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Roith gazed at the mass of humanity before him with a look of amazed disbelief. Never in all his wildest dreams had he imagined a city as packed, as noisy, and alive as the Knife's Edge. The streets were a churning sea of people, animals, and carts, one could barely hear themselves think let alone navigate these strange narrows and back alleys. Despite his best efforts, his every attempt to cross this perilous river of bodies had only ended in slowly being jostled and shoved back toward the figurative shore. He had no idea how anyone could live in a place like this, and wrinkled his nose as a particularly pungent merchant passed his spot against the nearest brick wall. The smell didn't help, but at least the air was balmy and cool against his skin.
Unfortunately Roith was not here to sight see, his eyes narrowed as he remembered his reason for subjecting himself to this crush of people. Gaelyn Erdman, a fellow warrior and bandit, was in the hands of the Imperial Guard. By the time they noticed he was gone, they had had him for three days. Roith felt a muscle in his jaw twitch as he thought about the tortures they'd probably already subjected him to. The Imperial Guard had some of the very best torturers at their disposal. Sick bastards. It was too late to save Gaelyn, a bandit group as small as The Green Blades could never hope to break into The Knife's Edge prison and rescue a comrade, but they were running out of time if they hoped to save Gaelyn's family. The Green Blades were already safe, as soon as they had learned of Gaelyn's abduction they had packed up and abandoned their old hideout.
Boris, the leader of The Green Blades, had pulled Roith aside that very night to outline his new assignment. As the head honcho Boris was privilege to information about every member of the Green Blades that was kept secret from the other members. Every Green Blade referred to each other using code names, and was never to share any personal information that could be used to hunt them or their families down. It was safer that way, and meant for situations such as this. This way when they eventually do break Gaelyn, if they haven't already, all he can give them is the location of an abandoned hideout and code names. Boris had all the information regarding each individual so that in case of death, a members remaining family can be notified and his earnings distributed among his relatives. Of course, being privy to such knowledge also has its dangers, which probably explains the poison pills Boris always has on his person.
In any case, Roith was instructed to ride fast to Knife's Edge and get Gaelyn's Wife and Son outside the city as soon as possible. The Imperial Guard was not, by any means, above taking in a criminal's family for "Interrogation" when their victim's were not cooperative. Which has led Roith to his current dilemma. "How in the hells am I supposed to find two people in a city the size of a small fiefdom?!" Roith fumed inwardly, and leveled a glare at a man eying him just a bit TOO curiously. "Probably thinks’ I’m an easy mark." With a sigh, Roith once again presses into the crowd. "Perhaps the local Trade Guilds would know where to find Gaelyn's family, Boris did say Gaelyn was a carver on the side..."
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