When Wymerus, a merchant prince from the Southern coast discovered that bandits had waylaid one of his caravans and made off with the goods, he offered a reward to any adventurers able to return them.
Casia and her brother spent the better part of two weeks tracking down the men, scouting their stronghold in the hills, and then driving then out of it when twilight fell.
Wymerus was immensely grateful to have his goods back. Silks from Illysia, spices and incense from Brav Tresh, a case of silver charms from the temples in Kajat - stamped with the likenesses of the thousand-and-one Kajati gods.
...unfortunately for him, he was not grateful enough to hand over the reward he had promised, and after turning over the spoils, Casia found herself and her brother escorted off his property by armed guards.
Infuriating, and it's just like the men of this nation to have no decency, and while she crouches in the darkness just beyond the wall of his estate, she thinks they should have just kept what they took. They could have melted down those silver charms and passed them off as--
Her train of thought cuts off as she sees the guards changing shift, and she lets her brother boost her up, over the wall. Hopping off, she lands silently, picking the lock and swinging the gate open to let him in.
"Hurry," she whispers. "We should be gone before he knows we were here."
Casia and her brother spent the better part of two weeks tracking down the men, scouting their stronghold in the hills, and then driving then out of it when twilight fell.
Wymerus was immensely grateful to have his goods back. Silks from Illysia, spices and incense from Brav Tresh, a case of silver charms from the temples in Kajat - stamped with the likenesses of the thousand-and-one Kajati gods.
...unfortunately for him, he was not grateful enough to hand over the reward he had promised, and after turning over the spoils, Casia found herself and her brother escorted off his property by armed guards.
Infuriating, and it's just like the men of this nation to have no decency, and while she crouches in the darkness just beyond the wall of his estate, she thinks they should have just kept what they took. They could have melted down those silver charms and passed them off as--
Her train of thought cuts off as she sees the guards changing shift, and she lets her brother boost her up, over the wall. Hopping off, she lands silently, picking the lock and swinging the gate open to let him in.
"Hurry," she whispers. "We should be gone before he knows we were here."