Another character?

Fortunately, he had one of his best men, or should he say women, premanently assigned to Me'tha now. Admittedly, her methods were a bit unorthadox, but she did her job well.

Kidjea tried to ignore the little hearts dotting the i's as he read about the fascinating new creature that Me'tha had managed to uncover. He sighed. Railyn was indeed one of the best operatives at his disposal, but, well, she WAS a kobold... Well, almost all the spies were, really. But Railyn was somehow MORE kobold than most.

Kidjea hoped this 'Rastilina' could surivive such interest. A creature unseen before on this world. This was certainly something that would require investigation. Who knew what power it might possess. If Me'tha was willing to transport it so far to find a Goblin caravan.

Why a Goblin caravan was doing at the southernmost reaches of the continent, beyond even the Orc lands, Kidjea couldn't even phathom.

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Railyn waited patiently in the mountains above the city of Pa'Tok. Visitors to the city at this time of year gained an undue amount of attention. Every vendor in the streets would have been pushing their wares upon her. Not exactly the best way to remain inconspicuous while spyinng upon a famously paranoid member of the Elven court.

Still, being so far away from her charge made her edgy. Especially since the hills were so boring and nothing to do. That, and Me'tha's prisoner was WAY cute. Very easy on the eyes. Railyn couldn't wait to get a view of her up close, maybe even interview her. That could be.... entertaining.

She didn't have orders to extract the prisoner, but 'mission necessity' could always be invoked. It's not like there were any other operatives around to deny any claims she made. It would give her SOMETHING to do, she guessed.

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A contract signed, TB set orders in motion to assemble a caravan. It was good to have extra insurance (and targets) when making a trek north through orc territory. How Me'tha had made the southern trip with his own tiny group was a wonder to him. It wasn't as if Orcs liked Elves more than Goblins.

George and Lenny were off assembling their equipment, mostly frightfully large clubs with the occasionally pointy bit. Brute force was covered, but finesse was also necessary. That's why he sought out the Mercenary Guild. Their halls were quite close to TB's own shops, but he wasn't sure how happy they'd be to receive him...

As TB came up to the hall, two Goblins, fully armed, came out. They stood fast in front of the doors. They regarded him stoicly as he approached. When he was a few meters away, their hands went to their weapons.

"The guild is closed to you." One of the guards said flatly.

"A Goblin business, closed to a Goblin?" TB said, coming to a stop before the guards, "I had no idea business was so GOOD these days..." he trailed off, looking down the empty road leading to the hall.

"Our business could hardly be wanting enough to join your missions. We know your record." The other guard said quickly.

TB's features hardened. "I hired your best swords for a dangerous mission. The pay was good. It was a more than fair contract."

"And our men died, while yours did not."