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"So, how did an old goat like you end up here?"

"Baa, good fortune and fair 'mount a' diplomacy."

Down in a shady recession in the camp a shady man garbed in a dark trench coat and bowler hat conversed with a short white furred anthropomorphic goat person. The shady man was none other than Red Eduard, a man who keeps to secrecy lest he go down in infamy.


"So..." Eduard laid his suitcase flat atop the goat man's stall, paying little care to the trader's wares which earned him a growl of discontent from the salesgoat. His eyes scanned over a set of glass vials and tools to a side, a set he had spied since he had arrived. "What will you take for those glass containers?"

"Baa, that alchemy kit'll cost 'ya a solid fifty gold pieces." The goat's eyes narrowed.


Eduard knew well enough that the glass kit wasn't worth more than thirty given their workmanship. He might of haggled the price but at the moment he could feel an old and... somewhat familiar power eminating from someone within the camp grounds. He looked away to see who this strange feeling might belong to but as he diverted his attention the trader gave a loud clearing of his throat.

"Ah yes, the transaction." Eduard halfheartedly responded to the goat's bid for attention. Not really concerned with gold to pass up an opportunity to investigate this potential opportunity he absentmindedly reached into his suitcase and pulled out a small sack of coins of much variety.


"Here, keep the change." He dropped the bag on the stand top in front of the goat man before taking the rack of glass vials and other mixing tools, scooping them into his magic bag within the case. Before the trader could confirm if the amount of money he gave him was sufficient Eduard was off to investigate the anomaly.

Walking as his eyes scanned the area he saw the group of crusaders set up in the center. They were not the source of the power which had seemed to drop off quite quickly. Turning a corner he spied a woman with feline components conversing with a man clad in armor underneath a cloak.


Rather than approach unprovoked he continued on past. He'd keep an eye on them but he figured it would suit him better to know more about them than they did about him. Until such a time where they'd warrant more of his interest he'd simply watch, keeping a general eye on the lady to see perhaps what she might be seeking. Having a common pursuit is a most marvelous means of making an introduction after all.