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Author Topic: Flight of the Concords  (Read 212 times)

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Flight of the Concords
« on: Jan 23, 19, 11:05:22 AM »
Noah HATED merchants.

He loathed them. Despised them.

ALL THEY DO IS BULLSHIT AROUND!

The art of business always rubbed Noah the wrong way. The bigger the business, the worse it did. It all came down to nuance. Merchants. love. nuance. To a degree that Noah considers inhuman. How, or why, someone should get paid for burning 30 minutes of your time explaining something to you only to realize that they in fact said absolutely nothing made his brain bleed. That took some muscle.

Unfortunately the merchants was where Noah needed to go. Bidea, all things considered, had been a bust in his investigation. No one had seen his quarry anywhere, nor heard her name nor recognized jewels or castes. That meant Noah would have to hunt outside Bidea. He had pinpointed hotspots necessary to canvas the territory in as few stops as possible. Yet if the capital of the territory didn't have word of mouth on his side then he was growing increasingly dubious as to whether she was in Dena Nehale or not.

That would mean she went to loonyville, otherwise known as anywhere else in Terreille. Why anyone would want to go elsewhere in Terreille was anyone's guess. Noah certainly didn't see the appeal. They were all crazy.

It wasn't until his fifth questioning that Noah realized the other thing about merchants. They come in two stripes, Noah had learned. The kind who would sell out their children for coin and the kind who really don't like the insinuation that they would sell out their children for coin. One was easy to talk to with the right amount of money. The other got seriously pissed if you even thought about bringing out money.

The fifth merchant he spoke to, was that latter individual.

That led to Noah getting tossed out of the storefront, in the air, and sprawling onto the ground. "The hell do you think you are eh?" He man flung the door open and stepped out onto the street and picked up Noah with one arm and put him back on his feet. "I don't like nosy people. Nosy people cause trouble!"

"Messire! I-"

And then Noah's nose got broken from a punch that landed him on his rear end. Noah hissed in pain, biting back a sob from the pain-spike jabbing into his skull as he crunched his face as if it would make it feel any better. Blood began to dribble in a smooth line, outlining his upper lip as it trailed down to his chin.

"I'm just looking for someone! I've been-"

"I ain't gonna tell you again! Get the hell out of here or I'll push your nose so far into your skull you'll never have to worry about bein' nosy anymore!"

The man then slammed his stores' door behind him.

Noah slumped down onto the gavel road. He reached up to hold-yet-not-hold his nose. "Oooowwww." He let out a huff and looked down at himself, droplets of blood were beginning to pool on his clothes. His pantleg, his vest, his dress shirt. Even his tie had a drop on it. He wiped his nose, looking at the scarlet smear on the back of his hand as he felt the dribble of blood immediately return.

"Owww." He needed to go to a clinic. Dammit. He hated going to the doctor.



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Re: Flight of the Concords
« Reply #1 on: Jan 31, 19, 09:09:33 AM »
Kale was always busy. Part of this was by design, and part of this was just for the sheer fact that there was always so much that needed to be done. So really, for the most part, it sort of worked out. Kale got to keep busy, and he didn't have to think about all the things he always ended up thinking about in those rare quiet moments when he wasn't doing or thinking about eight million different things at once.

Like the really hard, uncomfortable conversations he was going to have to have with Radu and Quinten here very soon about his plans to make his Offering and leave. He didn't know where he was going yet, but he knew he wasn't going to be able to reassure his big brother that he'd be within shouting distance. That he'd be within easy visiting distance. As much as Radu had found purpose in staying, everything inside Kale was screaming at him to get out. Not just out of Bidea. No.. he needed to get a hell of a lot further away. He just.. didn't know where. Or how. Or any of that. So he was procrastinating in the whole "telling my family that I'm utterly abandoning them and everything we've been working for" part of the process. Radu, he thought, might understand - or at least not fight him on it. Quinten... Quinten he was about one hundred and ten percent sure wouldn't get it. Q saw the good and hope and opportunity in everything and everyone. More than that, he was tied here, rooted not only to Dena Nehele, but to Bidea and the shambles and that blasted Queen of his and all the rest. Especially with all the work they've been putting into the Haven, he knew his brother wouldn't understand his need to run as far and fast as he could, his need to put a real physical distance between himself and this whole.. world that had been his making. Because.. because this place had made him - and Kale.. Kale wanted, no, he needed a chance to see what would happen if he had the opportunity to make himself. And he couldn't do it here. Maybe Radu and Quinten could, but he couldn't. He wasn't... he wasn't strong enough.

