Rat Hunting

The bar was a seedy sort that had popped up all over Rolak in my abscence.  Much like my shop turned from being a small custom tailoring place to a weapon and pawn shop, Rolak had moved on to being a place you didn't really hang out for very long if you were on the up and up (and it used to be such a nice place to take the family, not really, but someone must have!).  The bar was not the only one in town, though it was one of the dirtier ones in town which was why we had chosen it to meet.

The man sitting across from me was wearing a rather comically over large cloak of the type that was favored by bandits and to be honest anyone traveling a long distance who didn't want to get rained on. He was neither.  We were seated in the back of bar my back was to the door, his eyes were scanning about before he spoke, like some of the drunks trying to make it with a waitress several years past attractive were suddenly going to become enemies.

"What do you want Lorentino?" His voice was the opposite of the get up, high and nasal, it reflected on years of high society.

"Ronerawth has a rat feeding information to the Red Hand." I put the letter on the table, but he did not pick it up. Instead he laughed, and I'll admit it caught me a little off guard.

"You say this like its a revelation? Aren't you yourself from their lands? Lorentino do not waste my time." He got up to leave and I grabbed him by the sleeve.

"Are you saying you're aware of someone who's feeding information to your enemy and do nothing about it?"

"I'm saying let go of my sleeve." And with that our conversation came to a close, he walked off letting me stew in anger that Ronerawth was aware of their traitors, but didn't care enough to stop them.  I finished my drink and sat there in the dark trying to think of someone else I could turn to who could help.  I mean someone had to want to help me right? I helped everyone (after being drug into it against my will several times, but I digress!) So there I sat drinking a poor fluid that didn't deserve to be called ale and I tried to think of a way to kill my enemies without getting killed myself, or hell to even discover who my enemies were in the first place! Also known as a normal Lorentino evening.