Once the guards had returned to their duties, Albrecht spoke. He apologized for leaving Arannis to fend off their questions, and inquired about Arannis’ offer of employment. Arannis felt the services of a martial expert would be useful. He no longer had the reputation he once drew upon to protect from all but major threats, and the threats of this new world were unknown to him.
“I do.” Arannis answered, “It would make me feel safer in my travels were I not alone in watching for danger.” He pointed to the corpse, “Men such as he are like rodents in a city. I am not without the ability to defend myself, but I cannot see everywhere at all times.” Crime was indeed a problem in every city. Even the grand city of Aira at Arannis’ home had its share of crime. It may have been lessened after the social assistance programs the king had designed had taken effect, but a criminal element was still present. Arannis hoped that this city had relative peace, but the events this night concerned him. 'Typical criminal element' did not usually include mages, at least not at the street thug level. If mages were accosting people on the street, then there might be something far more sinister in the works.
The pair continued on their way, slowly moving out of the lower district in the direction of Arannis’ inn by the harbor. The mists thickened even more as they neared the water, and the scent of the sea became prevalent. Lanterns on the streets grew in number and density and the quality and condition of the stone streets gradually grew. More guards surrounded the pair in this section of town, but another focus of will from Arannis caused another slight breeze, muffling casual attempts to listen in on their conversation. Rather than parting the mists, this breeze drew them in. Arannis obscured their path to any who might be watching. Control over the flow of information was the most powerful ability in the world, and Arannis always seized opportunities such as this to exercise that power. When they had breached the barrier to the harbor district, not far from the merchant district, Arannis had dropped the illusions surrounding himself. No longer did Arannis appear in simple clothes with obscured features. Arannis appeared to the world in his finery once more. The sorcerer vastly preferred this appearance.
The guise of nobility was an armor of its own. It could attract attention, but Arannis was usually capable of handling such unwanted annoyances. It served its purpose of humbling most who one interacted with. When a merchant believed you to be in possession of vast stores of wealth, they suddenly started to go out of their way to make you happy. When you walked with the image of the royalty, not even the most corrupt of guards would dare accost or question you. The commoners would part in your wake, even if they would stare. Appearance was a powerful tool, one which Arannis had been manipulating for a long while. It had built him a reputation back at home. He displayed such a level of confidence, some would call it arrogance, as to walk into the most dangerous of situations dressed for the opera.
When demons attacked or an expedition to another world was launched, there was Arannis Falone. Dressed in his typical style as if the crisis had not even affected his dinner plans. Though Arannis was never as popular as someone like his bard friend, that aura of confidence was enough to spread the word of his name. It was sufficient that once his reputation was built, he could walk through most anywhere without fear. However, back then Arannis had the power to back up his arrogance. Here, Arannis was struggling to touch the same level of magic he was once capable of. As Arannis’ power regrew, so to would his public displays. The sorcerer knew better than most to underestimate the power of a reputation.
“I can pay you the standard fee for a sellsword,” Arannis offered. He avoided the exact value as he knew negotiations about the ‘standard’ fee were soon to follow. “And as a bonus,” the sorcerer continued, “I will teach you the basics of warding magics. When I am done with you, never again will a trivial cast of flame mar your features.”
Arannis’ offer was designed to draw the man in, and keep him loyal. He offered only the typical market value of such labor, rather than a higher price, so he could avoid seeming desperate or needy. This would make the job sound like a simple endeavor. But, in order to assure the man’s loyalty, Arannis offered something that another employer could not. The gift of knowledge. Albrecht did not seem to Arannis to be a stupid man. Arannis was sure he could appreciate the value of such a gift, especially with recent circumstances still at the front of his mind.
By this time the pair had arrived at Arannis’ inn. It was a humble looking three story establishment on the water’s edge. A sign out front proclaimed the inn to be “Romane’s Inn”. The smell of seawater was especially prevalent now, the harbor visible just behind the inn itself. It was a simple looking establishment that was easy for a casual traveler to overlook. Arannis awaited his companion’s response as he casually waited across the street from the building.