But he did have to be strong enough to tell his family. If he could do that, then maybe he would be ready, and strong enough, to take the step he needed to take and make his Offering. Because when he did that, he'd be free, and nothing would be stopping him.

First, though, he needed to figure out where he was going to go, and how the fuck he was going to get there. He supposed he could just leave it up to chance, but if he was being honest - despite his iron resolution that this was absolutely what he wanted to do, he was more than a little nervous about it and a plan would be a really nice thing to have.

He was just.. getting nowhere on it.

Hence the procrastination, and the keeping busy, and the anxiety that choked his lungs whenever he was left idle and alone with his thoughts for too long - hitting wall after wall after wall in his attempts to suss out said plan. With his luck, it would probably two more years before he figured himself out and he.. he didn't think he could wait that long, especially now that he knew he wanted.. that he needed to leave.

So today he was keeping busy. It was a blessedly milder day, the wind wasn't awful and the sun was out so even though it was cold it wasn't treacherous. If Kale let himself think it, the snow was actually kind of pretty, dusting the city with white (where it wasn't yellow or black or really confusing shades of purple-brown). He'd been running errands for the Haven, picking up a few donations and supplies from a few amenable merchants at the edge of the district bordering the shabby edge where the shambles clearly started. It wasn't much, but every extra blanket helped.

And that was when a man was tossed out onto the street right in front of him only to get back up and get socked right in the nose.

'I'm just looking for someone! I've been-'

SLAM

Kale winced at the display and was moving really before his brain had made the conscious decision to do so when the man settled down on the gravel road looking pained and so utterly miserable with his predicament that the young Healer really couldn't ignore him if he wanted to.

"Hey, are you alright?" He stopped a few feet away with a small, sympathetic smile, holding out a hand to help him up. "Why don't you come with me a minute? My brother and I run a little place, I can fix up your nose."







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Re: Flight of the Concords
« Reply #2 on: Feb 01, 19, 11:35:52 PM »
This is why he hated merchants.

He rested his head on the pavement and just stared up for a minute. If there was any reason to suspect that who he was looking for wasn't in Bidea? It would be now. As it was the last place on his capital checklist the only thing to do was expand his search into the hotspots. A few key stops and the entirety of Dena Nehale would be off the list. Later. He needed to get his nose checked first.

His brief reverie into his thoughts made him miss, at first, the offer for help. To anyone watching it would look like Noah was basically ignoring him. Only after five or six seconds did Noah finally become aware of the outside world once more, look at Kale with a desheveled, just-punched-in-the-face look and then just groaned.

He had no clue what Kale had told him. Not the offer for help anyway. The hand outstretched however was universal. He took the help, taking the young man's hand and using the assistance to get on his feet. His lack of attention however didn't keep him from what should come next.

"Thank you messire." His voice was nasally from how he kept his face bunched up as if the tension would help evade the pain and unconsciously attempting to stop his nosebleed that still came dribbling down. He pulled out a strip of cloth from inside his jacket and flared it out and then unceremoniously shoved it up his nose.

....There. No more scarlet rivers coming out of his skull.

Note to self: Dena Nehalian merchants are worse than Challiotian ones. The only difference being how many people he could question before someone either slugged him, ran him out of town or some other mishap. Have to keep that in mind in the future...

He looked around. Then back to Kale. "Again. Thank you." He eyed the surrounds before looking back to Kale again. "If you wouldn't mind me asking...would you be able to lead me to the closest clinic?"

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

"Oh. My apologies. Noah Langevin." He went to offer Kale a hand but one hand had blood-smears on it and the other was covered in dirt and stones from the pavement. He brushed off his non-bloody hand of dirt and by the time he was finished, realized he had already hand-braced the young man already. No sense needing to do it again.

It did however give him the opportunity to get a clear look of the Jewel shimmering as if to tell Noah who it was he was dealing with. Noah however had no scent and no Jewel to show off. Just nice clothes, a scarf around his neck and a cloth wipe shoved up his nose. The epitome of Challiotian representation.


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Re: Flight of the Concords
« Reply #3 on: Feb 10, 19, 11:45:26 AM »
Well, the guy clearly didn't hear the whole part where Kale had offered to help him and fix up his nose, but that was alright. Kale didn't take it personally, the guy had just gotten punched in the nose and tossed out onto his ass. It didn't really seem like he'd done anything to really deserve the treatment either - from what Kale had caught (which arguably wasn't much), it seemed like the guy was just asking questions.

