Master Sadir’s

Wim had reverted to a bit of his old behaviors while at the keep. He laid low and stayed out of the way and made good use of the kitchen and flirted with the maids. It was better than having someone try to kill you or to have Sir Zane barking orders at you. It did not take long till Wim found himself standing in front of the knight.
He had been summonsed and dispatched to find out what Master Sadir and his people knew about what was going on.

So with a light sword was strapped to Wim’s hip and swung it as he walked. One of the keeps goon squad walked as his escort on his left. Wim did not mind the company, through the man was not one for conversation beyond monosyllable words, grunts, and pointing. Even with those limitations, the man was good with a sword.

Wim knew the offices that they were going to having been doing some book work for Master Sadir. Wim was learning that having coins in your pockets did not mean you were making money, At least till all the bills were paid. He liked to skip that step as it maximized one’s profits. Wim walked in with some looks. Word of the deaths had made it there.

Wim went and knocked on Master Sadir’s door.
Hearing his “partner’s” voice, he entered slinking into a padded chair.
After greetings and the appropriate business assessment of what transpired at the brewery, Wim got to Sir Zane’s business.

“Master Sadir, have you heard about any strange activity at the logging camps or around town? It seems there is a new drug making it’s way through the town and other things are afoot. Sir Zane even ordered me to ask you nicely for help,” he said smiling though his tone indicated some displeasure.

Wim admired Master Sabir’s focused approach to things. He admired his network of informants. He admired his ability to turn a profit. There were things about the man that Wim disliked, mostly the stuff that reminded him of his father.

Wim popped a medicine from the apothecary to help him deal with the vials. It tasted like black licorice with something bitter added to it. It made Wim pucker his face, but it was helping as everything he thought about the vials, he popped one of these in his mouth and started to suck on it.