Vexil.
"I'm not sure" says Beldane the cleric with a rub of his chin, who continues with "I'm not sure what else we could try".
Lord Farque just nods his full helmed head to that, and does so again when the powerful cleric in the church of Glaine adds "That mage Fendal has no associates who deal with them".
The fighting cleric pauses for a moment, before continuing with "Unless there was something I didn't get from reading his mind?".
Beldane is quiet for a moment, before he says "I guess we could get him again, and see if there's anything I didn't find out".
"That's a dead end with him" says Lord Farque who sits across from the cleric in the half plate armour.
"We've got all the information we can from him" continues the undead warlord, who follows that with "Same with that scrivener we questioned too".
The member of the church of Glaine nods at that, then the two of them fall silent as the serving woman comes over, and places their order down in front of them.
It's mid morning, and they're in a pâtisserie and wine shop in the east of the city of Vexil. Much to the delight of Dorc da Orc, who is sitting on the floor to the right of Lord Farque.
The big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world, is eating pretty much every type of pastry, biscuit and cake that the shop sells.
Not to mention most of the different types of wine they have for sale too. And though the shop owner was aghast at the large ork entering his establishment.
He sure changed his mind when the ork warleader plopped down a large handful of gold coins on the counter, and told him to bring everything they've got.
While Beldane has a slice of chocolate cake to go with his glass of dark red wine. And Lord Farque has a goblet of elderberry liqueur, which he sparingly drinks, by turning his head to look into the corner to his left, before lifting the visor of his full helm, so that no one can see him.
Glancing at Dorc on the floor next to the table they're seated at, Beldane the cleric wryly says "For someone who sure hates fruit, he's doing a good job of stuffing a lot of it is his mouth at the moment".
The large ork is currently shoving pastries stuffed with sweet fruit and nuts into his gob. He's covered with bits of the flaky pastry at the moment. Over his face, and down his front, as he gobbles sweet pastries one after another.
"As long as it's sweet and comes by way of pastry or cake, he really doesn't give a shit" says Lord Farque who knows that not just Dorc, but all orks have an extremely sweet tooth.
As there's nothing in their homeland that's remotely sweet to eat. And that those few of their kind, that actually venture beyond the southern polar region of the world. Once they get a taste of anything sweet, they'll eat it whenever they can.
"Like all of his kind" says the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque, who like the fighting cleric, is speaking in elvish, continues in a dry tone with "They can get rather selective about what they hate and like".
Beldane nods his head in agreement to that, as he has observed that about Dorc da Orc in the years that he has been part of the group.
Then going back to the topic they were discussing earlier, the cleric who hails from the kingdom of Nastell says "I guess we'll just have to look around and try our luck".
The lord of the death realm who has the name of Draugodrottin that the people of his lands also know him by, nods in agreement with that from the powerful practitioner of magic.
That's why they're here in the east of the city, as there's quite a number of elves who live in this part of the capital of the city-state of Vexil.
With a grove of ancient trees in this part of the city, that is of interest to many of the elves who live or visit the city of Vexil.
Though there's one particular elf they're looking for, who is part of the group that they're searching for, a group which is led by Misa Geist. The person that they're after.
"Anything?" quietly asks Beldane the cleric, who doesn't ask too often, as he knows it'll piss off the undead warlord.
The deathlord of Farque shakes his head no, and replies with "Nothing" he follows that with "None of them are here in the city at the moment".
With another rub of his chin after he finishes his piece of cake, the fighting cleric says "Hmmm wonder if they're back up north?" followed by "Or somewhere else?".
"Probably" says the undead warlord who has the elven name of Des'tier, which translates to The Destroyer.
"Since with all the turmoil and chaos they're trying to create between Vexil and Girdane, I expect them to show up again here fairly soon" continues the large heavily armoured deathlord of Farque.
"Especially since they were briefly up north in the hill country just before we went back" adds the lord of the death realm.
Beldane nods to that, then the powerful cleric in the church of Glaine quietly asks the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque "Girdane?".
"It's what I'm thinking" is the reply from Draugodrottin, who follows that with "Up there causing fucking mischief no doubt".
The undead being, then continues with "Probably in the capital Oaklynn" he then adds "It seems the logical thing to do".
"Huh?" murmurs the fighting cleric originally from the kingdom of Nastell, who continues on with "I wouldn't ordinarily call elves logical".
"That's because you've only been around two elves for any length of time" dryly says Des'tier, who follows on from that with "The royal thief, who is fucking erratic to say the least".
Beldane nods his head in agreement with that assessment of prince Helbenthril Raendril aka Helbe the elven thief.
"Dalin is almost as young that pointy eared thief" says the large figure in the dark blue and black heavy plate armour.
"And can be just as erratic at times" adds the large heavily armoured deathlord of Farque, who continues in a dry tone with "Trust me, pretty much all elves are logical, you have to be when you live that long".
