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Posted: Wed May 10, 2017 4:45 pm
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Saraf looked around for a moment, picking up the mug that was brought to him as refills were handed out. Let's see then, where to start? There were a few members of the Outcast Unit in the bar at the moment. They were in various states of drunkenness due to the fact that they were celebrating the fact that they had time off. It wasn't that often that they came into town and when they did it was always like this. Finding someone that would have the information and wasn't drunk enough to forget it would be a touch difficult but he felt that they could do it.
After a moment he said, "Alright, I see a place where we can start." He took another sip of his drink before getting to his feet, looking at the three members of the unit that he was sitting with, and said, "Behave yourselves the best that you can... by which I mean don't get arrested. I expect you all to make it back to where we are supposed to be meeting at the end of leave in one piece." He gave them a wave them moved to lead the way to where another member of the unit was sitting at the bar. He was a lithe Oban who was presently doing shots with another man that appeared as though he was Oban as well, though with just a touch of Matorian in him given the orange eyes a fin ears.
Motioning to the full Oban he said, "This is Seaen. A tracker for our unit. If anyone knows the one you're looking for I'm sure he will." Provided he hadn't done so many shots that he couldn't even recall his own name.
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2017 5:45 pm
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Seaen looked up from what he was doing to stare for a moment at Issaly, seemingly sizing up the Shifter, before looking passed him to where Saraf stood. Seeing that he wasn't just some random stranger asking him he felt a bit more comfortable with the idea of being helpful. Turning slightly he took another shot, not wanting to fall behind his friend, and said, "A Oban that keeps a Water Tribesman and a Shifter, hm? I'm not gonna say it with any sort of authority but if I had to guess... perhaps the Lord of Janarim? You know, the one that Vanna had a thing for until she realized he was playing for the other team?"
Saraf thought about it for a moment then said, "Lord Laofay? Really?" He gave a humming sound. That one had a few titles but they knew him best as the Lord of Janarim because of Vanna and the way that she'd fawned over him for a time. She learned about the one he was with though and had moved on after a mourning period of a weekend's worth of drinking.
Nodding Seaen said, "That's the one. Though from what I heard it's more like he's got two adopted sons from the Water Tribe and it's one of those sons that is keeping the Shifter as his personal healer. Must be sickly or something."
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2017 6:09 pm
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Seaen turned to look in the direction of the yelling, then gave a laugh, "Praise be onto On'os! It seems that your meeting with the Lord of Janarim is all but destine, little Shifter!" He lifted a shot glass, saluting Issaly with it, before throwing it back. Now that Issaly knew who he was looking for and the guy was nearby it seemed that Seaen was no longer needed. As such his attention was back on the shots before him, more of which had been poured while he was distracted.
Saraf looked down at Issaly, toward Lord Laofay, then back again as he said, "Are you going to approach him then? As terrifying as he is he must have a soft spot if he's going to go around adopting those of a different tribe as well as take in stray healers."
Giving him a pat on the shoulder he said, "You don't have to do much. Just ask him if he is in fact the one that has your brother. It's just a yes or no question so it should be easy enough to accomplish." He wasn't sure that he would want to deal with such a person. Of late he'd left the more powerful Lords and Ladies to their thing while he stuck to the Outcast Unit, having given up on the idea of becoming a General in the army some time back. That was all just too much stress for Saraf and never allowed him to be anything more then a harsh, unfriendly beast.
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