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Lonán listened to Linde as she explained Kyero might know a bit more. Fate seemed kind as Kyero entered to tell them first, bad news. Okumi, their companion has disappeared, not a sign to be found of her. In the back of his mind he said a prayer to Heresta to aid her survival. Then came the discussion on how to help Kieran by finding the Auction.

Lonán took in the info about the Auction carefully, and how these kinds was run by the slave master of the City. The Identity of the one in Valoc seemed to elude Kyero until his face suddenly turned pale, then explained how the 8 gold bounty, who was an ex member of the Te’i Sai and the slave master might be one and the same. Lonán looked at Kyero. ”You’re absolutely certain it could be him?” he asked, as He explained his reasoning.

In a tactitian’s standpoint, it made sense. If there were multiple heads of a business, cutting off one head would serve no purpose. However, that still left the question of finding out about the Auction, or where it might take place next. Until Kyero posed to him a question that made him raise an eyebrow, putting a hand on his chin as he pondered for a minute or two as he thought about it.

”Working Security at the Carnival deprived me from performing, but I do recall making kids laugh with mimicking certain types of voices..” He thought. He nodded to himself and looked at the others.

”I can fake a noble’s way of speaking, even change my accent if you want me to. The only hole in my disguise is that if an actual Saharan Noble is there and catches sight of my Clan Mark, it’d fall apart quick. I’ll do my best otherwise. What’d you have in mind Kyero?” He asked, agreeing to his part in the process of the now potential plan.