The fighting cleric nods his head, then the undead warlord tells him "And the logical thing to do, is to travel between the cities of Vexil and Girdane causing chaos as best as they can".
Draugodrottin briefly pauses, before continuing on with "It's what I would do" followed by "With whatever the fuck they're up to".
The powerful practitioner of magic nods, then he along with the lord of the death realm fall silent as the serving woman, and the shop owner make their way over.
They're carrying more food for Dorc da Orc, who called out for more yummy grub a little while ago.
Back in the kitchen, the chef and his two assistants are busy cooking up a storm. As the large ork is pretty much eaten everything they would normally sell in a day.
The proprietor has already turned away other customers, in fact he's not letting anyone else in, for the simple reason the large ork has paid more in the short time he and Lord Farque and Beldane the cleric have been in here.
Than the shop would make during the busiest week of the year, which is usually during one of the festival weeks.
"This is good fucken shit" says Dorc da Orc to the two at the table, just before he starts stuffing cream filled pastries into his mouth.
The one bonus about being a place like this, is that the large ork is pretty much silent, and is keeping out of trouble. As he's busy eating and drinking, and hasn't got much time to do anything else.
"We'll head out soon, and scour this part of the city" says the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque when he and the fighting cleric resume their conversation.
The undead warlord who has just finished his small goblet of liqueur, continues with "Hopefully something pops up".
The deathlord of Farque is just about to say something else, when he suddenly falls silent. Beldane notices this, and goes to say something.
But he remains silent when Des'tier holds up a gauntleted hand.
Lord Farque who has been continually sensing in all directions, as far as he can, then quietly tells the powerful cleric in the church of Glaine "Rift".
Draugodrottin briefly pauses, before continuing with with "It's her". He's silent for a few more moments, then he adds "It's them, they're in the city".
They get up, and the undead warlord says in orkish to Dorc da Orc "Come on cunt, we're fucking going".
The large ork, who is the middle of stuffing a whole chocolate cake into his mouth all in one go, eyes bulge as he looks at the other two.
Then as Beldane and Lord Farque head for the front door of the shop, and after Des'tier tells the ork warleader to hurry the fuck up again.
The big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world who has been able to get the cake he was devouring down his gullet, calls out for a large box so he take as much with what's left with him.
A short while later, and the ork weaponsmith exits the patisserie and wine shop with a box full of sweet pastries, biscuits and cake. While one of his sacks clanks with bottles of wine.
Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle which is his given name, hurries up the street, after the large heavily armoured deathlord, and the fighting cleric in the half plate armour.
Sensing, and hearing Dorc da Orc quickly approaching them from behind, Lord Farque says "Just south of city center". In response to Beldane the cleric asking him "Where are they?".
"Wish I could sense that elf" mutters the powerful cleric in the church of Glaine as he walks alongside the large figure of the deathlord of Farque.
"Sense for the wizard with them" says Draugodrottin, who follows that with "He's moderately powerful, especially for a wizard".
The undead warlord points, then adds "That way, in a straight line, a mile and a half away, continuing south" the lord of the death realm "You'll locate him".
There's a lot of practitioners of magic in the city of Vexil, in fact there's more spellcasters in the city, than anywhere else in the Southlands, in fact the entire world. For the simple reason the Mage College of Vexil is here.
And locating other practitioners of magic by sensing them can more than a little bit difficult. But with the specific directions given to him by Lord Farque, Beldane soon senses the wizard in question.
"Got him" quietly says the fighting cleric, as behind them Dorc da Orc has resumed eating pastries, and drinking wine as he follows them.
Both the deathlord of Farque and the cleric in the church of Glaine are looking up for a suitable spot, finding one, Des'tier nods to it, and says "There".
They turn right onto the next street, and head for a three storey building, in the alleyway behind it, Beldane levitates to the roof.
While lord Farque, who grabs Dorc da Orc by the left arm, and leaps to the rooftop, on what's a blustery winter's morning here in the city of Vexil.
As the large ork scowls as he almost dropped the chunk of cake he was just about to eat when the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque jumped up here with him.
The lord of the death realm and the cleric in the church of Glaine look away to the southwest, and before Beldane can ask Draugodrottin, where exactly?
The large, heavily armoured deathlord quietly says "Huh?" followed by "That's odd". Which causes the fighting cleric to lift his eyebrows in a questioning manner.
"They're in a square with a number of churches and temples" quietly says Des'tier, who can't see their quarry at the moment, but he can definitely sense them.
Now that does surprise Beldane, and what surprises them even more, is when Lord Farque tells him "They've just entered a church".
"That is odd" murmurs the powerful practitioner of magic, as nothing in the behaviour of those they're after, indicate anything to do with a church or temple. "Wonder what they're up to?" asks the cleric in the church of Glaine.
With a look at Beldane, then at Dorc da Orc, Lord Farque says to the two of them as they stand upon a rooftop of a three storey building "Let's find out" . . . . . .