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Ophelia is a Fatebinder of Tunon, tasked with delivering Kyros's Edict - 'surrender or die'. This doesn't produce straightforward compliance.
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"You know, a question I'm really wondering about is, if the strong lead, and the weak serve..."

Ophelia has a contemplative look in her eyes as she punctuates her speech with gestural cues, sharp and pointed to draw attention to this specific action and no others.

"What happens if -"

krrkzzpt!, goes Lightning from her other hand, blasting Quiet Shiv back a dozen feet - "I'm stronger, Quiet Shiv?  What then?"

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Two others from her gang were blasted back, though one kept her feet. All the blades are coming out, now, and Shivershank and three of his are stepping into the gap, splitting the other gang apart.

"Then you're a meddling asshole," spits Shiv once she catches her breath.

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"And you are threatening to commit a crime under the laws of Kyros, so whether or not I would be 'an asshole', meddle I must.  Meddle anyone must, for complicity in a crime is a crime itself.

"Stand down."

She feels no need to add an 'or else'.

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Verse is brandishing a sword herself, and slowly walking in.

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They mostly back away, and after a moment, only Shivershank and the three who advanced with him are within ten feet. He nods to them, and all four sheathe their weapons.

He doesn't back away, though. "You going to stay beat when the Fatebinder leaves, Quiet?"

"What do you think, you dickless fuckwit?"

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This guy is practically wasted here.

She cuts in smoothly, before Shivershank can reply to Quiet Shiv's imprecations.  "I think he might be better off leaving with the Fatebinder, if this is how his cohort is treating him.  Leadership, good leadership, is more than having the biggest fist with which to browbeat your way out of your people.  Leadership is about people trusting you to steer their boat.  I've got a mission that could use a crew that's good at independent operations and figuring out market conditions, and the Forge-Iron Guard - or perhaps Lethian's Crossing's merchant concerns - would love to hire on another river captain who's proven he can handle himself."

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"He isn't backing down just because some motherless fool wanted to attack me. The law's 'Her life is not her own, the Overlord has plans for her', right? So I won't shank the bitch like she deserves."

He shifts his stance a little, heavy boots pushing some gravel out of the way.

"Doesn't say anything about crippling, though."

He stomps on her shin, hard. There's a crunch of broken bone, and she howls with pain. Then he does it again, slightly higher up the leg.

He leans down, speaks quietly. "You could have beaten me one to one, Shiv. But you take a swing at the captain, be sure you don't miss."

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Ophelia nods.  "So it is, and so it is done."

"I really could," she continues, much more quietly, "use the help of a crew who know the trade routes around here, though, and your head's screwed on right.  Even more helpful if you know the sneakier ones.  Someone has been being very naughty and stealing from the Court.  Can't have that.  If you aren't busy, you up for it?"

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He shakes his head. "Doubt I could help you, Fatebinder. I was a ship captain, out of Last Harbor. Picked the wrong fight last fall, got conscripted, then two span back shipped up here. I think Ugly Fish could be useful, though. Bunks over by the east wall where it's crumbling; he's been training to be a Blood Chanter but he used to be a drover in Haven."

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"My thanks.  Luck be with you."

Into the camp they go, then.

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One of the guards looks at Ophelia and Barik with a disapproving air. "Are you sure you're in the right place?"

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"Fifth Eye said he had something to speak to me about.  You tell me if I'm in the right place."  She looks right back; she has no fucks to give.

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The other guard widens her eyes, "She's the one that read the Edict, idiot! We don't fuck with her."

"Pff, fine," he says dismissively, but he steps aside to let them in.

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The camp is a mess. Off to the north is a fancy tent ("Nerat's", says Verse), with Fifth Eye outside it, looking at some maps and coded reports on a table under some more canvas.

The center has a lot of dead prisoners up on stakes, and some cool but not cold coals underneath many of them. Toward the south end are several live ones, most in Vedrien Guard outfits but one older man dressed more like a Sage.

There's a stand of spears and armor on a cluster of racks in the northeast corner, with a less Chorus-y man with a rope of rings watching over it. ("That's Sniggler Dagos.")

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Ooh, a Sage.  She wants him.

Well.  Important business first.  "Afternoon, Sniggler Dagos.  There's been some supply issues in the other camp lately; your lot seeing anything weird that wasn't big enough to mention on to your guy over there?"

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"Fatebinder? I've had more requests to buy our allotment of ingots of iron, from the Disfavored - trading for finished weapons, mostly, iron or bronze. Goes back a few span. Since then... Higher prices for the merchant companies moving things down over the Crossing, so I've been sending more direct through the pass to the Bastard Tier. I did see one shipment over the Crossing drop out - it was supposed to have some leather armor, root vegetables, and lye, but I don't know that that was what it did have, my suppliers know what I've requested at what prices and send whatever pays better. I'm pretty sure it made it over the falls and onto the river, but it didn't make it to Vendrien's Well."

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A low whistle.  "Well.  That's useful.  But not pleasant.  D'you know who was shipping that?  Seems like it could be relevant."

Suspect problem in LC or starts from LC; SD reports similar missing shipment from there.

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"Yellow Moguls. You want my guess, someone's taking the army's distraction here as a chance to play rough with the competition and get away with it. There's always some who don't mind crossing the law if they won't get caught. Of the locals I know, the Visitors of Prosperity and Hand-Over-Quill are the ones with that kind of rumor around them, but they've kept their noses clean since Kyros took over as far as I know."

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She nods.  "My primary suspect is the Vendrien Guard, at the moment, but I'll keep my eyes open.  Thank you for your time.  Expect me back in a little while; I've a message to bird to Tunon's Court about this."

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"Do they have people up Haven way? No, silly question, of course they do; idiocy washes up in any current. I'll keep an eye out, Binder."

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"Luck be with you."

And now, Fifth Eye.

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"Ah, Fatebinder," he says in his slightly stuttered, inconsistently-accented voice, "I'd hoped you might drop by."

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"I had business enough.  What's yours, that it needs me?"

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"We've caught some leads to where the Oathbreakers are hiding in the hills. But we haven't got them talking yet, and there aren't many spares to waste trying. And they've moved when we've sent gangs looking before; knew they were coming, or just noticed the numbers. Think you could lend a hand?"

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"Wonder if they're the same lot behind the supply thefts.

"A-ny-way, I bet I can get more use out of them than you can, at this point.  Want me to take 'em off your hands?"

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