Surveillance At The Soliam

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Islana was a mix of emotions by this point. The young woman had felt an overwhelming sadness at Jiyn's death. There was a sense of; if she hadn't kept investigating Jiyn would still be alive but, at the same time, what she had uncovered was important, still there was that twinge of guilt. Then there was the anger; anger at the assassin, anger at the cult.

With the news of Jiyn's death, came the realization that Hendrick was probably also dead.

What if there was no stopping the cult? What if the sacrifice still happened?

When the young huntress was sent, with Alexis, to surveil the Soliam, she went, no longer caring much about the danger involved, to herself, just wanting to do what was needed to stop it.

When they got close to the area, she quietly said, "I can do surveillance from the trees." Not sure if that was the plan but giving the option.

“Sounds good. I’ll find myself something closer to the ground.”

Alexis was in a somber mood herself. She and Jiyn had not been that close, but he had been a good kid as far as she knew and deserved better, just like Hendrik.

Given how ruthlessly those freaks had attacked everyone potentially on their trail, chances of him being alive were next to nonexistent. But she still wanted to know.

Whether this surveillance would help she had no idea. That cult would probably not spend their evenings dancing naked around the fire; they oughta be more subtle than that. It did beat doing nothing by a long shot, though.

Islana looked around briefly and found a tree that she thought would give her the best view of the area. The biggest problem was that it was winter. Winter meant little to no leaf coverage. Her brown clothes camouflaged her a little but not as much as the other months. Still, the woman climbed quickly, a reasonable distance from the ground, finding a spot with a good vantage point and taking up there. Now, all that was left was the waiting.

Tarmen was still mulling over the information given by Stran. The time since their meeting was a blur since he didn’t get anymore Felfar and so the nightmares had returned. Wasn’t too hard to look busy or at least stay off of His Shiny Excellencies shit list, but he wanted more Felfar.

He also wanted answers. That dream, vision?, whatever, still bothered him as well. Another addition to the list of What the Fuck is going on and he was tired of being tossed around by ‘greater powers’.

So he found himself at this farm. He had gathered that someone being locked up had connections to this place. No mention of a connection to the cult, but it was a good guess with everything else happening. He was hoping for a cellar or hidden entry to a stash, but so far was having no luck and was ready to kick the door in.

‘What the ifrinn?‘

From her hiding space, Alexis‘ eyes followed the very familiar and apparently very agitated form of one Tarmen Frespit.

‘What is he doing here? Don’t tell me he managed to get caught up in this mess?’

Maybe she should approach him - later, certainly not here.

She imagined he would be thrilled to speak with her.

Islana heard something before she saw anything. Letting her body turn carefully, she spotted a man. She couldn't tell what exactly he was doing but for the moment it mattered more if he had company. It took just a moment or two to look around but it seemed as if he was alone. Who was he and what was he doing there?

Not knowing for certain if Alexis spotted him but also not sending any immediate threat, Islana decided to watch, rather than send out a warning signal. As opposed to possibly giving up that this man was being watched.

Unaware of anyone besides himself, Tarmen’s search around the house served to frustrate more than answer. He also knew his time was limited since he didn’t know the schedule of the other workers that lived here.

Looking about, he could pick out a mess of prints. A few soldiers, tons of workers, some kids. He even saw a few animal prints, though these were faded and sparse.

He wasn’t getting any closer to more Felfar. No closer to some blessed peace.

He felt like storming off, giving up for the time and seeing if booze would work again. Groaning at the futility he knew it was to try, he instead chose a nearby cleared stump to rest on. He would wait until a worker arrived to give him some answers.