Crimbs

Enn 398

It was a fairly typical evening at the Red Slipper. After the whole deal with the infectious disease in Ivras, it’d been quiet for a bit. But slowly the usual banter, dealings and gossips had filled the bar again. Enn had started to make appearances too, prompted by the people around him to stop constantly trying to catch up on work. The Mar wouldn’t feed itself, but Enn also didn’t have to do everything on his own.

With mostly everyone back up and working, Enn too could come downstairs to play a game or two. Maybe even invite some interesting people to join.

The Slipper was housed in a building deep in the Mar, on the edge near the waters. The river led into the docks nearby, and the Mar itself was a maze unless you had one of Enn’s cards. Which he would helpfully add to any letters he sent out.

When you dealt in the less-than-legal, you didn’t go about shaking hands and introducing yourself to every single person you had some gossip on. You had to make sure you weren’t, well, köpa grisen I säcken, as Enn had unhelpfully explained to the person asking him about the letter he’d sent to the Mithwyr family youngest. He was just curious, really, his informants had been giving him details he wanted to see for himself. It was good to have your options open, to make sure if one of your weapons-dealers got apprehended, that there would be another. And he was always, always interested in artifacts of any kind.

The letter he’d sent out hadn’t given any specific time. Just that Yorro Mithwyr was invited for an evening at the Red Slipper, signed by one “N”. He could join a card game, or perhaps drinking was more of his way of doing business. Enn would be fine with it.

Slowly the bar, clad in dark woods with red accents filled up with the smoke from various cigars and cigarettes, one obviously smoked by Enn.  He wore a black outfit, the vest of it lined in red, and his gloves in the same red leather. While engrossed in his game of cards, his eyes were on the door of the bar all the same. Not so much because he expected anyone, but because he knew everyone who entered.

And if he didn’t, they had to be checked out.

Yorro 494

There was something alluring about the tight twisting alleyway of the Mar, relatively nearby his own junkheap of a wharf. The small passages, ever darker the deeper one went into the maze, a good place to dip from any patrols or pursuers..the walls, windows and occasional door lined with some fanciful metalwork, both for show and practicality. If Yorro wasn't born of his parents wealth and decadence, he'd choose this place as home. Surely, it also held like minded individuals, mages, anyone with a reason to hide, yet he didn't find the crime in the area openly violent either. Meaning the folks of the underbelly were of the intelligent variety. Such an idea could be attributed to the landlord of the area, some person signed 'N' on the invitation.

 Yorro would hardly need the card, he'd heard of the Red Slipper, though the disenchanted son of the Mithwyr's hardly had the time nor reason to tread into the territory of another. This invitation happened to break that habit, and he'd think briefly that his father would not be pleased. It would bring a smile to his lips, damned crotchety bastard could use more reasons to push him away. Not like the old man had much say. One thing he could be sure of was the grouping of three ghosts that tailed him. He'd have to ditch them for better or worse before paying his respects to the invitation. Fortunately his magic was handy in this and as the man turned the handle of the Slipper he was well enough alone.

 As he stepped through the entryway to the interior doorway he would light a cheap cigarette from his pocket. Let his poison of a smoke mingle like he planned. Inside he would partake of the cracked cement and brick walls, the velvet couches and the wall of alcohol bottles. His kind of smoke filled establishment, if only shy of bar girls. His own attire was not the open chested jacked he often spotted at the south docks, something more appropriate for dealings with other more high profile folks. 

He bore a navy colored, silk shirt under a dark black, flower embroidered vest. The threads with a silver metallic shimmer in most light, though in the dimness of the Slipper it would hardly shine. Near white trousers tucked into black leather boots, which of his entire outfit seemed to have seen better days, but they served his needs well enough. On his left ear there was a tarnished silver ear cuff, accented the pointed edges.

