A New Contract(Alvin, Lysander)
Dec 2, 2017 13:21:12 GMT -6
Post by Lysander on Dec 2, 2017 13:21:12 GMT -6
Lysander had surmised from the get-go that Edward would not be so forthcoming with his intentions. But few things in life were lucid, so the burgeoning mage conceded. He did not seem particularly honest, but there currently bore no indications that he be untrustworthy, either.
Ignoring Ian's justified derision of Edward, Lysander found his lips moving nearly on their own accord. "You may call me Lysander. I used to be a performer, so I know well the chicanery of hired work."
Saying this to Edward's face relaxed Lysander, if only to allay his own reservations about Badon. The dilapidated cobble avenues were unsafe at night, especially near the docks, where unsuspecting shipwrights and their peons would routinely be mugged blind of what scant provisions they had from the day's work. Merchants, understandably, had it even worse. Coveted by patrons and pirates alike, peddling was easily one of the more daring Elibean professions as well as the most dangerous trade not involving combat. Hell, even able-bodied fighters found themselves scant of courage in cities like this.
Lysander was not interested in the affairs of corsairs, but his salty confidante had assured him that the manuscript had arrived at Badon a short while ago and was potentially bound further into Lycia. It had to be Badon, of course. Of all nefarious cities in the province, it had to be this one. Again, Lysander felt his mouth contort into words without giving much thought beforehand.
"Are you familiar with the surrounding area, Edward? We could use someone with a little more sense regarding safe passage. If so, I would be willing to compensate you as I will everyone else here. I'm not from Lycia, and I surely am not familiar with Badon."
Ignoring Ian's justified derision of Edward, Lysander found his lips moving nearly on their own accord. "You may call me Lysander. I used to be a performer, so I know well the chicanery of hired work."
Saying this to Edward's face relaxed Lysander, if only to allay his own reservations about Badon. The dilapidated cobble avenues were unsafe at night, especially near the docks, where unsuspecting shipwrights and their peons would routinely be mugged blind of what scant provisions they had from the day's work. Merchants, understandably, had it even worse. Coveted by patrons and pirates alike, peddling was easily one of the more daring Elibean professions as well as the most dangerous trade not involving combat. Hell, even able-bodied fighters found themselves scant of courage in cities like this.
Lysander was not interested in the affairs of corsairs, but his salty confidante had assured him that the manuscript had arrived at Badon a short while ago and was potentially bound further into Lycia. It had to be Badon, of course. Of all nefarious cities in the province, it had to be this one. Again, Lysander felt his mouth contort into words without giving much thought beforehand.
"Are you familiar with the surrounding area, Edward? We could use someone with a little more sense regarding safe passage. If so, I would be willing to compensate you as I will everyone else here. I'm not from Lycia, and I surely am not familiar with Badon."