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[Vakhanor] A rumour chased

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40 Ymiden, Arc 716


Something was troubling Nivasi. After the events in the Arena, she'd done a little bit of poking around on her own. A little bit of digging. She'd gone so far as to pass a few gold nel to a guard for information. Always dangerous when the guard could decide to toss you in the dungeon as soon as tell you anything, and still keep your coin to add insult to injury. She'd stayed free though, free and given a little information, that concerned her even more.

'I overheard Judge Pavoo Burhan talking about a secret meeting on the evening of Ymiden 40th at The Blacksmith Arms. Why would a bunch of nobles want to meet in a place like that?'

It really wasn't the sort of place that Nobles went. Maybe the young ones who liked to be seen slumming it with their lowtown friends, but a man like Judge Pavoo? Never. And the cloaks had been Burhan blue. There had to be a connection.

Honestly part of Nivasi was annoyed simply because it was so stupid. Maybe there should be an uprising. She did not like the current King or where he was taking Rynmere. She wasn't sure the other nobles would be any better, but you never knew until you tried. Still, they wouldn't get very far doing things like this. Immortals. They'd probably even try and sneak in with hooded cloaks. Like that wouldn't draw the attention of everyone on the damned block. Nobles met all the time, they should have just had the meeting in one of their homes. Then likely no one would have thought anything of it, the guard would have had nothing to tell her and their chances of success would have gone up. But no, they had to play spy. All nobles were good for was attracting attention, not avoiding it.

And so she did know about it. And unwise though it might be, she wanted to know more. It seemed to her that it was more dangerous not to know in this case. This was something that could swoop down and envelop them all. She kept thinking of it as a storm, and she couldn't just look down and hide her head. she had to know where it was coming from if she had any hope of riding it out intact.

She wasn't entirely foolish though, she did not want to go alone. But she knew so few people. Fewer still who she thought might be able to handle themselves if things went wrong. One really. Which was why she was approaching the Blacksmiths.

Vakhanor might deny her, and that would be understandable and fine, but she did not think he would. She was fairly certain he would feel there was a debt owed between them not paid by a single night of drinking and the beach and possibilities not explored.

She entered, the shop was open after all, Vakh was at his forge working. She waited a few moments until she judged her intrusion would not surprise him into hurting himself or damaging his work.

"Vakhanor? I've a favour to ask, if you've a moment to spare."
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Working on one of the many shields sold at Oberyk's shop, Vakhanor was stamping the metal with and intricately designed pattern around the edges and only when he stopped did he realise that his new friend Nivasi had entered and was patiently waiting for him to finish. Why did his friends always try to grab his attention when he was working? or was she actually looking to buy something from the store?

"Hang on," he said, taking a few breaks to complete the decorative intricacies of his works before he could give the fisher-woman his full attention. In his brief experience of her Nivasi had been a woman of mystery, the subtleties of her demeanour were often lost on the Aukari. "What kind of favour you looking for?" he then asked, placing his tools down upon the wooden bench at his side and took a rag to wipe his hands of any loose hanging dirt on his fingers.

Unusual for the woman to show up at all in the absence of needing a fish hook or a nail for her boat, he wondered what one earth could have brought her to him. They had seen little of each other since their pleasant, not really intimate but kind of that way experience with her on the beach and despite the length of time that had passed, much of what she said was still fresh in his mind.

Conscious of his work Vakhanor's eyes shifted toward the several drawings he had made with the intention of practice in making another knife for the store to sell and cursed when he saw that one of the lines looked wrong. One track minded, the smith went over to the bench, took up the eraser and started to rub away the line while hastily shifting his attention back and forth from Nivasi to the picture. "Has it got to do with those blue cloak assholes?" he asked, redrawing the lines. After all this time the smith still hadn't the chance to ask Elyna about the Qe'Draki.
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Nivasi waited patiently as Vakh finished what he was working on. Fish on the line or shield being worked, when you started a job you finished it. She'd not expected him to literally drop everything, it was the work day after all. She frowned slightly at his question. Not because it displeased her, but because the subject itself did. Because the only answer she had to give him was an incomplete one.

"I think so."

The fact that she couldn't even say yes for sure worried her. Knowing precisely where you stood and what was happening around you was how you stayed safe. Maybe no one was safe anymore. Thing were too uncertain.

"After what happened at the Arena, I wanted more information. A guard was.. kind enough to oblige."

