Re: The Game is Afoot...
Sanjar is seated, reclining in a comfortable position as he packs and lights his pipe. Smoking, it appears, is serious business. For he takes his time with the matter, getting the pipe 'just so', and pouring a few drops of some sort of oil within before lighting it. All the while he is speaking, in Korantine. "I am not sure what to make of this Elkano, the slave scribe. I was of half a mind to have him followed earlier. The way matters sit, with this Kortano being the only Syndic in town, and thus having near complete control over the cult, and the trade affairs of the city... I find the prospect that he does not have in Valsus some manner of vested interest, ah, dubious. Mmm. For the local matters, I think meeting with Kortano and continuing to investigate Valsus are both musts. However, I certainly would not give much trust to the words of either men just yet. To say the least. Mmm. Indeed. In fact I would think it prudent to look into both men, if not all three, to a much deeper degree... as soon as can be managed."
The pipe is finally lit. Puffing gently to get it going Sanjar soon has a small aura of dark and spicy smoke clinging about him, a cloy and powerful scent. "For the matter of the island, it sounds as if any landing there is a risky undertaking. What is the going rate for such navigational information? Would, perhaps, the information be more easily acquired on Tempigone? Mmm. Though paying such a fee now, if the information is current and accurate, could save us several days at that. Perhaps worth the expense just for that, considering the whole budget of this affair."
Pausing for a long moment Sanjar seems deep in thought. And smoke. When he speaks again it is without looking up, and seeming half-distracted by his thoughts. "Does Haliskome come with regularity for her infrequent visits here? Can we discover whom she trades with? Mmm. If she is a foreigner the Syndics should have records of these strange cargoes. Interesting. Most interesting. Mmm. Do we know whom among the merchants of the city the late and honorable Prashad, may honor be upon him and none disturb his rest, dealt with? Perhaps speaking to these at least nominally friendly faces could give further information?"