Then again, questions were precisely the thing that could get you in a hell of a lot of trouble in Dena Nehele for no other reason other than that you had the gall to ask them so...

Kale didn't waste any more time with his musings and instead shoved them away, better to focus on the man before him, who was putting himself to sorts and offering himself for introduction.

"Kale Heartly," he said with a small, friendly smile, accepting his hand easily - not at all bothered by the blood and the dirt. Practically his whole life so far had been blood and dirt - and considering that he was training to be a Healer of all things, that certainly wasn't going to change anytime soon. "But you can just call me Kale if you want." He supposed he could have introduced himself as Healer Kale or Healer Heartly or something, too - Lady Adam said he was qualified enough for the proper title now, even though he was still in training - but it felt weird to do so. He still wasn't used to the formal Lord Heartly and people had been calling him that for almost two years at Court now.

"My brother and I run a sort of youth center down the way here," he said, gesturing for the man to follow as he turned to lead him down a nearby alleyway. "I run the clinic aspect of it, so you're in luck." He flashed the other a sweet and friendly grin. "We'll get you healed up in no time." A broken nose he could definitely do - probably even without taking him all the way back to the Haven - but he also wanted to give the man something for the pain and his craft when it came to soothing pain wasn't nearly as effective as the brews he could make. Going to the clinic would also make it easier and less awkward for him to really inspect the damage, rather than just standing around in the middle of the road.

The walk wasn't a long one, and within just a few minutes, Kale was welcoming Noah into the Haven. It was a grubby sort of building, old and shabby but surprisingly very clean - and, also surprisingly, quite a bit bigger on the inside than it looked on the out. What had started off as one small-ish room last spring where they let kids hide from the weather or bullies while getting a snack and maybe some healing, had expanded over the past ten months or so into a real establishment. Kale was incredibly proud of it.

The main room wasn't all that small anymore, since they'd opened it up by clearing out the debris that used to be walls separating the space from the two on either side. Along one wall were a few cots and a pile of pallets for people to use to sleep, and a closet along the same wall held extra pillows and blankets for the same purpose. A small table sat by the window closest to the door, a scattering of papers on it that, if one looked closer, would expose themselves to be letter-tracing worksheets only half-completed.

Kale's clinic took up the right forward quarter of this large main room, right when you walked into the door. There was a door on that side as well that led into a smaller room that Kale used as a workroom/private exam room but mostly he worked out in the open here. If he really needed to there were privacy screens donated to them by another Healer that he could roll away from the wall to block off the area, but he rarely found need to use them.

He lead Noah over to a sturdy but well-word exam table that would be a better height for Kale to get a look at his nose rather than a chair, and patted it. "Have a seat and I'll fix you up."







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Re: Flight of the Concords
« Reply #4 on: Feb 11, 19, 04:21:37 AM »
"Messire Heartly it is." He refused to call the boy by his first name. Even with the offer Kale was one of the Blood. Even if he was of the lighter frame of the stone spectrum, speaking in familiar tones toward the Blood carried inherent dangers - especially of the people to which said Blood gravitated around. Blood were immensely territorial, more so among other things toward people and he found that the risk when meeting new Blood friends was too high to simply sink into informality.

"Must be my lucky day, getting punched so close to a clinic." He kept having to fight the urge to pinch or somehow finagle his nose to keep the pain away. Not to mention now the blood flow in his nose was now beginning to seep into his throat and, by extension, out the other nostril instead. He leaned forward to keep from gagging and took the other part of his cloth rag and dapped at his nose. "Lead on, messire."

When they entered Noah felt that the scenery was more of a homeless shelter than a youth center. or both. A place where the disparate could find shelter for a night or two away from the dangers of urbanity especially given the sleeping arrangements. The paper of scrawling letters asserted more the latter, just as Kale had told him. Quite the bold undertaking. Educating the disparate.

At Kale's prompting Noah stepped into the room and hopped on the exam bed. Noah was all arms and legs, scrawny with little meat. Made even more apparent when he shrugged off his jacket, scarf, tie and business jacket leaving him in just a nice shirt which now had droplets of scarlet on the collar and front.

"Nice establishment you have here." He told the young man, his face still leaning forward and unceremoniously wiping at his nose. "Particularly for a man your age. I didn't realize Healers could achieve their own practice prior to their secondary descension." Secondary descension, "Offering", it was all the same. "At least not in Challiot they don't. You must be very talented or have very wealthy patrons."



