Re: 01.05: Reunion & Bebriefing
Cara departed from the rear of keep through her usual route, stepping through a heavy door and into a narrow alley of the Merchant's Quarter. She wasted no time making it to the main thoroughfare, moving crisply into opposite side of the busy street. She did not bother trying to hail one of the many carriages that patrolled the district, for most who saw the coat of black and red coat sped up rather than stopping at her signal. She'd learned long ago not to bother when she was in uniform, relying purely on the admittedly unimpressive strength of her own legs. She was still not entirely sold on the concept of horses, mostly due to lack of experience. Her people were able to breed none that lasted long upon the Godpoisoned hills of her homeland, and thus had stopped trying more generations ago than she cared to remember. Like most Khundari, she favored the deck of a ship over the strange beasts.
She allowed her mind to wander and she walked, heading in the opposite direction she had gone earlier that morning. She'd bled her Dependent at the Royal Bank of Druvish and Harrell already that day, he would not appreciate her darkening his door for another boon. His debts to House Yisil ran deep, but even those had limits. If she drank from him too deeply, he would break. Instead she turned East, walking for a half an hour to the very edge of the Merchant's Quarter, and passing the Blue Cloaks at the Gates to Sandor Square. Just outside the Merchant's Quarter, both a part of it and not, Sandor Square was where the foreign merchants who came to Druvir were placed. The Square was mostly an open air affair, giving the cities' many visiting merchants a place to set up their caravans and stalls. A host of inns and taverns surrounded it, running the gamut from flea ridden hovels and Ekwesh fire filled drug dens, to almost palatial estates chock full of servants, attendants, and guards. It was there that Grain Mothers of House Patil had been assigned, when they had first arrived with Saemira three years prior. Matriarchs and Lesser Mothers had come and gone with the caravans, but Grain Mother Huarta Patil had remained. She'd taken over a humble inn known as the Sleeping Giant, essentially buying up all two of the double story tavern's upper rooms for the last three years. When she had a caravan in, like she did now, they merely pulled the wagons right up to the front door and formed their own camp.
She walked past the orange hooded Clanbound, who scurried and scuttled to get out of her way the instant they saw her coming. Most had never seen an Oathsworn before, but all knew the stories, and had no desire to attract her attention. As she pushed past the wagons, seeing three women bearing the triangular blue pennants that were runemarked to denote them as belonging to the Merchant Clan Patil. These did not scatter as she approached, instead meeting her with polite bows of greeting in the Khundari style.
[Language unknown: "Tiouiopo, Houlatnotere u at Manoneine Ourstipro Dinthushe."]
One of the women said in Taal. Cara didn't recognize her, but Huarta made sure that all of her Clansmates knew that there was an Oathsworn within the city.
[Language unknown: "Virlinterday, Ughticing Enekwi nc Whiopl Miurol."]
Cara replied with an identical bow.
[Language unknown: "Ne anaiom tautsi al poit Venntistrain, P heac ng ilpeinne."]