Yorro would scan the room for the most remarkable person, taking the appearance of the card, the bar, and the clothes of a man seated at a nearby table. That must be the host, both with the group of people and his attire matching the aesthetic. Enns' table would be approached and he'd have the mind to wait for some manner of invitation to sit. "'N', I take it?"

Jura 511

All manners of people drifted in and out of the Slipper at all times of day- for business or pleasure of some sort- Shady or not. His boss had many connections all through Faline after all and Jura himself made no aims to step in on any of that. He was more than happy to be somewhere nearby, lingering with his back against the brick wall and his leather wrapped arms crossed over his chest.

Presently the rogue was dressed in a crimson suit vest with embroidered roses of a similar hue, something that Jura felt complimented the colors of the bar. The rest of his outfit consisted of loose  black leather pants with red cloth lining the inner thighs. This was also emblazoned with roses as was his plain black hood. Multiple black belts covered his midsection and slimmed his shape- those accented with silver brads and chains.  He wore a mask of black and gold beneath the shadow of the hood.

There was a good line sight between him and the ornate wood front doors of the Slipper. As well as where Enn was seated with a game of cards unfolded before him and a few other select guests.

Jura hadn't exactly been told to keep an eye on things but here he was observing all the same in the awfully smoky and crowded bar. Masked features hiding what he was looking at or any scowls that might pop up on his face at the sight of rowdy patrons and peasants alike. Trying to keep himself level headed despite all the scents that assaulted his nose and lungs and frankly failing in some ways. Smoke, the worst of them all, hung heavily in the room. Ever supplied by many lit cigars and cigarettes. Clinging tenaciously to everything considering the lack of circulation in the area. Heavily  laced with the acrid scent of too warm bodies and the sharp tang of alcohol.

Discreetly he lifted a thick cloth to his masked face to cough. Quietly and muffled well by the many layers he wore over his face. He'd stuffed a few sprigs of tarragon into his mask before heading to the bar an hour ago, in some attempt to stave off the smell of unwashed bodies- but now it seemed to do him more harm than good. A lingering sense of nausea creeping into his gut.

Jura considered slipping out through the door closest to him, to seek out some fresh air and quiet in another room or plainly to leave for the outside entirely. Or so he had debated over until those ornate front doors opened and a familiar face presented himself. Dressed more tactfully than the first time the rogue had met him but still looking as much of a crude beast as he had that morning. Disgusting cigarette in his mouth and headed straight across the room towards Enn.

Unsure of what was happening and not wanting to intrude on any business, he pushed himself away from the wall and slowly approached the table through the crowd.

Enn 256

He knew this wasn’t Jura’s ideal environment. Couldn’t make Enn stop smoking though, and even if he did, would it matter? It was such a common habit of the people in bars. He wasn’t keeping Jura here either, if he didn’t want to be there. But he had thrown the thief a few appreciative words when he’d come in with the outfit, matching Enn’s décor, and whenever their gazes seemed to cross (hard to tell with that mask), Enn had made sure to throw him a grin. It was a fun little game, and Jura was almost easier to embarrass than Enn himself.

The man’s bright red eye was on Yorro the moment he stepped in, the attire instantly betraying he wasn’t from here. It looked nice on him though, Enn noticing wasn’t a complaint. He’d heard many things, and maybe Speckne hadn’t been entirely fair on young Yorro when he’d said something about him needing to put some clothes on.

Even better when he walked over to Enn’s table on his own, though Enn got up out of politeness regardless. “Sir Mithwyr, I assume? You may be the first of your family I get to welcome to the Mar, but welcome you are all the same. Take a seat, join us for a game,” he offered, his eyes locking on Jura as he approached the table.

Thinking absolutely nothing of it, he waved the man down towards them.

“Jura, could you get the table a new bottle of rum? Anything else you’d rather have, Yorro?”

Yorro 269
The rogue from the warehouse had Yorros' eye briefly as he'd accepted the offer to take a seat, not hard to miss someone his height and so boldly dressed, even if the drapes were different now. It didn't surprise him, suspecting he'd see plenty more.

