While I have a fairly normal memory, and so some small details will be inaccurate, I would like to record here a simulacrum of the conversation we held with the guards that evening at the Leafy Wolf Inn, as it was the first inkling of solid Contest news that I had received up to that point. The dramatis personae consists of myself, Virilus; my companion, Drifter; the two guards, Fennec and Darren; and the barmaid, whose name we never got.
Fennec is a man from Barrington a few years younger than myself with whom I enjoyed some unrecorded conversations about our favorite drinking spots in the area. He was relatively new to the profession and was being mentored, as much as a caravan guard can be mentored, by his companion Darren. Darren travelled a lot as a child, hailing from nowhere in particular, but he had semi-settled in Norport and had a wife and three children there.
FENNEC: So you said you were in the north for, what, a few months?
ME: Thereabouts. I passed through here in early spring, we're nearly into summer, close enough.
FENNEC: No news in that time?
ME: Only local.
DARREN: Oh boy.
FENNEC: Yeah, bad time to be be out of touch.
ME: Is it Contest news?
FENNEC: Sort of. Things have turned upside down here and there.
DARREN: Bromid is a warzone, now, for starters.
ME: From who? It's right in the middle of Crellus.
DARREN: Everyone.
FENNEC: Pretty much. Every neighbouring nation has their armies in there. The capital fell, villages razed, forts toppled. Crellus may as well not exist.
ME: Hell. That's a lot.
FENNEC: Just the start, really.
DARREN: Hard to know what to even talk about. Arestria?
FENNEC: That's a weird one.
ME: Weird how?
DARREN: All the warlords formed some sort of united council under Paronius. Then they put him forth as a Contestant.
ME: Makes sense to me. The Contestant part, at least.
FENNEC: The guy is a heroic sort, for sure.
ME: So Arestria is at peace?
DARREN: Pretty much. Never heard of it before, myself.
ME: It's been a good eighty or so years since the last unification, I'm not surprised.
DARREN: This happens sometimes?
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ME: Well, it's usually a bit more bloody, but it's happened a few times. You know the legend of Finlay?
DARREN: Just a story, innit?
ME: Some of it, probably, he's got an awful lot of crazy stories. But uniting Arestria definitely happened, we have a lot of records from that time corroborating it.
BARMAID: Drinks look empty, boys, want another round?
ME: Yeah, I'll get this one.
FENNEC: Good man, thanks.
DRIFTER: Plate of snacks, too.
BARMAID: Chips and dips okay?
DRIFTER: Ta.
BARMAID: Aye, I'll be back.
FENNEC: Holy hell, he speaks.
DARREN: He's getting us food, he can be as quiet as he wants.
FENNEC: Fair enough.
ME: Any other Contestants announced?
FENNEC: Lots. Trying to think of who actually matters.
DARREN: Varys is local, at least.
FENNEC: Is that official?
DARREN: Well, no, but he's sure been acting up.
ME: Varys the Vagabond? The Blood Bandit?
DARREN: Yeah. Last I heard the army was organizing a raid on him, but I don't think Beornia has anyone who can take him down on their own.
FENNEC: No way Varys doesn't rout them. If he stands out front and swings his spear he'll kill a dozen men and scare off a hundred.
ME: And no one can stand up to him?
FENNEC: I've never heard of anyone around here.
DARREN: Not exactly a hotspot for glory and combat.
ME: Interesting. Isn't he one of Arestria's brood?
DARREN: That's what he says.
ME: Not many who could stand against him, then. Even other demigods would get scared off.
FENNEC: Well, lots of options coming out of the woodwork, someone will probably take him down.
DARREN: Who's that guy we heard about last week? With the fancy sword?
FENNEC: Oh gods, what was his name?
ME: Darwin? Ferom's kid?
DARREN: That's it.
FENNEC: Scary sounding sword.
ME: I mean, that's his thing.
DARREN: Yeah, and he killed one of the filth kids with it.
ME: Grima has so many descendants that could mean anything.
DARREN: It was one of the big ones. The one with the sewer smuggling thing.
ME: Oh, yeah. Shoot, I forget his name. That is impressive.
FENNEC: Yeah, he said he'd claim his father's throne and set out for Bromid. I think one of the mind kids did the same.
DARREN: Orpheus, yeah. Oh, and Plato announced himself months ago, maybe you missed that.
ME: Oh, yeah, that's news. Any update? It only takes a month or so to get from Barrington to Bromid.
DARREN: Dead, killed in the Crellus invasion.
FENNEC: I think another blood kid got him. That's what I heard.
DARREN: There are a lot of them around, I suppose.
ME: Any of them in the Contest?
DARREN: I mean, probably? Haven't heard any announce themselves.
ME: I guess most of them wouldn't.
BARMAID: Ales and snacks, boys. Skelly had a garlic sauce and a tomato sauce ready to go, if you want another let me know and I can see what else he's got.
FENNEC: This is great, thanks.
DARREN: Cheers for the goodies, guys.
ME: My pleasure, I've heard nothing for nothings, this conversation is more than worth a few ales.
FENNEC: Hey, these chips are actually great, good call quiet man.
DRIFTER: Mm.
ME: Oh, did I forget to introduce him? He calls himself Drifter.
DARREN: Nice to meet you.
DRIFTER: Likewise.
FENNEC: Where you from?
DRIFTER: Don't know.
ME: He seems to have some sort of amnesia. Neither of us are sure why.
DARREN: With that many rings? Broke a vow, probably, gotta be hard to keep that many straight at once.
ME: What vow could possibly do that? That's insane.
FENNEC: I saw a guy forced to swear on his self for a job once. Next time I saw him he'd lost his memories. Would have lost his mind entirely if not for his wife caring for him.
ME: I didn't even know that was still a thing. I hadn't heard of it happening for centuries.
FENNEC: Comes up in this line of work now and then. Usually not for anything good.
DARREN: I've sworn it once, years ago, before I met my wife. Was for a job, quiet work for a noble. He passed away later and I was released, ring cracked right off my finger, nothing to worry about. But one of the guys with me slipped some information a few months after we finished and was addled for the rest of his life.
ME: Holy hell. Well, I guess it's an option, eh?
DRIFTER: Mm.
The conversation was less serious for the rest of the evening, then we retired to our room for the night.
Up to that point I had not connected Drifter's rings to his condition, but I thought to analyze them at some point in the future. Perhaps it would be a clue as to his past. Who knows?
