The City-State Of Vexil.
"Hmmm I'm not sure about that one" says Zam the ex mercenary with a rub of his chin as he looks down at the sword on the countertop.
The teenager from The City Of Ruins glances over at Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy, who slightly shakes his hooded head. Then Zam looks back at the shop owner, and tells him "Not that one, maybe the other".
The proprietor of the shop, a weapons dealer, nods his head. Then takes the sword off the countertop, and returns it to the rack on the wall behind him.
He then places the second sword that the ex mercenary picked out, onto the countertop. Which after a nod from the weapons dealer, Zam picks up to study the blade more carefully.
The youngest member of the group then steps back and away from the counter to swing the sword a few times.
A grunt comes from near the doorway, followed by a "Fucken that one" from Dorc da Orc, who is leaning against the wall next to the front door.
Zam nods, then returns the sword to the countertop, then after glancing at the spy Tanith, who slightly nods his hooded head.
The ex mercenary who is originally from The City Of Ruins tells the shop keeper "I'll take it" followed by "And the scabbard as well".
After paying the weapons dealer, the trio of Zam, Dalinvardèl Tanith and Dorc da Orc make their way out of the shop.
With the youngest member of the group owning a brand new sword. His current sword is more serviceable than anything else.
He got it from the body of a dead mercenary in The City Of Ruins when he was fifteen. And he was always meaning to get a better quality sword, but never got around to it. Until today, here in the city of Vexil.
Outside of the shop where Lisell Maera the scout and Shur Kee the monk wait, Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle to give him his full name, says to Zam "Here cunt, give's a look".
The large ork takes the newly purchased sword, and looks at it closely after taking the blade out of the scabbard.
The ork weaponsmith even sniffs the blade, before he hands the sword back to the ex mercenary.
"Fucken good enough" says the big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world, who then adds in a dry tone for him "Better than that shit metal bar you call a sword you fucken been using".
The ork warleader definitely has opinions on weapons. And he's made it no secret that he thinks the sword Zam's had been using was totally useless.
As the large ork stands there looking around, scratching his ample stomach, loudly murmuring "Any place with cakes around here?".
Dalinvardèl Tanith or Dalin as he's more commonly called by the others in the group says "Let's head back". Referring to the Merchant's Rest, the inn the group has been staying in whilst here in the city of Vexil.
The five of them, the ex mercenary, the elven spy, the scout leader, the ork weaponsmith, and the physical adept move off down the street.
Though Dorc da Orc only starts moving after Shur Kee tells him to hurry up, or he'll miss dinner back at the Merchant's Rest.
Zam, Dalin and Lisell Maera spent the day watching a few warehouse compounds belonging to trading companies here in the city of Vexil.
And as sun was setting here in the capital of the city-state, and they were making their way back to the Merchant's Rest.
They ran across the short statured monk from the far eastern coast of the continent, the kingdom of Wah Lee to be exact.
And the large ork who is a member of the wolf tribe of orks, whose home range, like all the ork tribes, is found in the southern polar region of the world.
The ork general in the Armies of Farque, who was feeling cooped up in the inn , wanted to go out for a walk.
He got permission to do so from Lord Farque, only if the monk who is a member of the order of Bru Li. A philosophical order that's found in Shur Kee's homeland of Wah Lee.
Was to accompany the warleader of the ork race. Basically to keep an eye on him, and to keep the ork weaponsmith out of trouble.
Which is an almost impossible job to do. Unless you're someone like Shur Kee who has kept Dorkindle in line, and out of quite a bit of trouble over the years.
As they head back to the Merchant's Rest inn on what's been another cool, but clear spring day here in the city of Vexil.
Zam who has strapped his new sword to his waist, and slung his old one across his back quietly says to Dalin and Lisell Maera or Lis as she's more commonly called by the others in the group "Think that weapons dealer was going to charge me more for it there for a moment".
"I think the presence of that raving psycho Dorc stopped him from ripping you off" dryly says the spy Tanith in his native language.
Dalin who is a commander in the Scouts and Rangers division of the Armies of Farque then adds "Though a bit expensive, it's definitely worth it".
The spy who hails from the principality of Alinlae, where he previously served in one of the more prominent noble houses of that particular nation, continues with "Like Dorc said, it's a hell of a lot better than that steel bar you've been using".
Zam the ex mercenary sourly smiles at that, while next to him, Lisell Maera the scout quietly chuckles as the group heads down a street, then turns into a wide lane, that's lined with trees. And has a number of eateries, wine shops, and ale houses along it.
One of which they have to stop at, because Dorc da Orc wants a barrel of ale to drink as they head back to the Merchant's Rest.
Once the big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world has purchased a barrel of ale, a fine dark ale in the opinion of the weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks.
