Faridell

You pull a wicker chair out of the rounded table and sit down. You let out a long drawn sigh, and relax. You pull your dagger and run your fingers down the edge and admire the wonderful spiralling fire pattern engraved on it. This was once a dagger used for ritualistic killings of the Rydians. When Zentrum went out with a group of fearsome warriors and archers he brought back a great horde of their treasury. He said you may have one thing from that pile, you chose this dagger. You polish it with a green paper tissue the cutlery rests upon.

Someone is watching you. You pause for a second and look up. A filthy looking bald man with a deep scar transcending down the entire left side of his face has his eyes (or eye to be technical) fixed on you.
"You shouldn't 'ave that in 'ere boaay," he says.