[b][center][h3][i][color=#17c311]Cyne[/color] & [color=746f6f]Nor[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#17c311]Location:[/color] Graveyard & Crossed Swords Tavern
[color=746f6f]Interacting with:[/color]Ntaj & Sana and Keystone[/center][/b]

Well the idea that they'd find something worth finding in the graveyard quickly went up in flames. Any graves that had been dug up were already done so awhile ago, and it didn't seem like much anybody had been through here since. And even if they had, any evidence of wrongdoing had probably been washed away from the rain. Trying to catch a necromancer or servant of one here would be stalking game that had already migrated. Knowing that, Cyne decided the next move should be to get Ntaj and either get her shopping done, or head back to the tavern. Speaking of which, where did he get to? She looked around for a bit until she spotted him, weapon out looking around like a cornered rat.

[color=#17c311]"Ntaj,"[/color] she called as she walked towards him. [color=#17c311]"What are you doing?"[/color] Maybe he needed help more than she had previously thought. If his actions these past few hours were any indication, stress might be getting the better of him. She made a mental note to keep an eye out on him. Somebody as strong as him going through a mental breakdown would be the last thing anybody here needed. [hr]
[color=746f6f]"Ah, I see. Don't ye worry lass, yer secret's safe with me."[/color] Not quite a jackpot, but his senses were on-point. Any kind of royal, even non-traditional types had contacts even if they had no great material wealth. And it was always, [i]always[/i] a good idea to keep on good terms with those sorts as long as possible. A well-developed network had a way of paying dividends that even a pile of gold couldn't always top. Well, if he were to earn her trust, he'd probably need to hang out around her for awhile. Looks like he'd be working with this group after all.

Scheming aside, Nor listened intently to Keystone's tale of intestinal turmoil. It was the sort of story that he'd swap with his comrades back during his days in the service, course they wouldn't talk nothing about using Chi or any of that hokey hogwash, but the essence of the tale was right in line. It almost made him feel a bit forlorn. Twas a simpler, more naive time. However, his ears pricked up when he heard a certain name mentioned at the end.

[color=746f6f]"Hey, that 'Cremmy' ye just mentioned. That wouldn't happen tae be a nickname would it?"[/color] If these people knew where Cremwise was, being able to settle a personal score might be added onto that expanding list of "Profit I Didn't Expect To Make in the Boonies." And oh, would payback feel so, so good.