Enn would get a brief respectful bow of his head as he slid into the free seat at the edge of the booth. Whatever game they played had no interest to him, but whether he was dealt in or not, he'd pretend for the audience's sake. It was true that Enn didn't entertain the likes of his bloodline, and Yorro would be glad for the cigarette in his mouth, which blocked the slight upturn of his lip. Oh father would be furious and it was delightful.

Once seated he would remove the cigarette to tap the ashes into a tray within reach, his black eyes turning to Enn, "You've my appreciation for the invitation, pleasure met."

None of his family would share the sentiment, they'd all much rather see any along Enn's interest, or anything that crawled out of the Mar rotting in cells somewhere far off. Mage or not, their elitist views considered the low people nothing but mud on their shirt-tails. His brothers wouldn't even spot the market in this part of town, despite the profits to be made. No, they'd rather have their parties, galas, auctions, and whatnot with white coats and glasses of wine. They lacked all fun in their younger brothers’ mind, no wildness in them.

"Rum is well by me." He'd take anything that warmed his belly and mind.

Jura 239
Jura had caught a few of those bemused glances being cast his way from Enn during his time standing by a wall pretending to be a shadow- something that amused him greatly in more than one way. He enjoyed the attention even if it was just a smile here and there or a compliment on his clothes in passing. Maybe a little desperate for the positivity.

As he approached the booth and tucked the cloth into a pocket at his hip- eyes steadily fixed upon Yorro, he gave a faint tip of his mask in a nod towards Enn. Errand boy, as it so happened. That was fine, he'd do anything for the older man. Though he would certainly not serve a drink to the petulant rich boy sitting across from his boss. The rest of the company he had no thoughts about either way and would serve drinks if it was requested of him.

With that he turned and headed towards the bar to complete the request, waiting patiently while another guest was served before he requested a bottle or two and some extra glasses for Enn's table.

He returned back to the booth with two bottles in one hand and 4 glasses in the other in case someone needed a replacement. "How much do you want, Sir?" He asked toward Enn and rudely, nobody else- the bottles and held glasses placed towards the center of the table.

Enn 383

"Pleasure's all mine," Enn replied, sitting back down at the table. "We've heard enough talk come our way that got us curious. Had to see what the fuss is all about, hm?"

It hid an interesting story to Enn. Obviously he knew about the rest of the family, they weren't safe from his rich-bastards shitlist. And yet, here the youngest was taking a different route. Potentially earning even more ire from the rest of the family, risking fortune-knows-what money wise.

Enn had no illusions that Yorro was here out of curiosity for the things he and Sangre Mar did for mages. Or their ideas about dividing wealth back into the hands of the people. Absolutely not- this was business only. And that was fine by the ringleader of the Mar.

That, and, no gossip had told him about this man being a mage. But he was, and of the dangerous kind too.

Enn had been confronted with illusionists many times at Namarast. Often unaware about their magic in some way, though this felt more trained. Enn figured he might be hiding it.

There were a few other people on Enn's table, and the shorter man would go over all of them just to add names to the faces. Osin, his second in command. A tall, lanky black haired man with some very obvious face scars. There was Creon, a redhead clad in leather, chewing on a stick of sorts. Sunny with the incredible neck tattoo, who'd docked with the recent arrivals to the harbor. And Elijah, who took it to himself to pass the glasses around when Jura returned.

"That's alright, no need to pour for me, my hands are quite alright still." He gave Jura's arm a small squeeze as he reached past him, giving him a curious look with a raised eyebrow. Something about this read odd, though Enn couldn't put his finger on it.

He let the bottles get passed around a bit as he took the cards back, and divided them over the group after a good shuffle. "Would love to hear what ended up convincing you to take my invitation, Yorro. I have a feeling you might not be earning any favors from your family by doing so, or do they not keep such tight tabs on you?"

