William
**Felix Reed - H&R merchants club - Rikolto**

Felix stared at Heinrich with skepticism.

"It's too risky. They might suspect anything we give them. The poison must come from someone else."

He paused as his toughts inevitably drifted away from the bandits.

"What about the clients? Have you already found enough traders to fill the hall?"
George
Jericho Heinrich
Rikolto, H&R Merchants Club, Terresol

"Fair... I've made a few friends at the local markets and they've been here a few time to conduct business with other merchants. We've been getting a lot of business as of lately."

Jericho sighs, "I will pour the wine but my cup has to be filled before everyone's. Just make the poison and pour it in the bottle marked... We can't have these people living in Rikolto any longer."

Jericho bounced his knee and thought deeply about this situation, "When these people see the coin, they'll think we are truthful. Keep in mind we have two days. In fact, maybe changing the meeting to the hall preemptively will make them think we mean well."
William
Felix Reed
Rikolto, H&R Merchants Club, Terresol

"Fine, go tell them that we will have their payment ready tomorrow. In the meantime, I will visit the visionnaires."

Felix wanted to know more about them. He had the chance to see the masked men pass trough the streets. They had called the city "Vikolto", meaing that they had enough influence to not be crushed by the city guard. At this point, they were probably the city guard.
All the more reason to get on their good side.
George
Jericho Heinrich
Rikolto, H&R Merchants Club, Terresol

Jericho sighed, it was clear Felix didn't know the severity of this situation, or if he did he didn't seem to care. Jericho watched as Felix left to tend to his own matters and so Jericho scrounged up the coin and placed it all in a bag. He made sure he hid the coin well. 

After he was finished he tended to the merchants downstairs for a while, discussing trade deals, making them feel welcomed, and serving them refreshments before he had left. Jericho rode through Rikoloto and began his search for the Sable Brotherhood members.

Jericho Heinrich
Rikolto, Terresol

Jericho went from tavern to tavern, market to market. He had asked and searched a variety of brothels as well, on the off chance they had chosen to 'have a little fun'. They hadn't, instead it took only a couple of tavern trips to indicate that they were settled down in an inn on the outskirts of Rikolto. Jericho rode to the Inn, it being a relatively secluded place it was quite. 

Jericho got off his horse and proceeded to stroll into the Inn, looking around for his 'business partners'.
William
The Sable Brotherhood
The Vermillion - Rikolto

The inn, true to it's name, boasted a large number of red decorations. Some bright like the water lilies of the Rikolto swamps, some dark like the flowers of the nenuphars. It was a three story building, with indoor balconies creating a small atrium that drew the attention towards the lamps that hung from long chains.

In the main hall, three of the reavers were waiting for Jericho: the big one, the tomboy, and the redhead. Their leader, Lancel, was absent.

"Look who we have here!" Exclaimed the readhead. She touched one of her hairbuns. "It's the slaver! Are you here to deliver our payment?"
George
Jericho Heinrich
Rikolto, Terresol

"Not exactly... The payment comes on the morrow. That is what I came to talk to you about. Instead of the swamps, I'd prefer we meet in the H&R Merchant Clubs private meeting room. It's rather important."

Jericho smiles charmingly at the folk, in no way a real smile. "If you folk are interested in making triple what you are already making, tell the fourth member of your party, along with yourselves to meet me there."
William
Sable Brotherhood
The Vermillion - outskirts of Rikolto

The redhead turned towards the black-haired girl. "I don't know," She said. "Why would you come all this way without the gold? Maybe you should ask Lancel. Marius, where did Lancel go?"

"He's up there," The big one pointed upwards. "I think he's jerking off to statues or something".

"He better not," Said the tomboy. She was visibly annoyed by Marius' comment. She then directed her gaze towards Heinrich. "Word of advice, if you don't want to get trown over the railing, try to pique his interest."
Betty
Magistrate Serafina
The Countryside of the Falsa Province

"Deliver this to Grand Wisdom Albaer and ensure he burns it after reading the contents." Serafina instructed, handing a note to the Vision who had accompanied her. She had promised the man an update once she had found Cleos. Though, she had found him much earlier, that was true, but to protect him she had kept his location a secret, sending the information in codes that would make no sense to someone unfamiliar with the advanced lore of the Southern Pantheon. "And this," She continued, pulling out a second piece of parchment, "To Magistrate Seybourn. It is crucial you arrive at Sol before I do and deliver these. Do you understand?" The man, by age more than any other defining characteristic, nodded and placed the notes in his satchel. 

"Yes, Magistrate." He replied, swinging himself onto his horse. "Saris bless your travels." 

"Camira fill your steed with strength and Saris bless yours. Now, go." 
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Serafina waited for Cleos in the carriage, eyes studying his expression as he climbed in. The journey ahead had one goal - to gain the boys trust. She had begun the process already, of course, stringing him along and boistering his confidence and sense of importance. Despite the grooming, he was still a boy and one whose sense of importance could be torn down at the slightest critique. In order to mold him, Serafina needed his unwavering trust in her decisions and advice. She needed him to see her as an advisor, a friend, and a trusted ally. All critical components for her to keep control behind the scenes. 'Critical components I currently lack.' Her time as the religious advisor to Charity Lane had been pathetic, but thankfully she had spent her time in Terresol well and remained informed despite efforts to the contrary. 

As he sat across from her, Serafina drew the shades closed and leaned against the plush, wine colored seats adorning the interior. "I'm sure you have questions, Cleos." She began, letting her hands rest against the dark green silk of her dress. "Now is the time to ask and I will answer all of them to the best of my ability." Serafina smiled, letting out a good natured chuckle. "You've certainly had to wait far longer than I originally anticipated and for that I am sorry."
George
Jericho Heinrich
Rikolto, The Vermillion, Terresol

Jericho sighed and nodded, "I see. Thank you, I hope you all agree to my proposal tomorrow though."

He then walked past the bunch and to the room they had said Lancel was in. With a knock, Jericho stood at the door with his hands folded, resting on his lower abdomen.