Koralheim had, for many years, found humans to be a profoundly interesting species worthy of much more study than was actually afforded to them. As such a populous race with something of an inherent supposition of superiority in their existence, humanity oftentimes found itself forgetting to turn its lens of curiosity back on itself. Anthropology was a very sparsely populated field, though the libraries of Goldsands were stuffed with books with human authors, trying to expound on the sublteties of merfolk commerce, or the nuance of telling a good story to an elvish delegation. Humans seemed to forget nowadays how interesting they can be.<br/><br/>For as annoying as Pete was going to be, and Koralheim had no doubt that being a pest would be his main quality, Koralheim couldnâ€™t help but marvel at the difference in character within a single species. Here was Pete, young and brash, far too certain of his abilities, and yet Koralheimâ€™s mind tingled with a longstanding link with another human. Edric was in Northpeak, it seemed; a promising prospect. The dour human had something of an interesting profession; an assassin of considerable skill. Though Koralheim wasnâ€™t the sort to keep company with murderers and rogues, assassins were considered valid tools of commerce in merfolk culture that, like everything else in proper business, required extensive formalities.<br/><br/>Koralheim had taken contract with Edric as a counterbid against a bounty on his life. Koralheim did not expect in any preposterous delusion that the human considered him a friend; Koralheim was always amicable, but their interactions were supported by a backbone of exchanged gold and at the point, Edricâ€™s unfortunate understanding of how readily Koralheim attracted trouble of various shapes and sizes. That understanding put Edric at a significant advantage over most when dealing with the merfolk. Of course, Koralheim also enjoyed his company for various reasons.<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™m hoping to make contact with a particular angel eventually to enlist her help; she is reasonable and a fierce guard of the righteous. She would be a great boon to our chances, the chances of everything any of us could know in this world, when things finally begin to boil over.â€ Koralheim explained, standing and moving over to a cabinet, retrieving a coat and, after a bit of rummaging, found two that might be of appropriate size for his current traveling companions. â€œYou might take the warmer clothes if you wish, Northpeak is rather harsh year round.â€<br/><br/>As Koralheim moved towards the door, he held up the scroll again to finish his conversation â€œYou might head to your blacksmith then, Pete. I assume Kala would prefer to stay in my company for the time being; Iâ€™ve a contact I wish to employ who happens to be in the city.â€ He explained. â€œWe can meet up afterwards if you are set on traveling with us; if you prove useful, practicality would permit such a thing. After all, a swordsman, even of great competence, ought to be able to contribute more than just a blade.â€ Koralheim explained, tucking the scroll away in his satchel and opening the door, showing the way out. He reached into Kalaâ€™s mind.<br/><br/>â€œCome then, Kala, Iâ€™ve an idea of where he is. Do be on guard, perhaps; heâ€™s not usually fond of seeing me.â€