Reports. Failures. Plans.

Uklag makes a very unhappy face. “So let me put it short. First you stalked a few nobles, merchants and the like to listen in on conversations. So far so good. Then you heard something that you find funny and run off to have a good old giggle. I know you are crazy but that is just ridiculous. Lastly you look at some random servant and start laughing at him because, and I quote you, ‘His eyebrows looked so normal that they were funny?’”

“He made such a cute face after that though.” Alratha defends herself, “Like I just found out that he pissed into his mistress lemonade. I had to laugh at him!” A sigh, rubbing his temples he turns to Catherine, who has only just recently returned. “Please tell me you have less crazy news…” She nods, “I do actually. Recently some rumours have been floating around that the bear-man was sighted in some other parts of the province. They are spread to an extend that I do believe them to be fabricated however.”

That isn’t exactly the news he was looking for. “That is all? No secret entrance, no schedule of the twin-generals, no dirty little secrets I can use. Did you at least make some connections after all the parties you have visited?” Catherine looks slightly ashamed, “Ehem, well, I did make friends with some merchants as you instructed, also some knight named Kyra talks with me regularly.”

“Is she important?” Uklag asks, Catherine coughs before she answers, “She isn’t exactly…she doesn’t wear plate yet.” The massaging of his temples doubles in speed. “So in short all we have are some random ass locations. Do you have any idea how bored I am down here?” The women look at each other, “You could always spy as well.” Catherine carefully suggests, “And degrade myself with servant’s clothing? Over my overly fashionable dead body.” Uklag says and finally lowers his arms. Ignoring Alratha’s giggling “…Robes….fashionable….” he thinks about what he can do to escape his boredom.

“Okay, tell me the closest location and try to find out a bit more afterwards. I will take a very enthusiastic walk and just hope I am lucky… or that you will have ANYTHING of substance when I am back.” A description of a nearby landmark is given and Uklag stands up, the three of them leave the base behind.

Uklag returns two days later with a sour expression, the other two are already waiting for him. “And, Master?” Catherine asks. “Well…I didn’t even get all the way there, apparently somebody else really hates that bear-man and has sent a small force to check it out, I found the tracks and thought that whatever I could find there is not worth it…I still want to find that bear-man though….Anything of help?”

The two shift uncomfortably. “Well, I did trace back some of the rumours and found out that they originated from some servants…but none of them could be found, apparently somebody is reorganizing on the fly.” Alratha says with an apologetic grin. “Well at the very least we now there is something going on here. Catherine?” The apprentice is looking unwell, Uklag steps closer and looks into her eyes. “You are hungover aren’t you?”

“Slightly.” She says with a heavy tongue, “Have you been doing nothing but partying since we arrived here?” “I did a lot. I even found out where and when the next batch of slaves will arrive.” Now that was something of substance. “Tell me.” She gives him a description and Uklag smiles. “Finally. We will hijack that thing, free the slaves or whatever, I will sit down in their place and wait for that bear person to come for me instead.”

“So, tomorrow we will hijack a slave trade?” Alratha asks, “Sounds fun.”