In the Slums of Setrial

"Yes, heh." Fred grinned. "I'm afraid there's no time for pleasantries, Karnbald. There's a menace loose in your city... a menace I need your help to catch."

"Ho ho! Always about business, aren't ye!" Karnbald laughed, slapping Fred on the back. "My, Fred who's the charmin' young lady you have with ye? You've got to introduce me! I love me women with a bit o' plump on 'em, for sure!"

Fred smirked as he noticed the expression on Sharon's face. He couldn't tell if she was more embarrassed or angry. "You won't get far with this one, old buddy. She's Sister Sharon, and sworn to Granas for life."

"Ah, ain't that a shame!" Karnbald exclaimed sorrowfully. He leered at Sharon. "Although it wouldn't be the first time a lady of the cloth chose ol' Karnbald over Granas, bwa-ha-ha-ha! A pleasure to meet ya, lass! Care ta join me for a glass of red?"

"We don't have time for this nonsense." Sharon said, glowering at Fred. "If this is the best you can do, perhaps I should look for Tarsa without you."

"Tarsa?!" Karnbald exclaimed. "Surely you can't mean..."

1. "...Tarsa, the new leader of the Assassin's Guild?"
2. "...Tarsa, the new commander of Richard the Bloody's pirate fleet?"
3. "...Tarsa, the new ruler of Setrial?!"
4. "...Tarsa, me new fiancee?!" Tarsa entered and put her arms around Karnbald. "What are you two doing here?" she said with surprise.

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