Aftermath 41.

The Kaldel Plains...

It doesn't take long before Dalinvardél Tanith the elven spy hears something about the illegal wreckers.
Seems that they're quite a common subject of conversation amongst the locals. Especially since some of them have been in town so recently.
The spy who is originally from the elven principality of Alínlae is in an inn called Mards.
Where even at this early time in the morning, there's quite a few customers. Both locals and visitors. A visitor to town is what he's passing himself off. Though to be fair, he really is a visitor to town.
The spy Tanith, who has only been in town for a short amount of time. Has already noticed that amongst the locals, there's actually more foreigners than there are plainsmen.
And that many of the larger towns on the Kaldel Plains, like this one is. That's rather common, where you'll find more people from elsewhere who have settled down in the town, than actual plainsmen.
As the plainsmen are mainly a nomadic people. Who traverse the Kaldel Plains, predominantly from north to south, and back again. In their wagons as they graze their flocks.
As he sits alone at a table, Dalinvardél Tanith or Dalin as he's more commonly called by the others. Listens to a conversation at the next table.
Where a couple of locals, originally from the kingdom of Nastell if their accents are anything to go by.
Are discussing the recent visit of some of the illegal wreckers, who live in the two villages further to the north of town.
In particular the last two, who were in town yesterday. One of whom is well known to be the mage who takes down the airships the illegal wreckers target.
And the other being a bit of a hotheaded individual, who is often referred to being the muscle amongst the wreckers.
Who by the sounds of it, has got into a few scraps with some of the locals when he's visited the town in the past.
The elven spy listens as the two Nastellians discuss how the two wreckers were looking for one of their own. A dwarf by the sounds of it. A fellow named Mac, who apparently has gone missing, and the wreckers are trying to find him.
Dalinvardél Tanith who once served in one of the more prominent noble houses in his homeland of Alínlae. Before he joined the group who were searching for him. And joined the armies of Farque at the same time.
Continues to listen to the two at the table next to his. While listening to the other conversations in the common room of Mards inn.
Hoping to hear something about the missing four of Tamric Drubine, Lisell Maera, Tovis the war engineer and Beldane the cleric.
So far he hasn't heard any mention of them whatsoever. The elven spy is hoping that he will as he continues to listen to the two men sitting at the table next to his.
Meanwhile near the center of town, Darid Parsen the cavalry commander and Teabagger the goblin Cunt are making their way down a lane.
"Busy place" says Teabagger the goblin Cunt, as the town is a hive of activity even though it's still fairly early in the morning.
"That it is" says Darid Parsen the cavalry commander as they stop at the end of the lane, and they look out onto a road and watch some wagons go by.
Two of the wagons are clearly gold diggers heading back to the nearby gold fields that are to the southwest and west of town.
While four wagons further down the road, heading the other way. Are even more identifiable as a troupe of traveling performers.
Teabagger the goblin Cunt, who'd like to see the show the troupe puts on, says "Over there boss, er councillor".
The small, bright green goblin who is originally from the southern kingdom of Melaurn, nods to the otherside of the road, and adds "I can hear them".
"Must be behind that building" says Darid Parsen the cavalry commander who continues with "Looks like a chandlers or traders".
"They must be working in the storeroom" says the commander of the goblin battalion in the armies of Farque.
Commander Parsen, who is a member of the personal council to the lord Farque nods, then says "Let's go over" he continues with "You go around back and see what they can tell you".
The cavalry commander who in actual fact, is really a hordes barbarian outrider by the name of Zubutai Timaginson, who just happens to find himself inhabiting the body of Darid Parsen, then says "And I'll speak with the trader".
Teabagger nods, then the two of them cross the road, with councillor Parsen keeping an eye on the small goblin, making sure he doesn't trip over his own feet.
"I'll just go around" says the goblin commander, the cavalry commander nods and watches Teabagger go around the side of the building.
Then Darid aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman enters the building, which is indeed a traders, a fairly successful one by the looks of it from what councillor Parsen sees when he enters it.
They stare at him, while he looks at them. There's a fair few moments of silence, until it's broken when one holding an empty wooden box drops it on his foot, causing him to swear in his own language.
One of the others looks at him and sourly smiles, then he looks over at who is standing at the open barn like doors, and says in their language "Hell, you're a bit bright aren't you?".
Shrugging his shoulders, Teabagger the goblin Cunt who is glad to hear his native language again, says in the same language "It can't be helped".
Then the goblin who dropped the empty box on his own foot, who is sitting on the storeroom floor rubbing his sore foot, asks "Does your boss know you're in all that get up?".
Teabagger faintly smiles, as he knows these goblins has never seen one of their own kind in a uniform, wearing armour, with weapons, says "He does".
The goblin commander, who garnered a few stares when he and commander Parsen walked through town, looks at the trio of goblin workers in the storeroom of the trader's and says to them "I wonder if you can help me with something?".
"Just as long as you don't want to be king of the storeroom" mutters the third goblin, as that's a daily argument between the trio of goblins who work here.
And by the looks of the small, bright green goblin all in black, in the armour who has weapons, who by the looks of it, knows how to handle those weapons too. He could be the king of their storeroom without too much effort on his part.
Teabagger refrains from grinning, and doesn't bother mentioning anything to do with that, instead he says "I'm looking for some people" followed by "I wonder if you've seen them?" the goblin commander then adds "Or if they've been in your bosses shop?".
