#Thread: Instrigator

[displaced-tactician]

The Instigator and the Bad Cop || Morgan and Alm

Tiny sixteen year old Morgan happily trotted up to the tavern in Thurii and paid for a pint of apple juice, cold and from the keg. She looked around searching for her target, or at least a target she thought could get her to her target. They needed Babel. All Morgan knew about her was that she visits the bar once in a while, and that she’s an amazing mercenary leader. 

She and Alm had tried finding out more about her, but couldn’t. They did find out about one of her cohorts who frequented the bar fairly often. Even got a basic description of “Dark hair, green eyes, and a Mercenary Company logo on his shoulder armor”. And even how to initiate a more... friendly conversation with him. She found the target from the bar and smiled.

She looked towards Alm, who stood at the doorway, and gave him an obvious thumbs up. Their plan was for Morgan to interrogate, and if there were any issues Alm would come in and protect her. Or vice versa. Morgan already had Thoron at the ready.

She couldn’t help but trot up to her target’s table and plop down in front of him. She put her apple juice on the table and authoritatively put a deck of playing cards on the table. He was the biggest, meanest, baddest, roughest, toughest, and strongest son of a gun in this tavern. But what interested her was the Mercenary Company emblem on his shoulder. 

“Ed Sigmi.... you son of a b....” Morgan proclaimed loudly, the absolute last word being cut off from the tavern’s noise but obviously spoken. Ed and Morgan soon had their hands grasped in a fierce handshake that Morgan was woefully unprepared for.

“Oww... Okay perhaps not that strong next time.” Morgan complained as she began massaging her right hand. His strength was.... well above hers. And she knew she’d be feeling it for a while. That was her favorite writing hand too.... She’d probably have a big bruise from that.

“Well ya know my name... and ya know my callin’ card. Didn’t expect a young miss like ya ta be cursin’ up like that though. What do ya need?” Ed replied. He looked towards the man in the door.

“Is that stiff over there with ya? Saw the obvious thumbs up from earlier.”  Ed asked, giving a threatening glare towards Alm.

Morgan motioned for Alm to join them.

@rudlm