37th of Fall, 512AV
Ah, Zeltiva. Sometimes, it never got old. Where simple gossip could end up laying the groundwork for something much less savory than a delightful romp on the Cerulean Pier. The story about the Lord of Council's little relationship with an unknown sailor was already making waves in the city. Where some simply saw a saucy tale, however, others saw opportunity. Ignotus Everto knew what could be done with a few scraps of information, a little creativity, and a silver tongue. Or silver. One or the other.
Ignotus Everto was a man with a plan. Unfortunately, that plan hinged on something he didn't have: the identity of Maria's paramour. This, however, could be fixed. A son that, while bumbling, somehow managed to continually prove his use happened to have a certain apprentice that, hopefully, had the skills he lacked. There wasn't much to go on other than the rather predatory way the poor artist had been approached.
Naturally, a meeting was in order. Hiring a word runner was easy enough, as was writing an invitation. A request to come to the Kelp Bar and a promise of mizas was usually enough for most, and a walking corpse was often easy to find in a bar. As such, Ignotus took no pains to disguise his identity as a Nuit today, and while a few fellows tossed him uncomfortable looks, for the most part, he was left alone.
After all, someone who was so kind to orphans had to be human, even if he was dead. Of course, most humans didn't wait in a splintery seat, on one side of a round, worn wooden table, in the middle of a crowded bar for a girl of dubious moral leanings to arrive, but who bothered with trifling details any more?
OOCGale gave permission for that small bit of information to be wrung out of the loveable little guy. If a thread is preferred to cement knowledge of Runo, just PM me and I'll be happy to oblige.
Ignotus Everto was a man with a plan. Unfortunately, that plan hinged on something he didn't have: the identity of Maria's paramour. This, however, could be fixed. A son that, while bumbling, somehow managed to continually prove his use happened to have a certain apprentice that, hopefully, had the skills he lacked. There wasn't much to go on other than the rather predatory way the poor artist had been approached.
Naturally, a meeting was in order. Hiring a word runner was easy enough, as was writing an invitation. A request to come to the Kelp Bar and a promise of mizas was usually enough for most, and a walking corpse was often easy to find in a bar. As such, Ignotus took no pains to disguise his identity as a Nuit today, and while a few fellows tossed him uncomfortable looks, for the most part, he was left alone.
After all, someone who was so kind to orphans had to be human, even if he was dead. Of course, most humans didn't wait in a splintery seat, on one side of a round, worn wooden table, in the middle of a crowded bar for a girl of dubious moral leanings to arrive, but who bothered with trifling details any more?
OOCGale gave permission for that small bit of information to be wrung out of the loveable little guy. If a thread is preferred to cement knowledge of Runo, just PM me and I'll be happy to oblige.
