[center][h1][color=007236]Troe Revinah[/color][/h1][/center]

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[color=007236]"You've got quick eyes."[/color] Troe said, not too interested in answering the actual question.[color=007236] "I had it out for an instant at best."[/color] He took note of the stranger's violet eyes, but in his own scholarly pursuits he had seen much stranger things. Many in the crowd had begun to separate into their own groups to form recon teams in an attempt to claim that reward money for themselves...The longer he thought, the more he realized that he had to at least go to see things for himself.

[color=007236]"Hey, if you're planning on taking this job you can follow me a bit. Eventually I'll need to find someone with a reliable means of getting there. Bad as it sounds, I'd bet fifteen hundred gold half of these idiots are going to sink themselves along the way."[/color] Troe said back to the violet eyed stranger. Only an idiot would throw their lot in with the first few people close enough to hear their voice. A bounty that size likely meant that the higher ups didn't expect a high success...or survival rate. Of course, that made sense given the kingdoms that were wiped out were filled to the brim with proud warriors. Whatever these invaders were, the signs pointed to them being immeasurably dangerous. 

Many of the adventurers here seemed to have the wrong idea, this wasn't a job for a large group of mercenaries. What they needed was a research team and a few bodyguards. Anything more would attract undue attention from a thus far undefeated army. Deep in thought, Troe entered the bar to grab a black coffee. He'd probably need it to keep this train of thought going. When he eventually received the drink, he sat down and tapped his fingers on a table for a few minutes, not even really noting if the violet eyed stranger from before had followed him. Given the relatively young age of the countries within the archipelago, they had no legends or known prophecies to point to such a cataclysmic event...even if this certainly felt like the kind of scenario that would involve such a contrived explanation. He knew for a fact that none of the books in the town's rather large library mentioned warriors from the ocean, nor had any sailors mentioned such a possibility any of the times he had tried to explain their other wive's tales.

[color=007236]"Maybe if Rjaskav or Solvnir wrote their damned folklore down on the occasion there could be something there."[/color] He muttered, the frustration clear in his tone. Of course he knew that neither civilization did such a thing. Word of mouth prevailed in both countries, and so the already unreliable tall tales would only be made exponentially more unreliable if they truly existed. Troe downed the still hot coffee angrily, not even paying any mind to the burning of his mouth and throat. If anything the pain helped derail the near tangent he had almost gone on in his head.