<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Sybille took off her hat and hovered it over the map to have some shade. She was already figuring out which route to take. Going back to Ustalav and then perhaps rest in Vigil for a while, gods know they'll need it if they encounter any of the Undeath problems over there. Her finger traced the road that lead from Vigil to Skelt, an impenetrable city in Nirmathas, and then they'd go through the Bloodsworn Vale to Korvosa. <i>Excellent</i>! She smiled to herself, it will be quite the trip but from there they could take a ship to <span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Azir and then the Napsune mountains. </span><br/>
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Sybille looked up when she heard a familiar voice, "Ahh, the monk!" she said as she pushed herself off the pillars and tucked her hat underneath her arm. "I don't see your kind very often on my travels." She said as she extended her hand at the monk but since he choose to bow instead she awkwardly lowered it again. They introduced themselves to each other, "Marek...That name suits you." she said with a charming smile, "My name's Sybille Rousseaux, another proud member of the Adventurer's Guild."<br/>
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Before Sybille decided to make their partnership official, "First tell me what the King said exactly. Not everyone was privy to his whispers..." She said as she rolled up the paperwork and stuffed them in a pouch...<br/>
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She listened to what Marek had heard and it caused Sybille to hold her breath for just a moment. She had heard of the Rod of Law by one of her old tutor when she was but a wisp of a thing. But as far as she knew it was believed to have been destroyed during that great battle between Miska the Wolf-Spider and the Dukes of Wind,or lost to the ages. Yet here it is, the first piece in the hands of a barbarian king. She nodded at Marek as she brushed off her feathered hat before putting it on again, "I agree that teaming up seems like the best solution for this particular endeavor."<br/>
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She glanced around before turning to Marek again, "I'll let you decide. That towering building over there on the other side of the city, that's the headquarters of the Technic League. The arcane representatives of this nation. We could ask them for more information about the Ro-..." she stopped herself from saying it out loud as she glanced around with caution, "The 'artifact'. Or we can just leave already and head to Korvosa for a free ride to Azir?"<br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">The king's <a class="link link--external" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/47/58/aa/4758aad815e39cbb6df6cc83194d0672.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">steward Hrael</a> guided the last of the adventurers out the palace doors, answering any final questions they may have. "You shall receive the coins and the land when you have presented us with the Rod. But until then there's nothing else we can do for you." his voice croaked.<br/>
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Hrael watched from the palace steps as they all trickled out of the city with a sly look as he lifted a face carved amulet to his lips, "It has begun...Don't loose them out of your sights and make sure their mission is a success." He tucked the necklace back beneath his clothes, wondering which ones of these greedy bastards will find the artifact first...</span></span>