Of Honor and Infamy
Eighteenth Day of Ikomi-hamba (Ikomi Descendant) 1348 A. L. (After Landfall)
Fine as the wine of Zaia's conjuring may be there are some talks that could well do without the fire in the wine. So it is with a pitcher of clear
sage water that you await Neios for a talk that evening. If anything the unwavering magelight that you had asked Inge to conjure for the hour only makes it all the more clear how ill fortune had dealt with him in these last few days. While you had not wished to pry, much less to spy upon the man, what little account he had given of his doings in the city made it clear that he sought to ingratiate himself with those nobles of Orinilu who had bonds of trade and perhaps even of blood with his homeland. Alas he had found no kinship...
"I hope I do not misjudge you, my lord," he begins stiffly, then much to your further mystification adds, "Whatever rumors you have heard from that scoundrel Ukuju or his ilk, know that they are not true and that it was he and not I who overstepped the bounds of decency."
"Ah... you have me at a disadvantage, my lord." Between keeping the construction on schedule, the men training and Zaia setting the roof of his workshop on fire, for a good cause though the latter might be, you are about as well-informed on the rumors of Orinilu as you are on those of lost Rouen. "I do not know of what rumors you speak."
"Ah, to be an exile by choice and not by the cruel hand of fate," he sighs and had he sounded less dejected you might have taken it amiss. "I might as well tell you the truth before you hear his lies."
You nod cautiously and settle back to listen to the tale.
"Over the winter-descent it seemed to me that I had much in common with the captain and had found in him a sympathetic ear. He claimed that he too had come into his inheritance young and under a cloud of ill fortune, that he had suffered the depredation of thieves and the blades of murderers. Also he knows the tongue of my people, of the Nokuma, and speaks it with grace that belies his treacherous heart. He trades often in the east, he claimed, and that much I believe for I have heard it from other tongues than his. There was talk of offering me a loan upon my word that I would thus repay it once home and in possession again of my family's fortune..."
You might have asked it of us, you wish to say but you do not, for there is a part of you that understands that he might not wish to be indebted to the same strangers who had saved his life for every bite of bread and every scrap of cloth on his body.
"He wanted something from me. He knew I was skilled with a sword and..." a look of revulsion twists Neios' otherwise handsome features. "He wanted to make me a killer for hire. He asked me in so many words to provoke a duel with one of his rivals and in that duel slay the man. Ukuju even had the finery ready for the task so that the man would be more likely to respond to insult with a challenge."
Now, alas, you can well guess where this is going and unless he is a much better liar than you give him credit for you suspect Neios is saying nothing but the truth.
"I refused of course and named him the craven schemer that such a proposal showed him to be and so to his even greater dishonor the captain had two of his thugs toss me out like a beggar onto the streets and later I heard that he had been spreading tales claiming I had tried to steal from his home. I tried defending myself, but what worth is the word of a penniless foreigner beside a rich and 'upright' Captain of the League? No doubt by now he is looking for another to be his bloody sword. Why, I would wager he would even ask you to do the deed without a shred of shame." He cuts himself off, an almost fevered light in his eye. "That is it, if he would do that with others who might confirm the tale in earshot perhaps unknown to him then he might be revealed for the scoundrel that he is and my reputation would be saved." He sighs again, this time more deeply. "Oh, but I cannot ask that of you when you have already done so much for me."
What do you reply?
[] Offer to set a trap for Ukuju to rehabilitate Neios' reputation, between the cunning of Antonio and Esha you are sure you can find a way to do it
[] Enough is enough, offer him a loan (Diplomacy DC 19)
-[] Write in sum
[] Write in
OOC: Sorry for linking the big page for the Sage Water, all the other links I could find to it online to just that beverage were modern.