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Re: Flight of the Concords
« Reply #5 on: Feb 13, 19, 12:00:52 PM »
Well this guy was certainly different. Kinda weird, but not really in a bad way. Kale figured it might be because he wasn't from around here (because that much was quickly becoming glaringly obvious).

"Thanks," Kale accepted with a flash of a grin, pride shining across his face - partially obscured though it was by the eye patch - as he looked around the Haven and what it had become. It was hard to believe that it had been almost a year since they'd started working on this place - almost a year. The thought pinched something else in his belly, a heavy stone of guilt that liked to turn over at least nine times a day when he reminded himself that he was still going to be leaving. The Haven would be alright, though. Quinten would be there, and everyone else that had begun to see the Haven as a place that deserved support and attention. He knew Lady Adam was busy at the Court, and Cristina had a lot on her plate too, but there was the academy now - and maybe if he asked Yoana she would be willing to spend a few hours a week here to fill the void.

It wasn't something he could fix or arrange right now, though - and Kale found it easy to shift his focus away from that press of anxiety when it was to move it onto someone who needed healing. Gently, and only touching the man in ways that were necessary to tilt his head and examine the damage, Kale took a look at the busted nose in question. It was swelling, and continued to bleed - but as he gently probed with a touch of craft and used his own physical observations, he could see that it would be a relatively easy fix. Nothing he didn't do every day for practicals up at the Seat when the guards trooped by after training or when someone was stupid enough to prod at Radu when the Warlord Prince was feeling fidgety.

"I don't know if I would say that," he said with a light blush as the other went on to compliment him on having a practice while being so young and what that must mean. It was kind of embarrassing that he looked so young that the man had assumed he hadn't made his Offering yet (even though it was true, he was still right at the right age for it and being a landen it wasn't like the man could sense to see if he held one Jewel or two), but he didn't call him out on it. "My brother and I grew up on the streets," he explained instead. "A lot of these buildings have been abandoned for a long time, bunch of kids and orphan gangs take shelter in them and that kind of stuff - so we just.. decided to use one for something better instead. We've had help. Some merchants and businesses in Bidea are willing to contribute for food and supplies and repairs, and the older kids and young adults do need jobs, so it ended up working out."

He didn't give any warning as he pushed and shifted the man's nose to get it back to rights, though did soften the resetting with a cushion of craft to lessen the pain a bit. His hands cupped over it now, he fed soft craft down and over it to reinforce the fix, then pulled his hands away to get a washcloth and the salve he would use to help the swelling go down and ease the ache the other was surely feeling in his face.

"Chaillot? Is that where you're from then? I kinda figured you weren't from around here."







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Re: Flight of the Concords
« Reply #6 on: Feb 17, 19, 01:52:16 PM »
The good citizenry indeed. Were his thoughts to Kale's explanation. That the people of Bidea had pitched in via various means, be it money or labor to get it up and running. It satiated his curiosity though so he didn't have need to push it. The explanation was mollifying. "Sshowss a part-e-cular v-e-raccity, even more sso." came the highly nasal response to his story. It's not everyday a boy from the streets musters the gumption to get his brother and that of neighbors to restore and basically a clinic and community center, basically, from scratch.

"OW!" The sudden shriek came when Kale, without warning cracked his nose back into it's proper place. Then the pain suddenly went from uncomfortable and painful to mildly discomforting and simple pressure. He could actually breath through his nose again but didn't, figuring the last thing he needed to do to his shirt was breathe through his nose and release whatever gobs of blood were stuck in his nostrils. That and the feeling akin to Kale basically giving him a new nose, as that was akin to the sensation he was feeling as Kale worked, made him want to bat the Healer's hands away to play with it. He didn't though. That could come after the fact.

"You and a growing percentage of the capital it would seem." He lamented. "I'm not from around here, no. I was hired to find a person of importance for my client who had left Challiot some time ago and has fell off of people's notice it would seem. I am here to assess her whereabouts and it is growing very plain that she is not in Dena Nehale. So, once I finish up a few last places to check I will need to be on my way to other possible landings of refuge."

Tacea, Shalador, Hayll, Dhemlan, Askavi, Pruul, Raej. Thankfully most are not well-known for their catering to foreigners. Then again Amandine was a special case and might be enough to overshadow her foreigner status. He mentally groaned at the prospect of having to go to any of them. Each had their....stories and Noah wasn't particularly interested in seeing for himself how true they were. But alas, he can't make a living without it.