In the southwest of town, a blurred and shielded Helbe the elven thief stands outside of a house, looking through a gap in the slightly ajar window shutters.
The young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel, has already checked on the two other spellcasters in town. A witch and a sorcerer, both of whom know a fair bit about the illegal wreckers. But nothing about the missing four of Tamric Drubine, Lisell Maera, Tovis the war engineer, and Beldane the cleric.
The elven masterthief who is now checking on the third local spellcaster, a wizard by the name of Barra. By all accounts, a fairly young practitioner of magic who is originally from the kingdom of Nastell.
Senses inside the house, as he's already done outside. The blurred elven magic user nods his hooded head at what he finds.
Then the grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel shifts inside, easily passing through the wards the young wizard has up around his house.
The elven master assassin is floating above the floor, as he studies the rows of potions that are on the shelves in the kitchen.
The young elven noble who is a member of the personal council to lord Farque, looks away to his left. And a moment later, the wizard Barra makes his way from his bedroom.
Prince Helbenthril Raendril watches the young human spellcaster, who must only be twenty one or twenty two years old, get something to eat for breakfast.  Apparently Barra has a healthy larder, as he isn't wanting for food at all.
As the wizard prepares himself breakfast, the highly talented elven spellcaster who is secretly watching him, reads his mind.
The blurred and shielded elven magic user, who finds it easy to cast multiple spells at one time. Reads the young wizard's mind with ease.
And lifts a slightly arched eyebrow up in surprise at what he finds. The elven princeling slightly nods his hooded head at what he finds.
So they were here, and now the wreckers know about them, Helbe the elven thief thinks to himself as he goes over the conversation Barra had yesterday with two of the illegal wreckers. The mage named Samiel, and a bully boy by the looks of it, a fellow by the name of Gorlic.
The elven master archer finds out that Barra spotted the group of Tamric Drubine, Lisell Maera, Tovis the war engineer and Beldane the cleric. When the four passed through town earlier in the week.
And though Beldane was holding his power within himself making it impossible for other spellcasters to sense him.
The young wizard who is originally from the kingdom of Nastell, immediately recognised Beldane as a fighting cleric in the church of Glaine.
The son of the heir to the throne of Laerel, slightly shakes his hooded head as he continues to read the mind of Barra the wizard.
And after he finds out why the two illegal wreckers, Samiel and Gorlic were in town. Something about finding a missing dwarf by the name of Mac.
The elven masterthief looks out the gap in the window shutters, and shifts outside. Easily going through the wizard's wards, who doesn't even know the elven magic user was in his home, reading his mind.
Councillor Raendril shifts to a rooftop, then looks around. The young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel looks to the east.
And in the distance that way he spots the jolly boat in the morning sky slowly heading north. The elven master assassin nods, then shifts again. As he goes in search of the others who came into town with him.
Dalinvardél Tanith the elven spy, Darid Parsen the cavalry commander and Teabagger the goblin Cunt.
Well before midmorning they all meet in the rendezvous point that Helbe the elven thief described.
The spy Tanith is the last one to show up just off to the side of one the few squares in town. This one like the other two, is small.
It's basically a courtyard on the north side of town where two lanes meet. Very few people use it, even in a busy town such as this one.
"Time to go" quietly says the elven princeling after Dalin shows up a little bit after Darid aka Zubutai Timaginson and Teabagger the goblin Cunt.
"Don't you want to know what i found out?" asks Dalinvardél Tanith the elven spy as the young elven noble starts heading down one of the lanes, with the others following after him.
"I already know" says the elven magic user who then adds "I've just read your mind".
"Thanks" sourly says the elven spy who hails from the principality of Alínlae.
The elven masterthief who is a member of the personal council of the lord and ruler of the lands Farque shrugs his shoulders, then says "It saves time".
At the end of the lane, prince Helbenthril Raendril points to the right, then says to the others "This way".
The four of them go that way, and eventually end up on a road that takes them north out of town.
Helbe, Darid, Dalin and Teabagger continue along the road for about quarter of mile, before going off it, to the east.
After walking across the plains for a little bit, and discussing the fact that the illegal wreckers know about the four of Tam, Lis, Tovis and Beldane.
The young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel teleports them further to the east.
When they reappear, they see the small airboat a hundred yards away, lowering down to the ground, the four of them walk the rest of the way to it.
They get to the jolly boat just a little while after it touches down, they climb aboard. Though commander Parsen has to help Teabagger get onboard after the small, bright green goblin slips of the gunwale in his first attempt to climb aboard.
"What did you find out?" asks Mira Reinholt the mage when the four of them who went into town, are all onboard, and he pulls up on the tiller, sending the small vessel up into the morning sky.
"Quite a lot actually" says prince Helbenthril Raendril as the jolly boat gains altitude on this sunny, but cool morning in the northeast region of the Kaldel Plains.
"Not the least of which, is that those wreckers now know about Tam and the others" adds the elven magic user, who like the mage Reinholt and commander Parsen, is a member of the personal council to the lord and ruler of the lands Farque.
"That" quietly says the once powerful mage who continues with "Might not be the best for the four of them" adds the Vexilian mage in exile.
The elven masterthief nods his hooded head in agreement as they continue on their way northwards over the Kaldel Plains . . . . . .