The capital was abuzz, suffused with new life in the wake of an event that called on members of all four major Guilds. The rumors were quick to move about the strange, demonic energy that had managed to kill multiple people, including a disturbing number of Travelers. In Finweald, the very idea that a Traveler might die was not a foreign concept, but with any degree of permanence?
That thought chilled even the warmest of personalities. Thus, when the woman who broached the topic with him heard confirmation, Jin watched with veiled amusement as her demeanor faltered. "O-oh," she was a young brunette, in her late teens or early twenties, and the sweet smile she wore originally melted into a more nervous expression, feigning politeness. "So it was true..."
"Engorged with virulent mana," he confirmed. He had seen the victim with his own two eyes, and assessed the rapidly growing instability of her inherent magical power with his Investigation mode. Her sluggishness had clued him in to the fact that something was wrong, even as the others hurried to get away. Jin rarely spoke on such things unless prompted, but in this rare situation, he had been thusly prompted. "There was some possibility she might have been saved, but the risks-"
"No, no, that's alright," the girl held up a hand to stop him. Jin had a tendency to take conversations like this too far, and this was no exception. The brutal, surgical nature of his analysis proved a bit too grim for those with weaker constitutions. "I understand. A Traveler really did die in the Expedition."
"Oh yes," he affirmed. "Several, in fact, according to the tallied losses." She shot him a disdainful look, as though he were being rude.
Jin shrugged it off.
"But enough about the Isulus debacle," he referred to the situation without fondness, folding his hands as he took a seat on a bench just outside one of the restaurants in the business district. Many faces sifted through the area around them, myriad voices drowned their conversation to little more than a whisper. "I'm told you're an authority on matters in the city here," he smirked, appealing to her pride.
"I wouldn't call myself an authority," she puffed herself up a bit, "but the information I do manage to gather is definitely worth more than a few kind words..."
"Quid pro quo," he replied, still smirking. "You got my information."
"You should be a bit more frugal with what you know," the woman chided. "I made no offers, and you freely gave it to me. As far as I'm concerned, it was a charitable gesture. I don't owe you anything. However, I'd be willing to part with something for the small price of, say, three silvers...?"
"A snake is still a snake, no matter how well she does her makeup," Jin's smirk became tighter, but he held his composure.
"Should I take that as a compliment?" she asked.
"Takes one to know one," he conceded. "I'll pay you two silvers and not a copper more."
"Are you certain you're in a position to negotiate?" she smiled wryly, triumphant.
"I'm being generous," his eyes became darker, his expression neutral as he watched her, unblinking. "There are other information dealers in this city, and the general population isn't likely to miss one."
She frowned. "That sort of attitude isn't winning you any points with me, sir," she narrowed her eyes and leaned closer. "And you're not the only one in this city who can make that kind of threat." As if prompted by her words, several eyes in the crowd moved toward Jin, and he was acutely aware that he had become the center of some very unwanted attention. Coolly, he raised both hands and stood.
"I see now that I've made a mistake." He closed his eyes and bowed slightly in deference. "It won't happen again."
"See that it doesn't," she smiled, the same warm expression she had led with. "I don't want to see your face on my side of town again. Now get out of here, before-"
Jin held up a hand as he turned to leave. "That won't be necessary," he said, "I'm not the type who likes trouble."
That thought chilled even the warmest of personalities. Thus, when the woman who broached the topic with him heard confirmation, Jin watched with veiled amusement as her demeanor faltered. "O-oh," she was a young brunette, in her late teens or early twenties, and the sweet smile she wore originally melted into a more nervous expression, feigning politeness. "So it was true..."
"Engorged with virulent mana," he confirmed. He had seen the victim with his own two eyes, and assessed the rapidly growing instability of her inherent magical power with his Investigation mode. Her sluggishness had clued him in to the fact that something was wrong, even as the others hurried to get away. Jin rarely spoke on such things unless prompted, but in this rare situation, he had been thusly prompted. "There was some possibility she might have been saved, but the risks-"
"No, no, that's alright," the girl held up a hand to stop him. Jin had a tendency to take conversations like this too far, and this was no exception. The brutal, surgical nature of his analysis proved a bit too grim for those with weaker constitutions. "I understand. A Traveler really did die in the Expedition."
"Oh yes," he affirmed. "Several, in fact, according to the tallied losses." She shot him a disdainful look, as though he were being rude.
Jin shrugged it off.
"But enough about the Isulus debacle," he referred to the situation without fondness, folding his hands as he took a seat on a bench just outside one of the restaurants in the business district. Many faces sifted through the area around them, myriad voices drowned their conversation to little more than a whisper. "I'm told you're an authority on matters in the city here," he smirked, appealing to her pride.
"I wouldn't call myself an authority," she puffed herself up a bit, "but the information I do manage to gather is definitely worth more than a few kind words..."
"Quid pro quo," he replied, still smirking. "You got my information."
"You should be a bit more frugal with what you know," the woman chided. "I made no offers, and you freely gave it to me. As far as I'm concerned, it was a charitable gesture. I don't owe you anything. However, I'd be willing to part with something for the small price of, say, three silvers...?"
"A snake is still a snake, no matter how well she does her makeup," Jin's smirk became tighter, but he held his composure.
"Should I take that as a compliment?" she asked.
"Takes one to know one," he conceded. "I'll pay you two silvers and not a copper more."
"Are you certain you're in a position to negotiate?" she smiled wryly, triumphant.
"I'm being generous," his eyes became darker, his expression neutral as he watched her, unblinking. "There are other information dealers in this city, and the general population isn't likely to miss one."
She frowned. "That sort of attitude isn't winning you any points with me, sir," she narrowed her eyes and leaned closer. "And you're not the only one in this city who can make that kind of threat." As if prompted by her words, several eyes in the crowd moved toward Jin, and he was acutely aware that he had become the center of some very unwanted attention. Coolly, he raised both hands and stood.
"I see now that I've made a mistake." He closed his eyes and bowed slightly in deference. "It won't happen again."
"See that it doesn't," she smiled, the same warm expression she had led with. "I don't want to see your face on my side of town again. Now get out of here, before-"
Jin held up a hand as he turned to leave. "That won't be necessary," he said, "I'm not the type who likes trouble."
