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[Haspen]

One of Ami's staves slipped from her grip, to the ground, with a loud clack.

[Gamerboy4life]

"You're welcome, Olison." Seyena was curious as to who his friend was, but now wasn't exactly a good time. She was tired.

She decided to go and get some sleep.

[Praefectus Screptum]

"Hmm.. looks like nobody is willing to talk at all."

Sleep.

[scapheap]

:"I suppose that holding on to 3 staffs is hard. Since it took so long to find another one, anyone got space for the nearly dead one?"

[Haspen]

And then it was definitely tomorrow morning.

At the very morning, when the early meal was served - the innkeeper again didn't took any money from the 'Fezzan Heroes' - and the mercenaries were busily eating it, aa soldier, wearing the Kesselring armor, stepped into the inn and began looking around; when his gaze noticed Gregor, he hurriedly walked to his table and saluted briefly.

"I bring... news... from Captain Marpa."

[Sirus]

((Forum derped, sorry about that))

[Sirus]

Gregor was in a good mood, though something in the soldier's demeanor told him it might not last long.

"News? Let's hear it."

[SeriousConcentrate]

Chris came downstairs a bit late, still raising his hood over his head, but was in time to hear the messenger say he brought news. He grabbed a sandwich from the table and waited to hear what he had to say.

[Haspen]

The soldier plucked a crumbled note from behind his armor, coughed, and began to read.

"To the mercenaries and Prixima's soldiers. Heavy losses during Berebian attack. Captain Marpa down with infection and high fever. Our unit won't be leaving Fezzan for at least few more days. Continue with your mission. Find new means of transport back to Kesselring. A merchant caravan going south, or something similar should suffice. Signed by Peter, Captain Marpa's aide." With that, the soldier gave a quick salute and marched away.

Not many other people heard this 'report', besides innkeeper and a brightly-dressed lady who was in the inn yesterday as well. She was on her way outside when the soldier started, and left before he finished.

[Sirus]

"Wow...the fighting must have been fierce if it took Captain Marpa down."

He pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Chris, I don't suppose you'd know any merchants or the like around here, would you? A contact from a previous 'job', maybe? Valor, what about you? And Seyena, I know you've been here before."

[Blade Master Model 42]

Valor sat at one of the tables, picking at his food with less than his usual gusto, half slumped over. Every few minutes or so, he would release a staggering yawn. "I should have gotten to sleep earlier..." He mumbled to himself, his face resting in one hand. He absentmindedly fiddled with the staff that had a low charge he was carrying for Ami.

[Sirus]

Gregor patted the sleepy mercenary on the shoulder.

"Come on, Valor. I know you're tired, but you need to focus. Do you know anyone in this city who might be willing to give us a ride to Kesselring?"

[Haspen]

Pair of horses neighed right behind Gregor's back, or rather, from behind the window that was behind Gregor's back.

[SeriousConcentrate]

Chris thought for a moment.

"Let's see. I asked around about Esteban back at Vilino when Ami and I were shopping, and I heard he was last seen near here a week ago. He's an old merchant contact of mine. He might have room for us - or need us if the roads are dangerous."

(And if Haspan planned that out ahead of time from me trying to talk my way into finding a merchant that would sell staves, that's pretty cool. >.>)

[Sirus]

"I hate to send you off when you just got up, but do you think you could look around for this Esteban fellow? After some food, of course."

Gregor looked out the window, distracted by the horses.