"THERE you are you damn teuf!" The brightly dressed dandy of a young lord stomped over to Kormwind X and his party. Shoving a piece of paper in his hand, the dandy turns to storm off. "Drink with your reprobates later, get those supplies NOW!"
The note read, however, --My father's plotting to kill you, please flee town and stay safe.-- -- Anon Guest
There's fighting words, killing words, and fight-for-your-life words. Of the three 'teuf' is usually a clear signal that someone's going to die. The Hellkin in question will fight tooth and nail to make sure it isn't them.
That was why Kormwind Arachis Felbourne Whitekeep, tenth of his name, (Dex to his friends) was ready to throw the speaker through the nearest solid object. He wasn't armed and, thanks to his father, he didn't need to be. Those around him knew a defensive stance and gave their friend room.
The speaker was also unarmed, and not balling their fists for battle. all they had in their hands was an ordinary piece of paper, which this individual slapped into Dex's palm. "Drink with your buddies later. Get those supplies now!" It was in that exact second that Dex recognised Marchess Xylpherr. Heavily disguised as a young and arrogant merchant. She even had the pathetic facial fuzz going.
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