The five of them continue on their way back to the exclusive, and out of the way inn they've been staying in whilst here in the capital city of Vexil.
As they do, and while Shur Kee keeps an eye on Dorc da Orc to make sure the large follows after the others.
The ex mercenary from The City Of Ruins says in elvish to the spy Tanith and the scout Maera "No more of those companies are sending out their guards to search for Mira".
The youngest member of the group follows on from that with "Well, none of the ones that we've been watching".
Nodding his hooded head in agreement, Dalin quietly says "You're right" he continues on with "Word has definitely got around that Mira is somewhere outside of the city".
The elven spy who is a senior officer in the Scouts and Rangers division of the Armies of Farque, continues with "The mage council will have to find some other way to find Mira".
"You mean the mage Garmen" quietly says Lisell Maera the scout, which gets a nod in response from the elven spy, who hails from the principality of Alinlae.
"Not only that" says the spy Tanith as they turn onto a long street, as dusk starts to turn to darkness.
And along the street, there's a lamp lighter, making his way down the street, lighting the lamps in their glass and metal coverings.
"With more gold coming into the city from the mines up north near the border with the kingdom of Girdane" adds Dalinvardèl Tanith who follows that with "Officials will be snooping around them for sure".
"Will it be a problem?" asks Zam the ex mercenary, as they make their way down the long street, here in the north of the city of Vexil.
"Hopefully not" is the reply from the commander in the Scouts and Rangers division of the Armies of Farque.
Who then nods his hooded head, when Lisell Maera quietly says "Apparently Helbe has legitimate paperwork showing that Lord Farque owns those mines up in the hill country".
"Legitimately forged" dryly says the elven spy, who before joining the group, and the Armies of Farque, spied for one of the more prominent noble houses in his homeland, the elven principality of Alinlae.
"You know what I mean" wryly says the scout Maera as they pass the lamp lighter, who jumps in fright when the large form of Dorc da Orc walks by him.
The big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world who was too busy drinking from the barrel of dark ale to even notice the lamp lighter.
Briefly stops, sniffs, then looks around in the gloom of dusk turning to night. The ork warleader sourly smiles, then grunts and continues on his way after the others, after Shur Kee the monk tells him to hurry, and keep up with the others.
A little bit later, after they cross a small square, passing a couple of people who are returning home after a day of work.
And are about to enter a lane, the trio of Zam, Dalinvardèl Tanith and Lisell Maera, who are in front.
Stop and look back at Dorc da Orc, who has stepped up right behind the three of them, then grunted.
"What is it Dorc?" asks the spy Tanith, who is a senior officer in the Armies of Farque as he notices the ork warleader sniffing quite often too.
The son of a former matriarch of the wolf tribe of orks, grunts again as he peers around in the darkness of the early evening.
"Dorc?" says the scout Maera to get the large ork's attention, which she does when Dorc finally replies with a gesture away to the right, and up.
Zam, Lis and Dalin, along with Shur Kee the monk, look to where the ork weaponsmith has gestured to.
After slightly frowning as he looks that way, the spy Tanith nods his grey hooded head, then says "Ah".
"Ah, what?" asks the scout Maera, who is originally from the coastal city-state of Brattonbury. Where her mother was a street prostitute, and her father a sailor. Who predominantly plied his trade out on the Great Western Ocean, and along the west coast of The Southlands.
The elven spy who is a commander in the Scouts and Rangers division of the Armies of Farque gets moving again.
With Zam and Lis walking beside him. While Dorc da Orc and Shur Kee the monk follow behind the three of them.
As they do, the elf from the principality of Alinlae quietly says "Axe" with a nod of his hooded head up to the roofs of the buildings to their right.
"Following us" quietly adds the elven spy, who continues on with "Keeping an eye on us no doubt".
The ex mercenary who is originally from The City Of Ruins, looks up that way, and though he searches the near darkness. He sees, or for that matter, hears no sign of the massive canine, who like it's master, is undead.
Zam tells Dalin this too, and the elven spy who previously served in one of the more prominent noble houses of his homeland, slightly shrugs then quietly says "He's there alright".
The spy Tanith as they round a corner, continues with "If he doesn't want to be seen, then he won't be seen" followed by "Or heard for that matter".
"Just hope no one's up on those rooftops tonight" quietly says the scout Maera "Because if they are, they'll be in for one hell of a surprise, that's for damn sure" dryly adds the attractive young woman who hails from the coast of The Southlands.
Zam the ex mercenary chuckles at that as they walk to the Merchant's Rest, through the early evening darkness, on what's been a cool, but clear spring day here in the city of Vexil, the capital of the city-state of the same name . . . . . .
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