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The Fallen Angel and the Lion

Ricia

Retired M
Tannis got off the boat in Gorath. He had just made a rather sickening and hard travel across the ocean in search of his most precious daughter. She had been taken from him, the case was hard and she was days ahead of him. But he manage to follow here all the way to Gorath... now all he needed too was track her down. He started by asking by many of the docks for the slave girl 'blood angel'.
 
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Alot of people shied away when he asked for that particular female slave. It became apparnet this was underground slaving even here where slavery was legal. Alot of people who did talk to Tannis sent the poor guy on a wild goose chase or to other people. His only real lead was to a man who freed slaves a man who was an angel so people called him.
 
Tannis was unsure where to even start to look. But it was getting late and town was getting darker. He decided he should try a tavern. Maybe if he used the last of his gold... someone could give him information on where to find her. He walked to the bar keep in hopes of asking him, "Pardon... do you know where I can find someone who deals underground?"
 
"not something you should say out loud there," A man who was bulit like a mountain said "Come sit have a drink," he said to Tannis.
 
Tannis sighed, "I don't have enough money for one..." He said hopelessly. That would surely get him kicked out.
 
Tannis let out a long sigh, "Yes... thank you very much." He said before sitting down. "I've just been looking for someone. I'm not sure if I'm getting closer or further.."
 
Tannis chewed slowly, "I need to figure how to get in contact with someone who'd get information for me. About underground stuff.." He took another bite before swallowing, "I just know she'll be there."
 
Tannis sighed lightly, "The starved part for sure... but sometimes, things are never what they seem." He smiled a bit, he was sure the man could never guess he was a Manticore in glamour.
 
"Yeah, I just got paid so i guess I can lend a hand see I come from a big family if anyone touched one of 'em, well I'd not rest till I found em but you gotta eat," The man said simply
 
Tannis looked up at him and simply blinked a bit before smiling, "Thank you... I've not rested.. I had just gotten off the ship this morning... I spent the whole day asking people on the docks. Most pointed me to the direction of an angel.. but I don't know how to contact this man.. and I don't think he would have my daughter. I don't know anything of this town or area."
 
"An angel huh? I ain't from around here so I don't know," The man said "but since youre from the squishy continent you need to know, there is very little kindness here most are as hard as the rocks around and not many help each other, hell some wouldn't p!ss on yah to put out a fire,"
 
Tannis found the analogy funny since he wouldn't want anyone to put out a fire when it involved him, "I see. You must be a rare kind soul.. Thank you... My name is Tannis." Tannis bowed his head to the man a bit, "Thank you.. for the food and drink." He didn't feel like he was going to drop anymore.
 
"They call me stone," The man grinned as their drinks arived and he ordered a true meal for his new friend "So whats your daughter called?"
 
Granted her name was well known... but surely there was not only one of her in the world. "I call her Shania.." Tannis said slowly. Hopefully that he would not jump to assumption.
 
Stones eyes widened "The princess?" he asked "God that can't be true but a royal name like that... is pretty damn rare," Stone said taking a drink "Well if it is that kid... I'm sure the slavers are dead by now,"
 
Tannis sighed lightly and took a long drink. Was he too trusting? Should he have kept that information to himself? If she had killed the slavers, where would she be now?
 

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