Anrik found his way back home and "Failed" to tell his father about his encounter with the mercenary and the information he gathered by simply observing and listening. It was true Taber never mentioned where to find Ara, but Anrik did know the history with the lizard folk and slave trade. A normal man would have not noted that Taber's involvement in Ara could simply involve the lizard folk. would Taber have the power to betray Ara if he had not met her through the lizard folk?

Anrik saw Tabers reaction and thought maybe just maybe he made a nice educated guess, and With Taber looking so pissed off Anrik could guess he hit the nail right on the head. He only forgot to tell his father that.
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Ara woke up early in the morning hoping to get a good breakfast before she started the day. Walking into the main room she found everyone else was more of an early bird then her. Ara didn't like sleeping in and because it made her feel like she was missing half the day and it seemed like she and the lizard folk had things in common.

"Good Morning!"

Oozi had walked in with a young girl seemingly Ara's age.
"She claims that her family has ties with us." Oozi told Uven and Ara.
"Whats your name?" Ara asked addressing the girl.

Urturi smiled warmly and got down on one knee.

"I am Urturi of the Qualiente family. A branch from M who serves your father faithfully. I was sent here to protect you and give advice if it was needed." She kept her head down, but inside her heart is put at rest meanwhile for she finally found the princess. She really hoped the king told Ara about her family, otherwise this will be a tad problematic.

Baradakhus had awoken to a blazing migraine, and two bodies sticky with sweat. He looked around and saw the waitress and the host from the bar were on either side of him. "What the fuck did we do?" Baradakhus asked rhetorically before standing up. He looked through the house, that was above the bar, to see if he could find anything to wash himself with. He did. He found a wash basin and water already hot in it. Baradakhus sighed in relief, "Oh, thank god!"

After washing himself, Baradakhus dressed himself in his black armour and sheathed his swords on his back. He looked around the room and noticed that shelves were knocked over, and puddles of...something were almost everywhere. Baradakhus sighed in exasperation. He would never find out what had happened. The man left the messy abode, and started walking towards the lizard-district. Yawning, Baradakhus grabbed a healing potion from his pack and drank it. Shaking his head, the migraine was leaving him slowly. "Fucking hate potions," Baradakhus said to no one, "Works so fast on everyone else, but not on me. Goddamn it, what's wrong with my blood?"

Baradakhus had always wondered that. Where his family came from. He knew his father came from a city in the west, but not more than that. He knew nothing of his mother. And he couldn't ask them because he killed them. Ten minutes later, his head was cleared, his cuts were healed, and he was at the lizard-district. Walking in to where he would find Uven, and most likely Ara, he opened the door and saw the woman that he saw the night before. Laughing, Baradakhus made his way over to Uven. "Hey Uven, guess what?" Baradakhus spoke to the lizard-man with a smile on his face, "I think I got a disease last night. Not sure though," then, getting more serious, smile still on face, "You know, I have a way where we can get Ara back in power...or, um, where the people are in power. I mean, we could go either way. Where I go to the Minister of Justice and kill him, then get Ara back in power, or go to the Minister of Justice, kill him, then instill a democracy in this city. I mean, both ways would work."

Baradakhus didn't care for government. He wasn't ruled by a king, he wasn't a citizen of any town or city. He was a drifter. But the things he didn't like about governments, though, was how long it took for a decision to be made, democracy, or if there was one person in power, dictatorship/hierarchy, "I mean, seriously, I can get the job done. Like, so fast and easy. Off the Minister, run away, maybe go farther east, then come back in a year or two to see how will this city is doing. Because, really, how hard would it be to kill one man?"

Then, Baradakhus realized he probably jinxed himself. Oh well, he didn't believe in the karma, jinx stuff. He called it coincidence.

Ara rushed over to Urturi and pulled her up.
"Rise... there is no need for that... Yes I know who you are now." Ara smiled back taking her hands in hers "It's so great to finally meet you and god knows we need more girls in this group."

"Uven look! A new friend!" she said cheerfully... turning back to Urturi Ara sighed "The bad news is humans like us need to be marked... and its not fun..." turning back to Uven "I'll trust you with that process, Uven... handle her with care please."

When Baradakhus entered Ara smiled at him rather cheerfully... then he opened his mouth she frowned. Something obvioulsy happened that she missed.

"You know... I know my speech was good but I didn't expect it to work so fast... It's a tad suspicious that he's suddenly on board don't you think Uven?"

