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Writers: Yvonne
Date Posted: 6th April 2019

Characters: Taril, Jakin
Description: Taril hires Jakin to look into Polson
Location: Sunstone Seahold
Date: month 10, day 24 of Turn 9
Notes: Mentions: Polson/Olov, Yriadha, Bryvin

It wasn't hard to find Jakin. Midday, half way through a sevenday of work, the Harper was where he usually was-- half passed out in one of the dark corners in Taril's tavern. Taril slid into the seat across from him and reached across the table to flick the other man's ear. "Wake up."

Jakin flinched and raised his head. He clearly hadn't shaved in a week and his beard was growing in grey and patchy. He also looked like he hadn't changed clothes in a few days. "Blaze it, Taril. Why don't you say hello like a normal person?!"

The merchant frowned. "Look at you. You're a mess."

"Yeah, well." The harper put his head down on his arms again. "I feel awful. What do you want?"

"Information. Discretely." The merchant tapped the top of the stained table, eyeing Jakin skeptically. Jakin was a drunkard, but he was also a harper. He'd been reliable in the past but his drinking was getting worse. He looked like something spat up by the sea. "I want to know about Polson."

"You fixing to have him fight in another match?" Jakin raised his head and gave Taril a red-eyed, hopeful look. "I won marks on the big bastard last time. He's vicious."

"I want to know where he came from. Does he have any family? What did he do before he came to Sunstone Seahold? But I don't want him to know that I'm looking into it."

"Why d'you want to know about him?" Jakin asked.

Taril frowned at him. "None of your business."

Jakin held up a hand. "Fine, fine. Whatever you say, boss. Polson will be an open book to you." The harper's gaze grew a little sharper. "How about you give me free rein at the bar, then, while I'm working for you? A man works best when his whistle is wet."

"How about I bring in a bottle of whiskey with your name on it and take an sixteenth of a mark off your tab." More than the man deserved, but enough to keep him happy.

Jakin barely thought about the offer before nodding. "I can find something for you by the end of the sevenday."

"You feckin' better." Taril reached for his crutch and stood. Jakin waved a lazy goodbye before sinking back into his alcohol-fueled stupor. Taril caught the bartender's eye and nodded-- next time Jakin woke up, he'd find a mug of cider waiting for him. Lighter than beer but still alcoholic enough to buy the man's good will. With any luck it would start to sober Jakin up enough to look into Polson.

The harper was right -- Polson was vicious. He'd earned a reputation among the guardsmen as someone to avoid, and he'd certainly proven his worth in the bareknuckle fights Taril arranged down by the docks. After the meeting the Lord Holder had called about Yriadha's little problem, Polson was also clearly someone Bryvin trusted. The guardsman wasn't above getting his hands dirty. And anyone who was willing to get their hands dirty like that for the Lord Holder was someone that Taril wanted to know everything about.

Last updated on the April 16th 2019

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