saw that Falcan had already located his man sitting alone by a table at the back.
"No welcoming words?" Grandon asked with a hint of a smart ass in his voice. Falcan was quiet and visibly calculating the scenario in his head. Without a warning he started to stroll towards Raviala's table. Grandon glanced at Jeffrey -- who gave a sullen look back -- and then hurried after Falcan. It was too late to stop him now and it annoyed Grandon. He hated surprises. Being experienced with delicate situations, however, he kept observing the surroundings forcing his mind to plan an escape route as a first priority.
"I was wondering if you'd ever pay me a visit", Raviala said almost whispering. His dark, forced smile vanished as he let his gaze fall nervously. "I was wondering if you had forgotten your old friend."
"You haven't exactly made it easy for me to contact you", Falcan stated standing straight like a tower in front of the table.
"No -- I suppose not", Raviala replied with a warm, almost relieved tone. "But now you are here. Please, sit."
Falcan sat keeping his eye on the target. Grandon saw that their leader had already started to re-evaluate his previous friendships. This made him even more annoyed. But he sat, too, with Jeffrey who had quietly appeared behind them.
"Why do you wear such rags?" Raviala enquired. "I heared that you were a high military leader appointed by our beloved King himself. This sort of outfit cannot be appropriate for your rank."
"We are here for information -- old friend", Falcan said calmly, ignoring his acquintance's feeble attempts for small talk. "Now, for what I've heard, you have roamed the lowest ditches and darkest estates from here to Baraganda. Given your curious personality you are not only bound to have the information I require but to already know of what I'm talking about."
This seemed to light up a spark in Raviala because he started to chuckle grimly. For a second his nervousness was only barely visible. "You always were the sharp one, Hayes. And you never stopped even just for a moment to think wether you should say something or not." Raviala sipped his drink.
"You are indeed right. I do indeed have the information you are looking for. It's not pleasant for the ears, though. And I didn't exactly acquire this information." Raviala turned his head down. It looked like he was smiling sadly.
"What do you mean?" Falcan insisted.
Raviala was quiet as if he was immersed in thoughts. Falcan was about to ask again when
"No welcoming words?" Grandon asked with a hint of a smart ass in his voice. Falcan was quiet and visibly calculating the scenario in his head. Without a warning he started to stroll towards Raviala's table. Grandon glanced at Jeffrey -- who gave a sullen look back -- and then hurried after Falcan. It was too late to stop him now and it annoyed Grandon. He hated surprises. Being experienced with delicate situations, however, he kept observing the surroundings forcing his mind to plan an escape route as a first priority.
"I was wondering if you'd ever pay me a visit", Raviala said almost whispering. His dark, forced smile vanished as he let his gaze fall nervously. "I was wondering if you had forgotten your old friend."
"You haven't exactly made it easy for me to contact you", Falcan stated standing straight like a tower in front of the table.
"No -- I suppose not", Raviala replied with a warm, almost relieved tone. "But now you are here. Please, sit."
Falcan sat keeping his eye on the target. Grandon saw that their leader had already started to re-evaluate his previous friendships. This made him even more annoyed. But he sat, too, with Jeffrey who had quietly appeared behind them.
"Why do you wear such rags?" Raviala enquired. "I heared that you were a high military leader appointed by our beloved King himself. This sort of outfit cannot be appropriate for your rank."
"We are here for information -- old friend", Falcan said calmly, ignoring his acquintance's feeble attempts for small talk. "Now, for what I've heard, you have roamed the lowest ditches and darkest estates from here to Baraganda. Given your curious personality you are not only bound to have the information I require but to already know of what I'm talking about."
This seemed to light up a spark in Raviala because he started to chuckle grimly. For a second his nervousness was only barely visible. "You always were the sharp one, Hayes. And you never stopped even just for a moment to think wether you should say something or not." Raviala sipped his drink.
"You are indeed right. I do indeed have the information you are looking for. It's not pleasant for the ears, though. And I didn't exactly acquire this information." Raviala turned his head down. It looked like he was smiling sadly.
"What do you mean?" Falcan insisted.
Raviala was quiet as if he was immersed in thoughts. Falcan was about to ask again when
