Syn pauses at her confusion, debating whether or not to explain, before the declaration about the barracks.
"Alright then, lead the way Korinna."

Bekkah frowns.

"Well, that's a damn cunning plan. Still, 15 gold's all I have to my name right now. I'd like to make sure I can get a meal and a bed later, on the off chance things go sideways. You sure you can't cut me a deal, for the sake of sisterhood? I imagine we'd tweak a lot of noses going far as a pair of women."

Ravian wrote:

Kirnan and John were doing some target practice on the training field when the two hear a pair of Houndkin warriors watching from a short distance passing a skin of what they could smell was wine even from here. 
"Huh, what are these then Polk?" one of the warriors asked the other, slurring slightly.
"Don't look like us, don't look like boars, Valk" the other one replied. "Must be some sellswords."
The one that was apparently Valk scoffed "Can't be sellswords. Only one sword between 'em and it's a skinny curvy thing. Naw, these are some sell'bows' right here."
Polk spat at the ground. "Hate bloody archers. Don't fight fair, acting like damned elves they is."

Valk laughed and called over "Oi! You lot Elves? You gonna throw your little sticks at us and then bugger some deer?" The too laughed at what they evidently considered a clever jest in their intoxicated state.

Kirnan looks at John before shrugging and giving the pair a rude gesture.  "Better a deer than being some pigfucking dirtfarmer like your fathers obviously were.  Or did your mothers not ask for names first?"

Surri seemed to start shaking her head, before a thought occurred to her, and she reached her hand out to shake Bekkah's saying "Alright then, 10 gold up front. Sounds like a fair deal."

With that, Bekkah suddenly noticed that the other two partnerless sell-swords started striding forward towards them, Surri began to smirk before suddenly the two began to crowd around Bekkah.

"My dear lady, I do believe we've yet to meet. Allow me to make your acquaintance. Orangelo Joyeaux of Coombe View, duelist extraordinaire." the man's feathered hat bobbed about as he bowed to one knee. "I do believe that you've very nearly found yourself the victim of a dreadfully deleterious deal by this dastardly duergar dame. You see there's really no such reason for you to waste your own hard-earned gold for the services of a partner when you can simply call upon my aid, freely offered."

"Oh sod off ya poof!" the ravencloaked man shoved Joyeaux out of the way "Brastus of Luno, I throw knives. Now that introductions are out of the way I'm, only going to say this once. You want to lose your money to a gold tapper, you pick her, you want to clean up a rosewater scented corpse on the arena floor, you pick him, you want to win, you do what I say and we both stroll out the victors."

Surri growls at the two of them "Back yourselves off, we've got an agreement already formed here."

"At a perniciously unpleasant premium primed in your own parsimonious and pompous preconception!" Joyeaux retorted.
Brastus took a moment to understand exactly what he had said before snorting "In so many words, the poof's got a point for once. We both saw your undersell technique there, Surri, think we're going to come in a bid you up for your services, now you're just pissed because we realized this one's a better opportunity."

He pointed a thumb at Bekkah as the three turned to face her, waiting expectantly for her response.

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Rossier considered for a moment, "Now that you mention it, I do believe I did notice her. I think she was taking her cart over to the marketplace last I checked. Elanna, perhaps you could accompany the brother on his way?"

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Valk took a long drink from the wine skin before throwing it to the ground in disgust. "You say something to us, sellsword? You've got the nerve? To come to our land, enter our tournament, and then insult us for the privilege? Oy, Polk! I think these two want to start the tournament early. What do you think?" The two get up, their shields already in hand, fingering the hilts of their swords.

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Ceremus smiled, "Yes, the Bannor have been good to our people. Before them the land we stand upon today was plagued by orcs on a near regular basis. Now we have festivals. An improvement I'm sure we would all agree."

Aelle gave a slight scoff, to which Ceremus frowned. "You have an objection to the peace, Chieftain?"

The tattooed lord took a drink from his horn and feigned surprise. "Oh, no nothing at all. I'm in total agreement, the Bannor have had made great progress against the Orcish threat and I'm sure we're all grateful, especially given all the attention they've directed towards the singular issue."

"Chief Aelle, I'm sure there are other times to bring this up..." Diviner Orol spoke up to the chief.

Aelle shrugged. "There may be, forgive me my impatience, I suppose I'm overeager to deal with the threat on my own doorstep when everyone's always talking about the Orcs this and the Orcs that, one would almost think that the Straights of Wrath were not also on our borders."

He turns to Syndari "Have you ever fought a Beastman, My lady? People talk about the savagery of orcs, and I certainly agree that there are a lot of them. But one-on-one? Give me an Orc any day. Because they're Bhall's creatures, they'll fight like a fire, and they don't fear death, but that's as much a blessing as a curse, because that bravado makes them stupid. That's not how to Doviello fight though. They fight to survive. People think that'll make them easier, that they'll turn tail if things look bad. But that's not how it works. They're all just as terrified of looking weak to their pack mates, afraid that any sign of weakness will mark them next for death. So something happens to them, they get a look in their eyes like a cornered animal, that only one of you is getting out of the fight, and they'll do everything, and I mean everything, in their power to make sure its them."

Aelle makes a broad gesture to the North. "And every winter when they get hungry and desperate enough they stream across the Straits of Wrath like the Age of Ice never ended, and it's Boar Kin that are the ones in their way, as our able bodied men get drafted to fight Orcs to keep Ox Kin, or Hound Kin safe."

He takes another long drink from his horn. "But as Orol has said, there are better times to discuss such matters, are there not lady Syndari?"

Miles completely ignores his escort and walks the short distance to the marketplace, looking for the Sister.