He could. Just not doing something remotely worthwhile anyhow.


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Re: Flight of the Concords
« Reply #7 on: Feb 21, 19, 09:45:40 AM »
"You're looking for someone?" He thought a moment as he prepared the washcloth. It wasn't as soft and cushy as the ones up at the Seat, but it wasn't overly rough - and it was clean and whole, which was really the more important part. "Are you some kind of a private investigator or something?" A grin tugged at his mouth, something like boyish excitement gleaming in his one visible eye. Maybe this guy went around solving mysteries and finding missing people! Or maybe he was some kind of a bounty hunter, that would be cool!

Well... the Healer looked over the man before him as he gently cleaned the blood from his face then handed the cloth to him to hold by his nose for any residual drippage. He wasn't exactly scrawny - not in the same way that a lot of the kids on the street were. He was rather average, all things considered. Not in a bad way, just in an.. average way. Which wouldn't necessarily have made him think that the guy couldn't be a bounty hunter, but something about his mannerisms did where his actual form hadn't. Somehow he didn't think bounty hunters went door to door and politely asked merchants if they'd seen their quarry. Maybe they did - Kale had never met a bounty hunter before - but somehow, he still didn't think so. No, private investigator seemed a lot more likely. The guy seemed intelligent, for all he'd gotten himself bopped on the nose by a feisty merchant man.

"If you've got a picture, I could take a look and see if I've seen her," he suggested as he smoothed the salve over Noah's swollen nose. The other man would feel a cool tingle that many found soothing or pleasant, and others had described as being 'awkward', especially when on the facial area. "No guarantees or anything, but I do come across a lot of people, between the Haven and all the faces milling around up at the Territory Seat." That also wasn't a guarantee that he'd remember her even if he had seen whoever it was that the PI/maybe-probably-not-a-bounty-hunter was looking for. Kale had a pretty good memory, whether it was for things that he'd heard or people or things that he'd seen - but he still had to have been paying attention to retain it. Which, honestly, he was more likely to have done if someone had passed through the Haven than if they'd gone through the Territory Court.

"And even if I can't, I can point you in the direction of the other clinic in Bidea and the Conservatory. Healers are pretty scarce around here, so if she'd needed healing at any point her options would be pretty limited." Not saying that she might have been in dire straits or anything, but it seemed like people from other Territories were used to being able to just go to a Healer and get themselves fixed up. In Dena Nehele, they hadn't had that luxury for a long, long time. Generations long. So, if the person Noah was looking for had gotten a bout of the flu, or something else mundane that the people of Dena Nehele would have just suffered through rather than shell out the marks for one of the like... two places in the world to get treatment... she would have had limited options and the Healers there would be likely to remember her.







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Re: Flight of the Concords
« Reply #8 on: Feb 22, 19, 06:28:38 AM »
"I am. On Both Counts." He took the cloth when Kale offered it to him and held it up to his nose. "Mostly these days I argue legal battles in Court. But I've always enjoyed PI work. So. I got offered a job so I took it." He looked down at the cloth and then put it back against his nose.

Kale poured the salve on his nose and the cool tingling that crept along his nose felt weird. It numbed his nose lightly to turn the ever-decreasing ache down even more notches. Blood magic. Ugh. When Kale was finished administering the salve he brought the cloth back to his nose and wiped a few times then tugged over his jacket. He rummaged through one of his pockets and brought out two folded pieces of paper. One looked old because it was. It was his certification by the Judicial Oversight Committee in Challiot, the landen government basically saying that Noah was well-qualified to perform investigations on account that he was, according to the cert, a certified lawyer.

The second paper was a hand-sketch drawing of extreme precision depicting a woman. "Amandine Beaudoin. Black Widow Priestess who wears the Summer Sky and Green Jewels. About thirty-two years of age. Might be using an alias or a different surname." He didn't bother saying when she would have showm up. If what he suspected was true and Amandine fled following her sister's anatomy lesson of their stepfather, she would have been out of Challiot for years at this point.

The offer of reaching out to the other clinic earned a generous nod from Noah, who finished wiping his nose and no longer seeing new scarlet stains put the cloth aside. "Any help you could provide would be extremely helpful. Thank you. I am beginning to believe however that Amandine is not within Dena Nehale." Which Kale had done already. The idea of questioning Healers, given the territory's inherent lack of them, was a good way to cover even more ground. With so few clinics everyone would need to go through them if they wanted the proficiency of the Healers. He didn't suspect Amandine to be 'in hiding', so the likelihood of her going to a clinic were high. "That...is a worthwhile idea. I'll see if I can find her whereabouts via the Clinics and based on their answers will either find a lead or I will depart for Raej to continue the search."

