[IRP] Secrets of the Empire

[Swift_Assassin]

Shad continued observing the scene outside. He began piecing things together about the red-head in helping the...person. He began stroking his chin, starting to conclude that he did, indeed, know her. But then another commotion happened. An attempted theft, it would seem. He turned to glance in that direction when utter dread came over him.

He instinctively pulled his hood over his head and quickened his pace, struggling to stay balanced with his "cane". Wolfram kept pace with Shad while Marcus was distracted. Green hair. Blue armor. That voice. It could only be one person. Kalin. Shad turned back and called for Marcus, who ran up to them.

"Kalin?" Wolfram whispered to his nephew. When Shad began moving faster, he wordlessly confirmed his statement. He turned towards Marcus again, who nodded to him. So that was the crazed Ilian they talked about. Ilians had always had a sixth sense when it comes to gold. Wolfram thought.

Shad's entourage entered the tea shop. He quickly looked around and figured out it was Paige. Does she know Kalin is still around? "Marcus, give them our orders. You know what we like." Shad ordered his guard as he hobbled towards Paige with Wolfram at his back.

Wolfram reached out and tugged on the back of Shad's hood, finding it rude and shady to obscure your face in a business establishment. He also loosened his cloak and removed it, preferring to carrying it in his arm. He turned back towards Marcus, who looked at him inquisitively. "Sweetened lemon tea for him, black tea for me," Wolfram informed. Marcus gestured a thank you and turned away from him. "Pup, I'm the one who orders tea for us, not him."

"Oh, huh, really. That's interesting," Shad replied, not even listening to him. He ended up stumbling right into an empty chair, managing to catch himself before it fell back. He got himself back up and moved to a table right next to Paige. "Paige!" Shad called out, interrupting her conversation.

Wolfram just rolled his eyes at this display and tossed his cloak on an empty chair at Shad's table. "I apologize. The reckless pup has been bedridden for a couple days and forgotten his manners," he said, bowing in respect to the group. "I am Wolfram Caron, and this is my nephew, Shadrach Hyperion." He stepped towards the exhausted woman at Paige's table and began to inspect her. "Is she going to be alright? It would probably be best to get her out of those robes and into something lighter. Those robes look better off fending off the harshness of the desert than the heat."