Tattletale
Ah, mortal wounds. My only weakness.
Mentions: Elvario
Seth blinked at the orb he was offered. It did look vaguely familiar, but he couldn't quite remember what it was, or even if he had seen it before. He took it, trying to [appraise] it, and then replied. “Well… I am a newcomer to the city, and I will admit that I have met every representative involved in this matter for minutes at best.” The warrior fiddled a bit with the sphere as he put his thoughts in order. “Still, I expected a great deal of bad blood when the Captain sent me, not the conciliatory attitude that was clearly in display.”
It had surprised Seth how open and honest the Baroness had appeared. “Now, I am not a man of the court, but I reckon I can tell when most folks mean ill. And if I'm correct, Lady Caelia has only the bests interests of her subjects in mind: she wants a peaceful resolution of the conflict. Seems like a genuinely well-meaning lass.” He caught himself thoughtlessly calling lass to a landed noble and winced. Oh, well. At least she wasn't in the room.
Seth cleared his throat, hurrying to change the topic. “As for the city itself, I can't say I've seen much. I spent too short a time before I came to the shrine. It seems quiet enough, given everything that's going on.” Something else came to mind, now that he thought about it. “Ah, if it's worth anything, it seems like the roads around the city are safe. Well maintained and free of monsters and bandits, at least in my experience: maybe I've just been lucky.” That didn't seem likely, but better to cover his back in case it was what happened. “Someone has doing a good job, apparently.”
Beyond that, however, the merchant “priest”'s words had piqued his interest. “I must say, it is a curious faith you keep, sir.” He paused a moment to parse his question. “How come the paths that your God threads are an ill omen? I of course speak from ignorance but… One would think them blessed.”
- Appraisal F