Family ties

[~Aoria-sama~]

Word travels fast, amongst the lands of Esshar. Rumors begin to fly, or perhaps they are not rumors at all. Its said the Docro known as Vasilli is in need of...

Assistance.

"History, its a finicky thing. In one way or another, things became blurry and shit got fucked. I've been doing my research, keeping my eye out for the names."

"Aertas...Delisle...Ebner."

"If you find anyone with these last names, tell them I would like to have a word. If they are less than compliant.."

"...Well, there's a reward if you bring them to me alive."

[~Aoria-sama~]

More than ever before, men clad in expensive suits can be seen traveling eastward.  Some of them carrying fine wine, others baskets of fresh cheese and bread. Perhaps a delivery, as rumors begin to spread of the possible reason behind such an action....

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"I've had my chat with the Ebners."

"Reward for them is called off, leave them be."

"I've learned all I can from them."

"Bring me an Aertas or a Delisle - you'll still get paid."

"Ten thousand is yours, if you bring them to me."

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A hefty pouch is sitting in waiting, just inside the Docro Manor.

[~Aoria-sama~]

Vasilli pyr Docro's offer for the delivery of an Aertas or a Delisle descendant jumps to 20,000 cold hard coins.

"I'll have what I want."

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"Stop hiding."

[Carbon]

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"T'sk, t'sk, t'sk.

If you continue to play cat and mouse with my dearest Vasilli, someone's bound to get hurt.

Lets just hope that the Aertas still prove to have a level head on their shoulders.

For who knows what Osrona may have done to them.

They'd hardly forsake an innocent girl?"

Within early dusk outside of the Waystone inn, rumors begin to circulate of a young girl in the employee of the Aertas being apprehended and captured by a party of masked individuals, Ogres and perhaps even fae. All creatures of the most twisted nature. 

Letters are send to the houses of Osrona, demanding a simple thing for her return.

"Meet with my dear Vasilli, she will be released and all your and her transgressions may be forgiven. By me, at least. As for Vasilli?

Well, you'll have to talk to him yourself." 

[Folian]

Not long after word of this capture does news of this supposed bounty and search even find itself reaching the ears of one young Samson Aertas. Not soon after does he give a simple missive to a servant, before his intentions are written and replied unto the demands spoken.

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"Goodness gracious..."

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"This is the first I've heard of this now... Doesn't this Mister Docro know that my postbox is wide open for any and all? I believe I made that quite clear."

"I can make time for a meeting."

"Though you'd all do well to hold your word."