Mors Ladybright: Assassin of Assassins

[Erik]

Mors rolls his eyes. "And would some silver change what you know, perchance?"

[The Smith]

"It might." The bar keep replied, and shifted, "I still need to narrow down whatcha looking for?"

[Erik]

Mors sighs, glancing to his left and right. "There is a person whose interests are opposed to mine. I would prefer that that person, and through them their interests, be seen to discreetly, so that they would not bother me again."

[The Smith]

"Seen all the way too, or just ruffled like?" The man asked.

[Erik]

"The former would be preferable. Don't have to worry about the future, that way."

[The Smith]

"Then you should speak to Red Feldt." The barkeep looked around, "He ain't here right now, but he always comes in after dark."

[Erik]

"I'll return, then. See you tonight, friend." Mors finishes his ale, then flips a stag to the bartender as he rises and leaves the pub.

[Erik]

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Mors returns to the bar around nightfall. The guards are given similar orders to before, should he not leave within an hour, they are to come fetch him.

He sits down at the bar and nods to the barkeep.

[The Smith]

The Barkeep nods toward a tall shaggy red haired man in the corner with only one eye.

[Erik]

Mors strides over and sits across from the man. "Red Feldt, is it? Man at the bar said you might be able to help me."

[The Smith]

Red eyed Mors coldly, and distrustfully. "I do not know you though."

[Erik]

"Please. I'm sure the man at the bar told someone connected with you that I came by. You looked into the matter and, at the very least, discovered my name. I'm not a fool, man like you doesn't get by by not knowing who he's dealing with."

[The Smith]

"Kevan did not mention you had stopped by." He cast a hard look at the barkeep, "So you are going to have to start from the beginning."

[Erik]

"The name's Mors. I hear you know people who can deal with problems. For example, a person who is rather standing in my way, so to speak."

[The Smith]

"That is possible." Red spoke, and then scratched at his beard, "Who?"