"Of course. I simply meant there was no need to hold back. Order whatever you like and what isn't covered by our deal will be by this contract." Frisko clarified, winking. He then opened a secret compartment in the floor behind his desk and offered Evelyn to hand over anything she wanted stashed for the day. Once everything was secured he locked up again and pulled a rug over the trapdoor.<br/><br/>Returning to the commons, Evelyn could order whatever she liked from the menu without paying for now, left to wonder where her dealings with the these sort of people would eventually lead her.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Menu</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rye Biscuits and Soft Cheese, Mug of Mead (2 cp)<br/>Boiled Beetroot, Mug of Stout (2 cp)<br/>Millet Porridge, Mug of Bitter (3 cp)<br/>Boiled Peas, Mug of Stout (2 cp)<br/>Salted Pork and Dried Onion, Tankard of Cider (12 cp)<br/>Roasted Pork and Dried Artichoke, Tankard of Bitter (12 cp)</div></div><br/><br/>After a bit of asking around, the paladin finds out a couple of facts:<br/>Most of the city's wealth is in possession of the ruling lord Malik Brawthon, a noble and former templar who rose through the ranks and is now ruling over the city.<br/>Laws are rather strict in the city proper, so it is hard for anyone to enter without necessary papers or a throughout background check, leaving many of the scoundrels and sailors in the docks so they never see the main ward.<br/>The templars, a paladin order of light housed in the city deals with most religious matters, and most people out here want as little to do with them as possible. The templars are directed by an archbishop however, that much everyone knows.