Location: Nobles district, Safehouse
Interaction: [@letter bee]

The three champions kept composure along with their Master, Belrigger didn't blink or move in the slightest at Asthons report and subsequent transformation. That the boy was telling the truth, if missing details, was clear and that did much to ease his often frightful temper. Words of war were being uttered here and all Belrigger had to go on was a report from Mithril about the venture outdoors and a few descriptions of the people Asthon had talked to.

People he had neglected to mention.

Belriggers face was stern as he crossed both arns over his chest. "You neglect to mention more. You need the support of my guards, my brothers in arms, and choose to lead with but a half truth?" Mithril, having stepped forward, placed the rolled parchment into his masters hand. They gave a sad half nod to Ashton before taking up their place in the line. 
At the door, the soldiers of the house were stepping into the doorway in two lines. Each was armed and ready for a fight but remained stock still. They waited for orders, and did so without expression.

"It is only through the intervention of the gods that be that you were allowed into this place, my home and heart, but doubts arise on your very first test. You spoke with two men, one tied to a noble of some standing and the other with ties likely to the man who nearly brought me down no more than a week ago." He continued, sliding the piece of parchment forward. It detailed every action Asthon had taken since leaving Belriggers dwellings but did not cover anything they had said. "You are talented with the sword, beyond my wildedt imagination, but your words are sour with threats. You reek of treachery in the making, but is it ambition or genuine good will that you feel." 

While he had not heard the words spoken, Belrigger had a suspicious streak to him. The topic of what he would do if the city was threatened had been answered solely by his unwillingness to address it in the first place. This city and its nobility had wronged him, wounded his pride, and stripped him of a lifetime of deeds to claim. "I trained you to be one of my best. I, no, we," He gestured to his champions behind him. "Trust you to fight for something.." there was a struggle happening here. Something in his heart and mind that could not settle on a course of action. "But I cannot trust lives of good men to you without good reason. Not for the home I love that wronged me. So I encourage you to be honest with me here and now, boy. Why should I fight."

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Location: Golden Quarter, Mies cart.
Interactions: [@Rune_Alchemist][@BrokenPromise]

Mirt shook his head. This was supposed to be a simple meet and greet, pay the lady, and march on his merry way. When the shadow of someone of titanic size fell over him, he had turned to witness the thing that did so. The sight was further muddled as it took of its cloak. This was something worse than a very tall person it was outright a monster! The only thing stopping him from attacking it outright was that it had made no discernible move to aggression. Mie seemed equally unphased. 

Gaining his composure back with a puff of his chest, Mies retort caught his words in his throat and turned them to a brief cough. Levity in the face of this thing was insanity, but it was just the place Mirt and Anyon wanted to be.

"No, no. You're much too energetic for my old bones. I'd sooner try to bed a mountain lion than a fox with fangs like yours. I've come to pay ypu, apologize, and make ourselves of some use.." His eyes wandered to the bigger problem in the cart. "If it's all the same we would like to offer you assistance for a while. We can discuss this after you have concluded your.." At a loss for proper description, he merely waved im the direction of the person. "Business. We will be outside." He left it unsaid that should there be a scuffle, Anyon and Mirt would act to aid her in an instant. For now they both tool their leave but did not wander far.