Yorro 454
Enn would get a slight nod from the merchant, he suspected the man heard of him, his family in particular being on a list. Hell, they were on his list, he'd hardly bat an eye at any of their demise, but of course to put up a show he'd shed a few crocodile tears. If he ended up the heir of the family at his siblings demise, well fortune shined on him then.

Business was the game, Enn had a network of people and Yorro had weapons, magic goods and other fine items he wished to push into others hands, for the right price of course. Though some gold could be haggled on, he also took information, alliances, anything that boiled his fathers blood. His family wanted only money, but they couldn't prove their son was trading away their wealth.

The assumptions of his magic were correct, though his family didn't share the same aspect of it as him, they were all wild mages, all trained for their trade. They wouldn't be tossing around their abilities at any slight or minor inconvenience, and while Yorro was trained, the use of his made him not the most pleasant to be around. His mood swayed to anger, violence, and even on rare occasions melancholy. The latter was more tolerable he supposed, to anyone in his company, he'd just be some manner of sad and dejected, whilst the anger might have him stabbing out someone's eye. That would not be on the table today, so it would remain that he'd not share.

Yorro would bob his head slightly to each in greeting, not to reach across the table for hand shakes, this wasn't the sort of crowd, 'Well met." He'd add, just for politeness sake. Enn wasted no time in prying his motivations, and he would be answered, "I'm not so rude as to turn down such a prestigious thing,  meetings bring business." And he counted murder and interrogation in the same. As for his tail he'd offer a slight smile, "Entirely not, I am free to my vices."  

His father did his best, but if there was one thing Yorro was good at, it was hiding and slinking around anything his old man put in place to leash him. He got his time on the weekends, any other was Yorro's. Though it was very possible he'd be called back to the estate to explain how his assigned ghosts lost him. Easy enough to say his father needed to set better ones with him. Then perhaps he could choose those that would let some things slide. A little coin in their pocket for the troubles and no worries of his fathers eyes on anything and everything he did.

Jura 191
Jura supplied a plain but dismissive wave of his hand as the offer was declined.  Glad no one else had asked for drinks to be poured and instead helped themselves. Jura would be none too bothered to get out of being a server for a bunch of people he wasn't particularly familiar with.

Trying not to seem exceptionally rude in front of people of the Mar, Jura begrudgingly gave a little nod of his masked face to the people present and to the one person who acknowledged him, evident by the hood dipping slightly, but otherwise made no other motions save stepping back towards Enn's side of the table. His eyes drifted to Enn when his arm had been grabbed, catching the look and reminding himself to behave despite his own personal thoughts. He wouldn't be hostile or talk for the matter but he certainly did keep his attention on Yorro.

So, without anything to contribute to the topic of rich boys being little brats, he stood back and folded his arms behind his back, fiddling with a bangle on his wrist while he listened or was potentially told to leave.

Enn 214
Oh Enn did not mind Jura staying nearby, if anything the opposite. His magic was incredibly useful, and there was a certain comfort in having someone very well willing to create a bloodbath on your behalf nearby.

Though, that was everyone in the building. Osin had been with him since his time in Namarast, 25 years and counting, and had and would kill for Enn.

"That's good to hear. I prefer doing business with people with an eye for it. There's always talk about what you've been bringing in, but I prefer the right source for that kind of information." Enn continued as he put down the first card, his gaze vaguely disinterested in the game. His eyes wandered from his conversation partner to the others at the table, and finally Jura.

Because Jura, even while wearing a mask, was giving Enn the feeling he had more knowledge on Yorro than he'd let on. Maybe a prior encounter, even.

"So what is it that you sell? Is the talk of weapons correct, for one? While we're not poorly supplied, I like to think ahead. Or this is my doomsday prepper side, inquiring with multiple sources." Enn grinned, taking a sip from his rum.

