[IRP] The Dead One Calls

[Lavi]

The old man shook his head at Paige's question. "I might have heard the name one or twice, but I can't say I know the man. But I'd you are going to look for Laurent, his office is at the town square. The administration building is hard to miss."

Before Paige could inquire further, Cecily interjected. "We also came because we heard that there is to be a festival soon. Did we mistime our visit?"

"Depends on how you think of it, I suppose. The festival was to be next week, but it has been postponed. You will want to ask Laurent about the details," the man answered.

Cecily returned the tanner's gesture with a smile and thanks before turning Paige around so that they could talk privately.

"Would you like to accompany me to the bathhouse? It would fair well to make ourselves presentable first," she suggested, in a low tone as to avoid letting others eavesdrop.

The noble gave Paige fairly stern look to signify the seriousness of her suggestion. Although it is understandable to want to get important, potentially life-or-death matters out of the way first, there are still basic needs to satisfy. Like personal hygiene.

As the two spoke in private, Cecily saw another of their party approach. What was his name? Ewan? Eli? The youngster spoke little throughout the trip, so it was difficult to recall who he was. She raised a hand to usher the youngster close, treating him as she would a child. It is not safe for him to be wandering around on his own. Not only because of his youth, but also the dangers around them. Admittedly, she broke the rule of the latter herself, but Cecily had no intention of voicing such thoughts.

"Stay nearby," she told him sternly.