"Well, why wouldn't I?" you answer. "A bowl I'll take, thank you!"
"And a tankard for me, good woman!" Sas says, slamming a silver coin onto the desk. "We have a reason to celebrate!"
"Pleasure on our side!" says the lady, takes the coin and leaves your table.
"Hmph... A murder you say." you turn back to your companion.
"That's what Flax says. He didn't tell me much, you see... But he is busy around the town."
"Unsurprisingly... Well there's something else... The guards halted me at the gate."
"As they did us!"
"So they did. Hope no trouble arose from that."
"Flax said he had a few bottles on him they wouldn't like, but they got crushed... It went alright."
"Likewise. They told me the king is afraid of something, are you aware of what exactly?"
"Well... They didn't tell us, but we figured. There are soldiers everywhere, the keep is getting reinforced... Flax works on the construction, actually, he'd tell you directly from the seat of power! But, from what I've heard, a revolt is what troubles the mind of the mighty."
"I haven't noticed that kind of tension over here..."
Sas shrugs.
"It's what they say!"
"If reason of our king is what interests you, you'll be dissapointed." a nearby guest speaks.
"It does, perhaps you could elaborate, mister." you tell him.
The man picks his chair and brings it closer.
"Who knows what the king thinks, and who cares. They might tell you stories, but all of us know, little power does he hold."
He looks around carefully, then whispers to you.
"It might be his fear, it might not, like a hound under a table, not concerned about what they feed him, he eats it up."
"So there isn't something brewing among the people?"
The man sighs.
"Eh, there are concerns to be had, but I doubt they're are a match for local officials. Their fingers reach far, far and deep."
His eyes lie on a group sitting nearby, all in some kind of an uniform. You saw the same colors around the city walls, too, in fewer numbers.
"It is the people that are concerned. These incessant measures stir some real plotting. Where there was no problem, one grew and we all wait, when the line breaks."
"Insightful. But surely the high ups wouldn't get away with those actions unfounded. Even if the reason was fabricated, they'd need to present one, wouldn't they?"
He pauses, before speaking again.
"Usodestis is divided. The people can hardly get along among themselves. There are the kingsmen, the burghers, unruly lots, bootlickers of all kinds..."
Laughter emerges from a nearby table. A group of men sits there, one of them calls back at you.
"Don't listen to him. He's a damn northerner..."
"Aren't you all?" you ask.
The men burst out again, shake their heads, wave you off and go back to their own conversation.
You are quite confused by this, and look at Sas in hopes of better comprehension.
"Wasn't there a war?" he asks.
"There wouldn't be a generation without a war in Niwirthola. But I see you don't know... Our kingdom is the youngest in this land. And even before it broke free, it would change rulers often, halfway between north and south, all the realms fought over it. Some adopted those new identities, some didn't let go of the old. And then... There are the Joñu."
"Joñu?" you ask, while he looks over his shoulder, and points with his finger.
A man and a woman, of similar faces, features that feel somewhat familiar, hair resembling sunray in color, and wearing leather garbs adorned with stripes, enjoying themselves.
"Look at them, fairheads, always up to no good. Good they have their own realm now as well, but a few stick and won't leave, for who knows why..."
The informant seems to grow frustrated, quickly and suddenly. For this reason, you remain silent. Sas doesn't.
"Well I thought since that was a thing, there wasn't a problem with them." the hunter says, the man shakes his head.
"It would never have happened with any other. Give them a chance, they'll run with it. Never forget the times of Imthor Cuthom, good thing they got expelled... But some never learn."
You don't like the direction this is going in, and have heard enough.
"Thanks for the intel, sir." you say. "I appreciate it."
"Anytime." the man replies, and goes back to his table. "Take care."
Not everything you'd wish got clarified, but it's apparent to you, all these people seem to have some kind of a thorn in their flesh.
Now the atmosphere has settled, your soup has not arrived yet, so you talk to Sas some more. These Joñu people, you have definitely heard of them before, but your memories are blurry.
"What is the deal with those Joñu, what are they?" you ask.
"A long established subset of the northmen, perhaps the first of our kind to have arrived here. They are very serious about their traditions, which are... Quite odd, I've heard. They respect only their own authorities, seem to get into fights often, and overall are known to wreak havoc... I have heard tales only but if it's true, then... Well... No wonder they don't get along."
"You hadn't any over at your village?"
He shakes his head.
"Perhaps their descendants, you can tell by the hair and prominent eyes, they all have that, but they wouldn't call themselves Joñu. The ones that do do not marry outside their own."
"Well, you seem to know a thing or two about this land!" you smile. "Pik didn't know what lied two steps away from that hamlet!"
Sas smirks. "Pik didn't care really, he was a man of simple goals. Mother and father told me a lot of it."
What do you want to do?