Bribing a guard was a a jailable offence, but it had seemed worth it.

"Judge Pavoo Burhan has a secret meeting with other nobles this evening in the Blacksmith Arms. Perhaps they only marry off their children, or discuss the newest trends, but I wonder. A Burhan, when the Qe'Draki wore Burhan blue. A secret meeting, poorly planned and badly hidden away, when the Arena clearly did not go as it was meant to."

She frowned again, shifting her weight uneasily.

"The sort of favour I am looking for then is a dangerous one. It is likely unwise, but I do not like going into what is coming blind. I want to know who is meeting, and what they are meeting about. I intend to be at the Arms tonight. I.."

She paused, a glanced away from him before looking back, clearly uncomfortable. Nivasi could count the times she'd asked for help as an adult on one hand with fingers to spare.

"I wonder if you would come with me? Ideally, they would not know we were there, and there would be no threat but.. Things do not always go as one might hope."

Was that all the information she currently had on the matter? A quick run through in her head told her that yes, it was. She briefly considered telling Vakhanor that he was under no obligation. That he did not owe her. But, she decided, he was an adult. He would know the dangers and he could make the decision himself.
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Mention of the guard arose suspicion in Vakhanor and he narrowed his eyes at her, somewhat sceptical about the request. Given that she had to speak to a guard in order to discover more information with regard to the Qe'draki, Vakhanor evaluated that Nivasi was just as clueless about what was going on as he was. Never in all of his arcs had the smith been afraid of a bit of danger, in the earlier years of his life before Bjorn had been born; he had thrived off of the thrill of being in deadly situations. Fortunate enough not to have died a miserable death, the smith counted his blessings. Whatever danger Nivasi was in, she must have needed help to travel all the way to the forge just to find him. Why had she asked him? They had not been friends long.

"Yeah. Okay," he finally replied and turned away from her to start shutting down the forge. Vakhanor over the past trials had managed to get most of his duties done. Thanks to Elyna being married and Levinia doing immortals knew what; the smith had few visitors interrupting him to request for his time. Ever since Bjorn's death more and more people had been entering his life, stubbornly coming back again and again. He was making friends and he didn't know how to feel about it.

The coals eased into a state of rest and his mind lifted from the calm surrender of work, there was no need to steady himself outside of work and if danger were to occur, calm was not the emotion he would need to draw on. Vakhanor knew little of the Qe'draki other than what he'd learnt during the tournament or as he liked to call it the execution between Baron Malcolm Krome and the Commander. A solemn expression fell upon Vakhanor's face, the same man that had married his only noble friend, Elyna... Burhan. The name rung in his mind, it had been several arcs since the wedding and he'd not found the right time to ask her. Were those two somehow connected to the rebellion?

Sheathed down on the table his longsword lay staring back at him, as ready for war as it had been when he had left for Sirothelle many arcs ago. Grasping the weapon in his fingers, he wondered if a sword would be suspicious in a local tavern and grimaced, he would probably have to wear a coat some description.

“Might need to go shopping,” he said, buckling the sword around his waist “People will smell danger from an Aukari from a mile away.”
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Story: 2/5
Collaboration: 3/ 5 (two posts in a collaborative thread)
Structure: 4/ 5
Knowledge:

Judge Pavoo Burhan: Holding a secret meeting in the Blacksmith's Arms
Nivasi: Suspects the Qe'dreki might have links to Burhan
Drawing: Sometimes it's easier to spot mistakes when you've stopped looking for a while.

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These points may NOT be used for arcana

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General comments. Oh what a shame! This had the makings of a really interesting thread - it's a shame that you didn't try and finish it somehow - maybe forwarding to the Blacksmith's Arms where Vakh listened in on the meeting.
Story Not much to say, really. There isn't really a story here, hence the awarding of 2 points, as per the peer review guide. It's a shame because it had a lot of potential.
Structure I've deducted 1 point as there are a number of spelling/ grammatical mistakes throughout. Each one minor, but they add up to "pull away" the reader from the story. Examples include: "and intricately designed pattern around the edges" rather than "an" also, "he was working? or was" should be a capital letter after the ? Also " wondered what one earth" rather than what "on". Final example is "have to wear a coat some description " should be coat of some description. All easy mistakes to make and things that any one of us might do - but they stand out more in so few words.

As always, please do PM me if you've got any questions. Thanks for updating your CS!
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