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[Lyeos]

Will hones in on the orange conversation, about the king and his heir.

"Can't prove..." following the tidbit about Southern Roteska's heir, Will sneaks about the camp to find it's source. Spying a small group 'discussing' it, which basically consisted of a Lunarik blabbing to himself as a few others stuff their faces with what looks like... Orcs... He slips under one of the wagons to hide. From here, he's able to make the conversation out more clearly, although passersby still caused him to lose bits of what's being said.
"... Wanted to end hostilities between the two, and much to the King's chagrin..."
"Where's Ril?" "... Set up an attack off the coast, destroying the ship..."
Someone appears to be loading something in the back of the wagon now, judging by the thuds, which causes Will to lose track of the conversation briefly once again. "... Body was horribly decomposed when they found it, but it had the crest..."
The wagon shifts slightly as either someone or something hits it quickly on the left side... "... Suppose he might not really be dead, but..."
A nearby pot tumps over as a small Lunarik hits it at full speed, and the conversation quickly ends as they scramble to help the child and clean up the mess.

[Playergamer]

Will scrambles away, and decides to look for the conversation about the exploding train.

[Lyeos]

Will scrambles away, and decides to look for the conversation about the exploding train.

As Will pulls himself out from under the wagon, a small child's legs swing down as it tries to get off the wagon, the thing's feet colliding with his face. After slipping forwards and faceplanting on the ground due to surprise, the minuscule Lunarik peers at will suspiciously. "... Why are you under my wagon?"

[Playergamer]

"Why shouldn't I be?"

[Lyeos]

"Why shouldn't I be?"

"Because I need to move it over there," the child says, pointing towards a tent on the other side of the camp "and you're in the way."

[Playergamer]

"Why do you need to move it over there?"

[Lyeos]

"Why do you need to move it over there?"

She gestures at the pile of wood on the wagon, then to a fire pit near the tent.
"To make a fire." She then points up at the sky, the sun now close to setting. "It's getting late."
"Why do you need to ask so many questions?"

[Playergamer]

"You've asked just as many questions as me!"

[Lyeos]

"You've asked just as many questions as me!"

"At least mine made sense!" The child begins pushing against the wagon with all the force she can muster, yet it remains stubbornly in place as she pushes against it in a futile endeavor to get it to the other side of the camp.

[Playergamer]

"...Do you need some help?"

[Lyeos]

"...Do you need some help?"

"Nope!"
The girl turns around and braces her back against the wagon, digging her heels into the ground and once again pushing as hard as she can. Slowly, the wagon begins to roll forwards, picking up steam once she gets it to a slight downwards slope. Now would probably be a good time to slip out of the camp.

[Playergamer]

Will leaves, heading back to the Thieve's Guild base.

[Lyeos]

Will leaves, heading back to the Thieve's Guild base.

Thanks to the magic of time for the two groups having been different, Will arrives back at town roughly fifteen minutes or so after the first group that left. Heading straight for the base, he pushes open the doors and finds the people within eating dinner, with Dave included.
"What took you so long? Dave here was back before you!" the middle-aged man exclaims!

Having cleaned the dirt from around the joints of her legs, Ammilek pops them back into place before rapping on the wall to get Kyle's attention. "Think you can handle my right arm? Just pull it out at the shoulder."

[Playergamer]

"I decided to eavesdrop, see if they knew anything useful."

[Prophet]

OK. Rasheed will tell you where Rasheed is from then Bunnyman must tell Rasheed where he is from. Rasheed was born in a cave. Now it's your turn.