The fourth night since the start of the hunt has begun. The shade demon now searching for Aya the cousin of Uthred. Who's apparently a previous link in the rumors surrounding the grand duke's stay here. Hopefully even the source of it all, but that remains to be seen.
The shade demon sits again on top of the adventuring guild, using his blood and dark magic to listen for any source of information Yeorough is willing to tell at night.
'Aya or anything related to smuggling. That should do the trick. Finding an assassin, simply knowing that he has a hand tattoo, will probably not be enough.' Secessus thinks, focusing his mind on his one objective.
"My aunt works as a trader in Crewent, and she heard that the elves seem to be on edge."
"Did she know why?"
"No, they just seemed off."
The conversation of the two women ends there as they move out of range.
"What do you think about the news, sir?"
"Which one, exactly?"
"Do you think the central and eastern holy empire will engage in combat?"
"I doubt it. They're both afraid of the consequences if they were to lose. Besides, the central empire has to delegate some of his forces to keep the "Invazauri" in check."
"I guess you're right, sir."
The conversation between the 2 men ends again, learning nothing of note.
"Day and night it comes and it goes. Day and night it comes and it goes. Like the seasons, it comes and it goes. Oh, light be given and darkness foretold. In these hours stand we! The short living men! Judgement from above, out of our hands. Oh, beings behind the gate. May you all grant peace." A woman sings in a slow and beautiful tempo, her voice sings as if it's dripped in honey. The silent background complementary to her singing, proof of her vocal talent.
"Where are you going with that, Erin? Are you crazy?"
"We need the money, don't we? It just has to cross Crewent unseen, and we're good."
"The merchants don't appreciate people going through their borders."
"That's why they don't have to know."
"How are you going to pass the control post and the patrols?"
"Don't worry, I know some people."
This conversation between a man and a woman seems far more interesting. The woman is apparently trying to sell something in a different country without getting noticed. A more fitting definition for smuggling will probably be hard to come by this night. Focusing his sight, he sees a male and female, both probably in the end of their twenties, fiercely discussing.
"What are we going to do if you get caught? We can't afford the bail!" The man yells, seemingly very stressed out over the risky endeavor.
"What are we supposed to do? I'm not going to let my parents rot in some Ararazi jail. Do I need to remind you of the reason they send in the letter!" The support of Creseytesian influence on the rebellion is suspicious. And thus under the order of commander Viedert, the individuals Jerid and Anai, merchants stemming from Creseytesia are detained as they are suspected of collaborating with the rebellion. The punishment for this crime is to work in the mines near Gazirabuz. The duration period will be 10 years. As daughter of these individuals, you are hereby notified of this decision. In case you wish to dispute this decision, please contact the convention of maesters. If you wish to pay the bail of these individuals, then the estimated amount of 75 golden Frieden (only this currency is acceptable) will have to be paid. You can send this payment to the royal palace in Kindiba, the financial department will take care of the rest. His majesty's thoughts be with you." Have you ever seen such dribble before! Those Ararazi dogs! What are they planning to do! Arrest all merchants from Creseytesia!"
"I understand your anger, but I don't want to lose you as well."
"Then we just don't have to get caught." The woman declares, ending the subject as harsh footsteps can be heard.
Secessus feeling that this could be his only lead of this night steps out of the shadow he was listening through. Clouding himself with darkness, he sneakily follows the woman. The man luckily hasn't noticed him as he sits down in self-pity. Too preoccupied with his emotions to worry about his surroundings.
Following the woman who seems to have zero combat experience is an easy task for the shade demon, the night his strongest ally. It's clear that their destination seems to be north as she stops at this granary, the outside mainly made out of pottery. Some farmer boys are still busy moving threshed grain inside.
"Hey, what brings you here so late at night, miss?" one of these farmer boys asks in a more intimidating manner than a flirtatious one.
"I'm here to taste your wares. Fresh Yeoroughian grain if you can." The woman replies, either confused about where and when to buy grain or speaking some passport.
"Any specific supplier?"
"I heard Aya's grain is famous for its travels."
"Aya is preoccupied with another matter. Anyone else?"
"I must admit my expertise is lacking when it comes toward the wares. Do you have any recommendations?"
"Is there any cuisine in particular that suits your fancy?"
"Yes, The Blechian freshness in their food is quite tasteful. Shame the merchants don't share my appetite."
"You're in luck, tomorrow a new batch of Blechian grain will make its way to Yeorough tomorrow. I'll let you meet the supplier Zared tomorrow evening. Does just past the northern gate sound acceptable?"
"Of course, have a pleasant day, gentlemen." The woman says her goodbyes, having heard what she needs.
Secessus doesn't follow the woman as he continues to look for a bit at the granary. It seems the smugglers don't work with one meeting place, but rather different places that act as in between men.
'The northern gate in the evening. I guess it's better than nothing.' Secessus thinks, figuring out his plan of action for tomorrow.