"He is looking for a quick pay day and a way out of the city." Uven spoke with half confidence before looking over to Baradakhus. He started again, saying "Killing the Minister now would do far more harm then good. It would start with one of his little slavers who have their hands in his pocket taking over and fighting among themselves to do so. During this time, they would quickly be attacking anyone who they even suspect of going against slavery. We are far to small to handle that. For now, it is the slavers we must target, and allies that we must gain."

Uven then looked around, taking a quick peak at what the others were doing. Soon, turning his head back to Baradakhus, he sniffed the man. "You are lucky. It smells as if you have simply been playing around. Maybe a small bit of happy powder was used." Uven grumbled.

Uven finally took the list from Oozi. The numbers seemed to indicate that few slavers were willing to gamble on lizardfolk slaves since he had been part of the uprising. Right now, it seemed, slavers were bringing in huge volumes of tribal elves and foreign humans, with a couple of people trying to trade off dwarves for mine owners to buy. Then Uven saw a name that he recognized right away, Zanderfield, Young Mistress Luna Zanderfield.

Luna, such a nice name for such a cruel and twisted woman. Uven, and most of the lizard district, had come from the farm her father own, freed by her brother. Luna had, according to Oozi's notes on the coming mass slave convention, grown up to be both one of the cruelest and one of the most prominent slave traders of them all. Her brother, Mister Sivan Zanderfield, was the type to remove of risk in the most legal and honorable option that he could find. Uven had yet to have tabs keep on him.

"If you want a kill, Baradakhus..." Uven started, looking at the sheet of leather paper in his hands, "I know just the one. Look for the name Luna Zanderfield. Try to find an enemy of hers, and convince them that taking her out, potentially through your services, would be a good business move. The lizardfolk remember this name and wish it gone."

Urturi observed the newcomer, she gave a start when she recognized him as the man who yelled at her in the alleyway. Uven developed a professional and morbid air around him. Not really knowing what to do, she waits for Uven to tell her what her next objective is. Although she is a tad apprehensive about this....process. She heard her mother went through with it, but she doesn't really talk about it much. She's in the dark with this one. She stood patiently and dutifully beside Ara.

She had heard of Luna before... The women was also known for making brothel women. She would pick them up from other countries promising jobs. It was quiet sad... Of those women who became her father's personal concubine wouldn't even gain the rank of a royal consort. As for the lizard folk, she was the one who liked to turn them into gladiators. It was the reason she was known as the richest women in Eglvor.

Ara didn't blame Uven for wanting to go after the women first... she definitely wasn't small though. Her business was booming. Because Many rich men liked to watch the gladiators that were the next best thing. The survivors would be auctioned off as bodyguards.

"Sound like a good move." Ara commented
Ara noticed Urturi looking at Taber... "Good looking hm?" she asked quietly getting the wrong idea

Urturi looked at Ara with a monotone look on her face. Realising what her face must have looked like her face melted into a cool expression with soft smile. "He is good looking but that's not why I'm staring. I remember him, he yelled and warned me while he appears to be drunk about someone following me," She beams "Why, does the princess fancy him?"

"hm... someone was following you? Did you confront him?... and no... he's not the romantic type... But I will admit I have mixed feelings about him... he's charming but also something about him makes me think he's also dangerous... but... who was following you?" Ara was curious.

"I couldn't really remember but he seemed really familiar. I think i saw him with you when i visited here as a child," Urturi pursed her lips and thought. "He had long hair and he seems to be part of a noble family. Oddly enough, that gentleman over there knows him." Urturi drawled the word gentleman implying the opposite of the word.

Baradakhus had a relieved look on his face, "Thank a god, Uven! And never say, 'maybe a small bit of happy powder,' because it's never just a small bit, it's always a lot. Where did they even get that stuff? I sure as hell know that I don't have any. First time I used it, what, five years ago?, people told me I went hyper-drive killing people...because...I wasn't having intercourse at the time. And...killing makes me happy. Holy fuck, I'm messed up aren't I? I blame it on the fact that I don't know my own history.

"Luna Zanderfield? I got a contract from some mercenary that I killed that said someone put a hit on her. So yeah, I'll do it. After I off her, I'll go to the contact with the contract and then come back here. And the contract is a pretty penny too...a plus!"

Then, turning to Ara, he said, with another one of his charming smiles, "Want to come with me? See me in action? See some blood, see some death? It'll be fun!" and then, "Oh, and the guy that was following this woman here, was Anrik. You know him, don't you Ara?"