"Oh, this? Yeah, whatever." Ayemon tossed the envelope without reading it into the trashcan.
"Ah, no!" Aldrich hurriedly took it out, "didn't you read this?" He pointed at the sentence 'city council' "it's from the city council, it must be important right?"
"Why bother?" Ayemon lit a pipe and smoked, "I know what's in there without reading it, it's sothing about attending the next eting for a vote, or asking for favors and the like."
"Wait, you're a mber of the city council?" Aldrich asked in shock. "You're a big shot, why didn't you tell ?!"
"Em? You didn't ask besides, I'm just the treasurer. I'm not a big shot. I basically fill a seat for the sake of convince. It's not a big deal, anyway tell about your adventure, now that's sothing I want to hear about."
"Are you serious, even if it's just the treasurer it's still a big deal. You can talk to the mayor any ti you want."
"As if, If it was in my hands I wouldn't want to be in the sa room as him. Anyway, back to you."
Aldrich pondered, he didn't know what to start with, should he talk about what happened to him first and then deliver lord Garon's ssage?
"Before that, I have a ssage to you from lord Garon." Aldrich decided to start with this first since it seed of greater importance.
"Lord Garon? Lord of what and where?" Ayemon asked curiously.
"You really don't know?" Aldrich asked suspiciously and observed his expressions, however he discovered that Ayemon seem honest. "Lord of Ebrict, who else."
"What's with your attitude? Am I supposed to know every minor lord out there? He probably knew . So, what does he have to say?" Ayemon waved his pipe lazily, smoke billowing to the ceiling.
"Uh, he said that 'Orven didn't co back nor did he send word' he told that it was for your ears alone."
Ayemon's smile disappeared, it was replaced with a blank expression that Aldrich had never seen before. It lasted for only a split second.
"Ah, he must be one of Tagborn's n. It's understandable since I contacted him to do so work behind the scenes to make that last quest of yours possible."
Aldrich didn't get the full picture but he understood that Ayemon went all in to make the third quest that he asked for legitimate. He had to make it actually real.
No half-asures. That was always how Ayemon acted, even when it ca to his fake identity, he said multiple tis that it was as real as real can be.
On that note his seat on the city council must have played a part in making that work much smoother. Wait.
"Tagborn? You an the warlord in the west?" Aldrich asked in disbelief.
If you were to divide Vorian in to the East and West then you arrive at a startling contrast. The east was in better condition than the west by a significant margin.
Yes, indeed. Even with things the way they are now, monsters and bandits out of control, even with the the disappearing villages every now and then.
So say in the west the war never ended. Not really. So say, it did end, but that only made things worse in the west.
The lords of the west, for one reason or another—so say it started with a petty squabble— but ultimately it lead to a skirmish and then to true battle.
They started drafting soldiers, unlawfully and soon enough every lord in sight gathered n to do battle with one another for their own reasons.
The number of monsters in the west is said to be ten tis of the east. Goblins, gnolls, kobolds and even orcs have made their own warbands and sold their services to the highest bidder.
It beca the place to be if you were a lawbreakers of any kind, vagabonds, pirates and thieves were common. The entire place burned, many ordinary people try to run but most are just captured and enslaved or eaten.
The rule of law and order was a joke to them. The Imperial citadel made no ntion of this matter. The governors didn't either.
Tagborn was a city in the west known now a days as the city of cri. And lord Tagborn was also known as the lord of cri, a warlord that made a na for himself in these kind of tis.
Of course Aldrich knew not of the west was really like but there was no smoke without fire.
"Yeah, the west. My lands are in the west." Ayemon mused, "I am staying in here for the most part but I keep in contact with my n there. I even go there a few tis a year."
"So, the chaos in the west is not as bad as everyone says it is?" Aldrich questioned.
"I want to know that myself," Ayemon smiled, "if you go there I am sure you will agree the rumors were understated. From the looks of it, it's even worse than what one might imagine."
Hmm? That was an odd answer.
"Caldera has gone west too, and I haven't heard from her either." Ayemon added without waiting for Aldrich's reaction.
"So…" Aldrich swallowed down, "you're going there to check up on them?"
For so reason, Aldrich felt a chill creep up on him. He did not know why he opposed that idea. From the beginning he didn't want to tell Ayemon about the ssage, but it was just a nagging feeling at the back of his mind.
"Go there? I guess, I should." Ayemon replied, "but not now. Both of them are capable people so I'm not worried. Orven can be playful like that sotis, and lazy too."
Aldrich sighed in relief.
"Now, lets see your crest. Don't even try to weasel your way out of this one." Ayemon pointed at him.
"Fine, it's not a big deal. Here it is." Aldrich showed off his crest. Anyone looking would be able to see his rare symbol.
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