Umbra 40, 228: An Immortal Informant

An informant appears with information of Lady Nimue

An Immortal Informant
Summary: An informant appears with information of Lady Nimue
OOC Date: November 13th, 2013 (OOC)
Tyrel Tynan 
Crown Prince's Office
A man's room. This spacious room is graced with a gorgeous view of the ocean. Three tall windows, topped with gorgeous stained glass look out over the harbour to east, and the ocean below. Dominating it is a truly massive, oaken desk, topped with assorted bits of small statuary and objects of art. The desk is ornately carved with an elegant vine pattern. Behind it is a rather grandiose throne of a chair, carved in a somewhat gothic style. What isn't wood is covered in black leather secured by silver studs. In front of the desk is a cluster of smaller black-leather chairs. The hardwood floor is covered in a thick purple rug with silver trim. A few silver candelabras spaced about the room in addition to a few wrought-iron wall sconces provide plenty of light. The walls are paneled two thirds of the way up the wall with a dark cherry wood. From there on up they are painted purple, and about a foot from the ceiling is silver stenciling. On one side of the room, a bookshelf lines the wall, from floor to ceiling. The shelf is filled with books from all across Daeren. A door leads to a private room for the Prince.
It is day 40 of the month of Umbra, 228

With the kidnapping of Nimue and other goings on the guards are particularly attentive to those trying to get the attention of the royal family. Tyrel has seen more commoners over the last few days that the last few months…at least on non-military matters, there's always time for conscripts. As the previous is ushered out and the next is ushered in Tyrel rises and pours himself a cup of wine. The guards announce the next man entering as Tyrel is seating himself. The wine is set down on the desk and Tyrel picks up one of many scrolls, "Yes, state your name and business." He glances up from the scroll to take a quick study of the person entering but drops it back down again moments later. A pair of guards are seated at either end of the desk and it would take a miracle and a misfortune to get past them to the personage of the crown prince. No weapons of any sort were permitted into this wing of the castle, much less into this room and the search was not of the polite sort.

A man firmly steps inside the room. His head moves to look around, but he is with the hood, so it is impossible to see his curiosity. Of course, before guards let him in, he had to show his face, but the gasp of one of the guards forced the man quickly put the hood on again.

His cloak is long, sweeps the dusts, as his leathern trousers and jacket is dusty and gives a mixed smell of fresh woods and tavern. He takes a few steps closer near the prince table and a bit awkwardly oers the proper greet. Obviously, he never met a prince before and he just doesn't like all this courtesy.

Finally low voice speaks, "People were used to call me Immortal one. My true name will never say you anything. I live in the woods and I bring you cheerful news, of course, of proper reward. I heard a noble woman is missing…" And then just one eye glints out of the hood, curiously watching the prince.

Tyrel looks up for a moment, "Whether it will benefit me or not is my business, I asked for your name." He then looks back down to the scroll, "If you have reliable information regarding the Lady Nimue's whereabouts then you will receive reward of value equal to that which you provide. I would strongly suggest you be quick to deliver that information. While I am known to be generous in return to those who provide me with gifts I am also known to take through whatever means are needed that which is withheld."

"Fair enough…" nods the man with the hood and goes straight near the business, still not mentioning his name, "I can lead you straight to the place, where the woman is kept. A few days ago, I saw four men pack up a camp outside of Stormvale. These places are like my home. I know everyone, but not them. Moreover, part of the packing included the bound and unconscious body of a young noble woman. Obviously, noble. I smell them from a far. I got curious. I have that curious soul," not hurring at all speaks low self-confident voice, "So, I followed them to an isolated farm house that previously belonged to an older couple, but there are two freshly dug graves behind the house. obviously, that couple is deceased. There were two more people waiting at the cottage, bringing the total of men to 6. The cottage is about two days travel from the City at a leisurely pace… Gather your men, prince, and I will lead you there and I may offer you my axe too…" The keen glinting eye watches the prince again.

Tyrel considers, "My leaving the castle, even without crest and shield, would alert the entire city in an instant. I will send a squad of rangers with you, along with maid and physician to follow behind at a distance." He turns slightly reaching for several square pieces of slate that he assembles on his desk like puzzle pieces. Carved into the slate is a map of the city and surrounding area. "Mark where you saw them camp and break camp, the route they followed, and they location they are now at." He pushes the slate squares forward along with a piece of chalk. "As for your axe, bring it with you but allow the rangers to do the work they have trained for. Keep yourself alive, as I cannot reward a corpse as I would a living man."

"With all the respect, prince, I please, do not offend me. I could deal with all your rangers you have, and with the bandits. I could bring six heads o these bandits for you tomorrow… Going there all alone. I escaped slavery, slaughtering whole city of these bastard," the man straightens up and even sniffs a bit, "I do not think it is proper to speak like that with these, who wants to help. I am good and experianced. I am a ranger. True ranger, who is free from glinting armors and comfortable homes."

The man stares at the map for a few moments, before he leans and points the right places. There he saw the camp, and ther the girl is hold. The small farmhouse is bordered on two sides by woods (left side and back) and the other two sides are open (front and right). Then man continues, "And now the best reward would be apology and acknowledgemnt of my abilities. With all the respect, prince, I saw even more than you…"

Tyrel says, "I have not doubted your abilities. I gave instruction that you should allow my rangers to do those duties for which I employ them. You indicate you are the Immortal One, if that is true then you should be aware your reputation is not one that indicates you are versed in the gentle treatment of a Lady." He picks up his cup and takes a drink before continuing, "You have not delivered Lady Nimue to us so you are either unsure you will be rewarded or you did not have the resources you wished to complete the task. I will not have those doubts assailing the men who go to rescue her. My Rangers know the risk and the reward and have the resources, if you wish to be among those resources you are welcome to join them."

"I do not trust nobles. My history proves, that I am right not to trust them. However, I will be near the entrance to the woods. I will wait for your men and I will show the right way…" And the man turns to leave.

Tyrel says, "Inouv's corruption affects members of all class and castes. I do not believe you will find that a nobleman is any more or less likely to be honest, only that a nobleman is more carefully watched and held to a higher standard." He seats himself, "Return when you have shown the men to this location and I will see you properly rewarded."

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