"And I'm curious what it is you're looking for, of course."

Yorro 352

The cards in Yorro's own hand would be perused, and  he'd shuffle them about slightly, not in any particular order that was easy to guess. His interest was in dealings, and Enn would have his attention over some side game.

"A wise man, rumors leave much to imagination." He had all manner of wares, and considering the public space he wouldn't go into details, but sharing a bit of the truth wouldn't hurt in the Mar. Not as if anyone could steal from them, with the Mythwyr family taking all manner of precaution to protect what they moved and bartered.

"Weapons of course, magic or not, a fine arm can come in handy. Quality from the far reaches,  North of Siregal and the peninsula, as well as more local craft."

He'd consider showing a small catalog of sorts, but that would be held off,  'Depends whether one is interested in the exotic or martial. As for other goods we have charms, magic artifacts, tomes, old antique books that may be of interest, anything that can't be bought here, we can certainly procure."

Smuggling was his preferred profession, so he made deals here and there with pirates to get special items for certain clients. "We also fence of course, so if you're looking to offload anything... A day outside the market could be arranged." Someone like Enn shouldn't have to deal with the common criminals and whatnot that crowded the warehouses.

It could also be assumed he peddled standard supplies, tools, food and such, but that manner of item would not be explained. If he was being observed by those loyal to the host, he was sure they'd shared some of this. His family was not only criminal merchants, selling to the common folk more mundane goods.

"I hope to not find much competition, but that is a fair part of the trade, I merely seek alliance. Protection for when it may be needed." He could produce near whatever Enn requested for his preparations, but such activities might garner more attention for him, from his family and their supporters, outsiders, or the Order.

Jura 164

It wasn't uncommon for Jura to be ignored, so he just occupied his eyes with staring at various things. Sometimes the cards when one was placed faceup against the wood of the table- unsure of what game was actually being played, if it was one at all- and sometimes to the people. To Yorro, blankly. To Enn with poorly masked curiosity any time he found the other looking at him. He was trying to keep up with the conversation being held in the meantime.

So Yorro sold weapons and smuggled. He wasn't surprised about that much, not after his trip to the market and all the time he spent pretending to be interested in the various wares and peddling merchants.

Jura flicked his eyes back to Yorro at the mention of an alliance. Hopefully that would not come to pass, as he still wanted to beat the guy half to death. Why? Because he was petty and had been slighted in some stupid way.

Enn 435
His attention seemed to be caught by the mention of Siregal, though he tried not to let it show. “And magic cannot always be a weapon. Many mages prefer not using it, lest the side-effects down them instead. Everyone here knows how to shoot.” Magic was great, but many mages got exhausted quick using it, or simply didn’t have enough power in them to use it offensively. Bringing those mages with him to use weapons, while he copied their magic, was a great balance.

“I would be interested in seeing some Siregalese guns though.” Alright, fine, couldn’t help himself.

Enn nodded as Yorro explained about the magical artifacts they carried. “Both, really. There’s more to magic than just weaponizing it. We may not have the same resources as Namarast, but we still try to teach the younger mages here what we can on their magic.”

Something he quietly really enjoyed spending time doing. His magic was perfect for helping show people what they are capable of, and how to steer towards it as a goal. It was often overshadowed by having to make crummy deals with crummy people, taking care of the import and export, and well. Money.

It was always money.

“I’d be very happy to join you outside the market sometime. And offloading items, I’m sure we do. We produce potions specifically aimed to assist mages, if that is of your interest at all.” He didn’t believe Yorro was doing a whole lot with magic, or not in the open. “We have various craftspeople as well. Some magic related, some not. Weavers, weaponsmiths, handmade jewelry. It’ll depend on what pulls your interest, but I’d be happy to show you around.”

Competition was part of the game, and Enn maybe didn’t even see it like that. “I’m sure you have different items to offer from your competitors. And having options makes for a strong foundation.”

