To Heir is Human II - Playground Options

[Dantrag]

OOC: and so it begins...

Rann

Rann trudged in the snow, his hood pulled far over his face to keep the snow off of it. He came upon Bruma's gate, and sighed with relief; the mojority of the trip was over. Unless, of course, the target had already left the city.

The countess had sent him once again to kill someone. This time it was a murderer. His target and another man had killed four children in Stendarr's Chapel in Chorrol. That was enough to make Rann's blood boil.

He stepped into Olav's Tavern and pulled up his sleeve; his tattoo was how the informant would recognize him.

[Dantrag]

Rahvin

Rahvin got past Satyana unnoticed, not because he was trying to be stealthy, but because her attention was too focused on a young man that enjoyed the company of animals.

Not one to question his luck, he walked into the tavern and sat down.

"Rahvin! It's been quite some time." Ragnar greeted. "What can I get for you?"

Rahvin normally couldn't stand nordic men, mainly because they reminded him of Agnar and his ilk. Ragnar, despite the ironically similar name, didn't. His warm friendliness put down any such thoughts.

"The usual. And some tobacco if you have it." he answered, pulling out his pipe. Ragnar put a bottle of brandy and some shredded tobacco in front of him.

"So who was that woman that was just in here? The one that looked somewhat nordic." Rahvin asked.

"Don't you think she's a little young for you?" Ragnar asked.

Rahvin laughed. "It's not like that." he answered, lighting his pipe. "So do you know her?"

"Satyana? Sure. She came to town a while back to study. Works at the castle."

I was only a letter off. Rahvin thought, priding himself on his excellent memory. "Know where she came from?" Rahvin was pretty sure he knew the answer, but wanted confirmation. He pulled the pipe out of his mouth and took a sip of brandy while Ragnar answered.

"Not sure exactly, but I know that her grandmother is famous. Serene, no less."

"Really? The Serene?" Rahvin asked, pretending to be surprised. As if he didn't know the woman.

Ragnar nodded, taking another puff on his pipe. "I wouldn't have believed it either, except the purple eyes. Even legends talk of those." he paused for a second, as if having a revelation. "Say, doesn't your boy have purple eyes?"

"Yes, but for a different reason." he lied. "Rann was actually born blind. A sorceress cured him of it, but his eyes didn't change color."

Ragnar nodded, but it was obvious that he didn't believe the story.

Rahvin sighed. Yet another rumor to add to the collection. Because of their occupation, too many rumors circulated around he and Rann in Chorrol. Everyone in town knew who they were, even if they didn't know them personally. There were more important things to think about right now. Satyana was here, no doubt. He wondered how it would affect Rann. seeing his sister for the first time.

Ragnar excused himself to speak with other customers. Rahvin just sat, enjoying his drink and smoke, shaking his head at the rather unlikely coincidence of Satyana and Rann being in the same town after twenty years.