[h3]Kyra Pfalz-Karstadt,[/h3][i]most definitely not [b]Lutatia Eichenwald von Brudel[/b][/i]

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A dark expression momentarily flashed across the envoy of Agamemnon’s face before she affected a strained smile. She would not admit how close the envoy of Anhur had been in his guess. [b]“Obviously not. Otherwise, would be meeting at the Empress’s court in Brudel.” [/b]Shrugging, she took a deep sip of her beer, but not uncouth enough to do so in an unrefined manner. 

Her attention soon turned as she felt the other envoys trickle into the establishment, not that she needed her newfound envoy sense to detect most of them. It seemed the gods had been discerning, for each of the other envoys were remarkable in their own ways, the manner of dress being the more obvious. 

In fact, the envoy of Qhalus arrived in such an ostentatious manner that Lutatia wasn’t even sure why she had ever bothered to stay lowkey with her attire and choice of food. She decided to ignore the paltry lump of bread in front of her in favor of the banquet the hedonistic girl had ordered up. She’d never turn down a free meal, although she decided that she would be having words with the girl over their future finances and spending habits. 

Still nursing her smallbeer, she glanced up as a red-robed scholar approached. [b]“Ha,”[/b] Lutatia barked out a small laugh at her greeting. [b]“Kyra. I’m a local here,”[/b] she said simply, by way of introduction, pitching her voice loud enough so that the other envoys at the nearby table could hear. [b]“I think you’ll find that I subscribe to the more elegant intent of [i]noblisse oblige[/i] than silly spectacle, even if I can appreciate one from time to time.”[/b] She offered a hand out in greeting. [b]“Besides, He can also represent the restraint of the crown and the tedious realities of administration.”[/b]

She couldn’t help but to give her a searching glance at her last statement. Anhur was right, why were people booing him?

Lutatia acknowledged the innkeeper’s arrival with a nod, mulling over the information. Along with Aurelian, she had taken the time to slip over to briefly examine the board. Frankly, the job was beneath them, even if it had come from high places and from a good man. She’d never met Lord Dunham, never had a reason to, but she knew he had his heart in the right place and was alright in her books. The high reward struck her as strange, though, and she had to wonder if there was more to it than a simple patrol lost in the wilderness.

As the conversation turned back towards the mission and the urge that compelled them all to meet in this city, she couldn’t help but to comment. [b]“It could be,”[/b] she ventured cheekily, [b]“That my patron prefers the others travel to him?”[/b]

She then shook her head. [b]“No, the obvious answer is that our lead is here, but I’m not so sure that a search-and-rescue mission is it,”[/b] she replied, inclining her head in agreement towards Liora. Granted, she was a Pegasus knight, so she was uniquely suited for running this sort of mission. But as the envoy of Qhalus had so kindly noted, it would probably kill her with boredom, even if it was easy money.

[b]“I’m not against taking the job. In fact, I’m a Pegasus flier, I can do it by my lonesome while the rest of you look into other avenues of investigation. We’re in the merchant capital of the world, after all,”[/b] she continued, spreading her arms out in gesture. [b]“If we’re to find rumors of prophecy, here is the place to find it.” [/b]