“Protection, huh.” Enn repeated, putting his next set of cards down, before Osin would take them back to shuffle. “That’s a possibility, yes, but I’ll have to make sure I am putting my people on the line for something worth it.” He seemed to exchange gazes with Osin then, who had the most unimpressed look on his face. But he always did. “Let’s do that visit to your market-outside-your-market first, and let me have a talk with my second.” And with his rogue. Even masked, it seemed Jura’s dagger-eyes were hard to miss for Enn. Something might’ve happened he wasn’t made aware of, and it better not sour things for him.

“Are you looking for protection against specific groups?”

Yorro 546
Magic not being used was one thing he could understand, his was more to avoid issues and he hardly if ever put it to use as of recent. No, he'd rely on his natural abilities before moving to magic use for the very reason of side-effects. Though he'd heard rumors of those with immense destructive abilities and seemingly no repercussions. They were favored by some greater beings.. knowing how to use a weapon was an invaluable skill. He had his own training in knives and firearms, and for Enn's men, Yorro had no doubt they were trained to fight.

"That can be arranged." He'd a collection of fine weapons squirreled away at his hideout, several of which were Siregalese or from neighboring regions. The merchant would nod some to more to magic than weaponizing, that was very much true, there were mages who helped crops grow, healers, diviners and builders. If he wasn't of the criminal lot he might have been a performer, bringing smiles to kids faces. Though in the circumstances currently the youth would likely cry at sight of him.

It was money near everywhere, anything else was just as rare a commodity as the finest elixirs of immortality. Though Yorro hoped to dissuade that idea with an offer of services instead, a trade. He could gather money, but that would raise more eyes than he cared to have on him.  There was still much preparation to be had before then.

"It would, my family may not have interest in shouldering potions about, but I've got a crew that can make distribution." If it was in the idea of charity, the family liked to hold their riches and profits as closely as a dragon's hoard, picking every speck of gold out of the pockets of the less fortunate. "I can certainly peruse at what can be pushed."   

Personally he'd find such finer things such as jewelry were generally only the fancy of high born women and men, who hardly wished to have the greasy merchants at their doorstep, but he could freshen up and put on airs. If they were of use to the commoners then other arrangements could be set.

Enns additional comment of competition and a strong foundation would get a single nod, best to have multiple deals in business as to not have the floor fall out when one supplier goes under or can't meet demands.  "Yes, just that. I've understanding on the risks for you men, so by all means evaluate as you wish."

"As with most in the Mar, the Order; some tails in the family being the most pressing currently. I suspect I've some eyes trying to find me as we speak. Nothing to be concerned of, they don't intend to cut my throat, but as time goes- I'm sure that might change." He had plans for the business, for his family, and he was very sure his father would object strongly. Fair enough if these plans meant turning the organization for a more agreeable light. Brothers and Father six feet under. The younger ones could be molded to side with him, spared the same fate, but the family greed certainly left a sour taste in his mouth. Who were they with if not seeking Fortune with their show.

Jura 220
Jura stood there and kind of zoned out all the words being said, staring at nothing specific after a while, hands still spinning the bangle on his wrist. Trade and whatever bullshit Yorro was into didn't interest him in the slightest- he was no merchant and certainly wasn't after weapons when his blood acted as his own. He knew he should be paying attention but it was much too droll. Glancing to Enn, he waited a moment before excusing himself. Figuring he could dip outside for a few minutes to recuperate from the smoke in the air, perhaps even stuff different herbs into his mask.

The rogue meandered between the various tables and milling people of the bar - exiting out the door with the intent to only be gone a few minutes. It wasn't like Enn was alone in there after all, nor was Jura participating in the conversation in any meaningful way or at all for that matter.

Outside, Jura located a corner nearby that was secluded and devoid of people. Lifting his hands to his mask to disconnect it from the straps that held it in place- holding the wooden owl visage off his face only far enough to let fresh air in and adjust his facemask below. A couple long breaths taken while he had the privacy.

