Heroes & Legends: Genesis

Blood and Coin

Arriving in Northglen, Tyron immediately sought out medical aid for Cyris and his damaged arm. Sophia still slept soundly all the way here and was still dreaming upon arrival.

The aid came fairly soon and Cyris' arm was well taken care of as a nurse from a nearby shelter arrived to bandage him up. He could swing fairly decently despite the wound and a decent swing was really all a skilled mercenary such as himself would need.

Nearly a day had passed entirely and the trio needed rest. They each left the carriage, Cyris being forced to carry Sophia on his back and Tyron forced to carry her luggage. As the trio passed the gates and strolled through the city, another group of people seemed to capture the attention of not only Cyris but also Tyron.

It was a group of four who were leaving a shelter for those who needed medical aid as well as a place to call home. A young, adolescent male and female as well as a young boy and girl made the group with a fox following in suit. The teen boy had a bandaged up face and donned a dark red cloak. Only one organisation would dare wear that colour and that organisation was the Bloodstreaks.

Tyron had just recently heard of the public bounty placed on Collin Sinclair, a man born in the Greenlands, the Kingdom of War.

"Cyris, give me a moment. I have some business to attend to," Tyron explained.

"No, no, I as well. Matter of fact, I was about to ask you to hold onto Sophia for a little bit."

As the two argued over who would get to go and handle their business, the bandaged teen approached them both.

'Oh, how lucky,' Cyris thought to himself. Tyron was just as shaky as Cyris was about the sudden approach.

"Good day, gentleman," the bandaged teen greeted with a smile. "I take it you three aren't native to the Northen Hills, are you?"

In the short frame of time that the young man took to approach the set of mercenaries, they both had cross-analysed each other and knew what was happening. To be a mercenary, you had to not only think like one but, also, think like the others like you. The pair had realised that it was no mere coincidence that they both came to Northglen for a contract and that they both most likely had taken up the same job. Now it was a matter of who could get information the fastest.

"Nice to meet you," Cyris said with a nervous smile.

"Likewise. My name is Reven Eyle and I feel as if I might just know why you two gentleman are here."

"Ah, I'm Tyron and these are my friends, Cyris and Sophia," Tyron said as he gestured towards the pair. "You say you have some information for me?" He said as he placed his arm over Reven's shoulder and attempted to lead him away.

Cyris noticed this and followed in pursuit. "Don't forget about me, gentleman," he said.

Tyron gritted his teeth as Reven began to speak. "You see, I know exactly who you're looking for, the both of you, and I know exactly how to find him."

"Find who?" The two mercenaries laughed sheepishly.

"Obviously, Collin Sinclair. Come on, men, don't fool yourselves into believing you can be stingy with the coin. I can read you two easier than a book," Reven explained.

"Alright... you've got me. I wouldn't be in this situation if you hadn't joined my carriage," Cyris sighed.

"You're right. You wouldn't be in this situation. You'd have died a shameful death by the hand of a lowly subordinate bandit," Tyron pointed out.

"While you two are certainly amusing to watch, how about we strike an agreement?" Reven asked.

"What sort?" Tyron asked in response.