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Re: Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru
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The scowl that Isolda showed to Renan certainly would not go unnoticed, causing the Talean to grimace and quiet down immediately without further need for the swordswoman to follow up on the warning. He seemed to shrink down afterwards, allowing her to continue her conversation with the strange creatures, as well as Berthane when he arrived.
"So I am," said the old man, flashing a devious smile towards the white-haired leader of the trio. "You might have. Perhaps through some of my... connections. But the fact that you are even here means that information was successfully squeezed out of one of the others, no doubt." He looked more impressed than upset at the implication that she had likely killed another person he might have been an ally of. "You'd be correct, yes. These folk are the untouchables of Havenport. Of course, they exist in many communities, but with this being a port city, their afflictions are far more... varied, as you can see. Even the dead receive more tribute than they." Berthane spoke with a solemn, calm voice, seeming accept Isolda's sympathetic tone for what it was. "But I can tell that you are not here for them."
After hearing her request, he sighed and nodded to himself several more times. "Yes, yes. I've expected as much. Grant me a moment to bring in my haul," he said, walking past Isolda if she so allowed, in order to toss the large bag he was carrying into the darkness, where many of the mutants hurried to claim one of the many morsels within. Berthane showed absolutely no fear for the woman nor her comrades as he passed them, which served to unnerve Renan and even Sorio enough to the point where they wouldn't attempt to stab him in the back as he walked by. Isolda was free to try, however. However, apart from his cold, strange aura, she would feel no murderous intent from him at that time.
With that, he motioned for them to follow, and should she take him up on the offer, Isolda would find herself standing in a field full of withering plants and grass, a healthy distance away from the abandoned mill. They were much closer to the slums that Isolda had to pass in order to get to that area in the first place, though even the hoodlums that saw them were not keen on interfering with this transaction. Tipping his hat upward, Berthane kept the grip upon his staff strong. "You must have something against the Black Hepta, then. And I would not be one to blame you, as there are many of us who participate in less than wholesome activities within these parts. I owe Nottis a great debt, and it is why I assist him to this day with his wars on the older guilds. No matter which you choose around here, you'll find injustice, that you will. None are quite as forsaken as those dwelling in the mill, though. I feed them every now and then, to keep them from doing so upon each other. Should you kill me, they will not survive for long--and it would be a terrible loss for those who had not the chance to right their lives. Believe me, when I say that they did little to deserve the cruel fates pressed upon them."
"I am a warrior, through and through--I always have been, and always will be. Therefore you should understand if I do not allow you to slay me without resistance. Because of my lasting debt to him, I will continue to support Nottis for as long as he lives, regardless of your choice of words. I will say this, however. If you kill him first, then we need not ever cross blades... and I will, of course, cease to help him in his endeavors. But if it is I that must truly die beforehand, for whatever reason you may have, then so be it. Battle nor death are things I will shy away from." His declaration made, the man moved both hands towards the center of his staff, taking a few steps back as he awaited Isolda's answer.
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Isolda: HP = 91, PP = 41, EP = 42, Status = Normal
The scowl that Isolda showed to Renan certainly would not go unnoticed, causing the Talean to grimace and quiet down immediately without further need for the swordswoman to follow up on the warning. He seemed to shrink down afterwards, allowing her to continue her conversation with the strange creatures, as well as Berthane when he arrived.
"So I am," said the old man, flashing a devious smile towards the white-haired leader of the trio. "You might have. Perhaps through some of my... connections. But the fact that you are even here means that information was successfully squeezed out of one of the others, no doubt." He looked more impressed than upset at the implication that she had likely killed another person he might have been an ally of. "You'd be correct, yes. These folk are the untouchables of Havenport. Of course, they exist in many communities, but with this being a port city, their afflictions are far more... varied, as you can see. Even the dead receive more tribute than they." Berthane spoke with a solemn, calm voice, seeming accept Isolda's sympathetic tone for what it was. "But I can tell that you are not here for them."
After hearing her request, he sighed and nodded to himself several more times. "Yes, yes. I've expected as much. Grant me a moment to bring in my haul," he said, walking past Isolda if she so allowed, in order to toss the large bag he was carrying into the darkness, where many of the mutants hurried to claim one of the many morsels within. Berthane showed absolutely no fear for the woman nor her comrades as he passed them, which served to unnerve Renan and even Sorio enough to the point where they wouldn't attempt to stab him in the back as he walked by. Isolda was free to try, however. However, apart from his cold, strange aura, she would feel no murderous intent from him at that time.
With that, he motioned for them to follow, and should she take him up on the offer, Isolda would find herself standing in a field full of withering plants and grass, a healthy distance away from the abandoned mill. They were much closer to the slums that Isolda had to pass in order to get to that area in the first place, though even the hoodlums that saw them were not keen on interfering with this transaction. Tipping his hat upward, Berthane kept the grip upon his staff strong. "You must have something against the Black Hepta, then. And I would not be one to blame you, as there are many of us who participate in less than wholesome activities within these parts. I owe Nottis a great debt, and it is why I assist him to this day with his wars on the older guilds. No matter which you choose around here, you'll find injustice, that you will. None are quite as forsaken as those dwelling in the mill, though. I feed them every now and then, to keep them from doing so upon each other. Should you kill me, they will not survive for long--and it would be a terrible loss for those who had not the chance to right their lives. Believe me, when I say that they did little to deserve the cruel fates pressed upon them."
"I am a warrior, through and through--I always have been, and always will be. Therefore you should understand if I do not allow you to slay me without resistance. Because of my lasting debt to him, I will continue to support Nottis for as long as he lives, regardless of your choice of words. I will say this, however. If you kill him first, then we need not ever cross blades... and I will, of course, cease to help him in his endeavors. But if it is I that must truly die beforehand, for whatever reason you may have, then so be it. Battle nor death are things I will shy away from." His declaration made, the man moved both hands towards the center of his staff, taking a few steps back as he awaited Isolda's answer.