Enn 310

Getting some Siregalese weapons would be novel. The ones he'd brought over had long broken or lost function one way or another, and maybe he kind of missed the familiarity of his home's craft. There were other things he'd love from Siregal. Like, food, but he wasn't going to get ahead of himself.

Sangre Mar couldn't deal with Siregal themselves, unfortunately.

Enn nodded as he looked at the cards he got handed, before his eyes shifted back to Yorro. "Our potions are a boost to a mage's magic, albeit temporarily. Whatever they can do, they can put more power behind for a couple of hours. Used to be great on the battlefield." They'd been known for it, their quick appearances and devastating consequences on the field. If Sangre Mar wasn't involved in a fight, you'd risk them getting involved, and tiding the favour to the rebels. "I hope you're not in a position where you're having to fight a lot of course, it's taxing. But our potions have helped turn the tables a few times before."

Sounded like Yorro had enough enemies, the Order was a shared one though. Easy. "Most mages would say the Order is currently a problem. Suppose you have mages in your midst then?" He was going with the assumption Yorro had not admitted to being one to most people. And Enn wasn't going to slip and let his own ability to detect it be known.

"The eyes on you, sent by your family? I get a hunch you don't get on well with them. Which, what can I say but that I relate to that strongly." The man laughed. Strongly indeed.

Enn watched Jura leave, though said nothing of it. He was free to go, but it was curious he'd sticked around in the first place. Enn would have to ask another time though; later.

Yorro 504
Enn's want of Siregalese weapons could be easily fulfilled and Yorro put that idea into a mental list. He would deliver weapons and whatever the man wished for the mere act of favor. Should Enn wish to reciprocate the delivery with more than sending a few men to help guard his goods and person, well, that would be a pleasant bonus. Though at this time no deals were officially struck, it was more of a test of the waters.

Yorro himself wanted more information on this group, but he was wise to send the ghosts in or anyone else who would likely just be caught or turn up as a corpse in the bay. And whilst some things were best left unknown he'd had suspicions of Sangre Mar's origins, no one got power for nothing, and he wouldn't underestimate Enn's abilities either. Best play it safe for now.

"Ah, that would be easy enough to peddle." He could talk up some common fork as a magic artifact, selling the real deal would be near effortless.  Yorro would wave a dismissive hand at the fighting, "I am unfortunately not a soldier, by the efforts of my father I'm sure, but aside from fist fighting pirates and common criminals, my siblings even, not at all. I can see the use of the potions though, there's plenty who would the same."

He would leave out the random people sent to follow and subdue him, it was easy enough to lose them, either by hiding, misdirection, or the occasional trap. He'd only been caught once in his time, and that was for his magic recently manifesting and being a foolish child.

As for Enn's inquiry on mages in his midst, the man would get a single nod, he surely did. What person of any salt didn't, and he took this as a somewhat rhetorical question not needing any explanation. His latter question would be answered.

"Yes, unfortunately, and a rival family, but for other reasons. Nothing to be concerned of that would require your interjection." Perhaps for dreaded marriage arrangements, he would slink about like a stray and they could take pick on his better mannered frumpy brothers. He had his dark eyes on the pirates that graced his presence, something dangerous and intriguing about a particular Captain who surely hated the sight of him. They'd change their mind, he was charismatic enough.

Whether Enn deigned to reply or simply listen, their meeting would soon be coming to an end. Yorro's attention seemed to quickly shift towards the door as if a supernatural sense drew his gaze. There a group of three men had entered The Slipper, approaching the bar counter to inquire of a certain someone's location. While these newcomers likely had Enn and his posse attention, Yorro seemed to let out a breath before placing a thick card on the table and slipping out of the seat without a word.

"May we meet soon." He'd whisper before walking out the door. The men would lift their head briefly towards the swinging doors before scanning the room and shortly following.