Fires of Creation: The Rakish Inquisition
At them mention of Daggermark, Wrennie reaches out quickly to place a hand on Cain's forearm, gripping firmly to urge him to quiet rather than cause any pain. After looking around guardedly for anyone who might have heard, she insists simply, "Come with me." She quickly heads around the Marrymaid's bar, leading Cain by the arm if he allows, to a small office with a desk, a few chairs, and a shelf overflowing with sheer, silky, and frilly garments. She doesn't take a seat, but once Cain and Zorden are inside she closes the door--leaving it cracked slightly so her guests don't feel trapped--and explains, "Look, I don't know anything about a ledger or where Garmen is or where he might be, but Nirmala might; he fancies her and I've covered more than a few of his visits." She purses her lips and sighs through her nose, considering her next words before adding, "I have history in Daggermark, which I really don't want to follow me here. Garmen dug it up somehow and has been threatening to send word back unless ... well, I've been paying for his discretion." She looks the two over and implores them, "I'd be in great danger if the Poisoner's Guild found out where I am. I hope I can trust you to keep my secret?"
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