He had a sinking suspicion that Raej would be a bust and a dangerous bust to boot. Word was Raejan's love slaves more than they like the river that feeds everything. A false move would have him clad in irons. But Raej was also one of the more religious centers of Terreille. A Black Widow Priestess could find a niche there. It merited a cursory look at least. Better than Shalador. They just eat people, the bloody tribals.



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Re: Flight of the Concords
« Reply #9 on: Mar 16, 19, 05:16:53 PM »
Kale couldn't help but grin as he looked over the other man's Official Certification. That was so cool. He was talking to a real PI! Off on adventures, searching the Realm for a missing person, meeting new people and investigating strange places along the way. There was an almost-unidentifiable pang and tug in his chest, but Kale ignored it.

"Wow," he said with genuine awe before handing the paper back and turning instead to the second bit. The woman in the sketch wasn't anyone he recognized, but that didn't mean anything. The Haven hadn't even been around a year yet, and if she were hiding then she probably would have tried to conceal herself at least a little bit. He let out a low whistle though at the woman's stated caste and Jewels. "Black Widow Priestess, now that's fancy. Black Widows can hide themselves really well too - if they've got the right skill for it." He considered the picture again, tilting his head this way and that before offering an apologetic smile. "I haven't seen her, but that doesn't mean someone at the other clinic hasn't."

He set the page down and busied his hands instead with cleaning up from fixing Noah's nose.

"Raej, huh?" He looked over at him curiously. "Have you, I mean.. have you been to a lot of different Territories? Seen a lot of different places?" Other than Dena Nehele - but he didn't say that. To Noah, Dena Nehele was a new and different place. But that didn't mean he hadn't seen others too - and maybe he could ask about Chaillot without sounding too odd and nosy. Without sounding like he was desperate to get somewhere, anywhere, else.







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Re: Flight of the Concords
« Reply #10 on: Mar 17, 19, 09:12:50 AM »
The boy's description of Black Widows was on par with what Noah knew of the Black Widow caste. They were the caste of Blood more inclined to excel in magics that effect the mind. It was why Dark Haven had them as professional staff and for obvious reason. So when Kale revealed that a Blood well-versed in mind magics could hide it didn't spark him with surprise as much as it gave him a new angle to view the caste with. Given the wide-range nature of the Bloods' magics it is very possible that Amandine Beaudoin might not only be shrouding her face, but probably her everything making a manhunt practically impossible. He kept that in the back of his mind to chew on.

"I believe that Madame Beaudoin is not in hiding. In this case I don't think she is actively ensuring secrecy. She has no reason to." He suggested. His theory rested on Amandine fleeing Challiot from Dark Haven as much as her sister. A Dual-Caste Green Jewel would have every reason to think that Challiotians would lock her up with her sister. Juliette was proof of that. "Any help you could give would be appreciated. If you do, I can compensate you for your time away from work." Everyone's gotta eat.

Noah took up the papers as Kale finished with them, folding them back up and stuffing them in his jacket pocket. By now his nose was the perfect numbness. Not the dead-weighted feel that landen apothecaries subjected patients to. He felt nothing save for the residue of blood that he then blew out of his nose into the cloth. "Hmm? Other territories?" He shook his head. "No." He said bluntly. "I haven't had need to really. This is the first case I've taken that required I leave Challiot."

"Also it's not really safe. At least not for someone like me." A landen. "You have cannibals in Shalador who would eat me, angry bat-people in Askavi who would stab me to death, Pruul is nothing more than a slave-mining complex with big sand monsters that would eat me if I didn't get carted to a mine first. Hayll they'd probably enslave me to throw in their collessium because they are bored or denigrate me with some stupid anti-non immortal slur...and the Dhemlanese would do the same, they'd just be poetic about it. 'I am a flitting footnote in history' or whatever. It's why I came here to search first." He said casually. "Dena Nehale is the least crazy of all of them." He let out a sigh. "But! If she didn't come here...Raej is the next best place to look. Raej is one of the more spiritually authoritative territories. A Black Widow Priestess would have little to fear of their slavers given her castes' perceived divine importance." He mused. "If she is neither in Raej or in Dena Nehale then I am wrong. She is hiding, by hiding in a territory no one in their right mind would want to go."


 

 

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