Story of Two Face
Kink in the Road - Part 1
On the forth day of his Journey,Two face arrived late evening in the lower district of Grans port. The multiple houses where condensed in to small avenues with numerous cobble streets leading off in every direction. The scent of smoke and excrement filled the air, burning the nostrils when inhaling deeply. Vision was severely reduced due to fog roiling in of the sea making anyone able pickings for the fiends of the night that inhabited the lower quarter.
Bearing a lantern in hand Two face cautiously wondered along an avenue, raising the lantern on approach to imposing doorways and corners where ambush was common.
The scuttle of feet could be heard moving in the shadows, kept at bay by the light, those who defied the curfew, as no good man would wonder at night. Not in Grans Port.
Two faced shined the light of the lantern onto a doorway. Decoratively carved into the centre of the heavy oak door was the image of a skull. Two face gave a stern knock on the door and waited patiently. After a few minutes an iron plate slid back on the door to reveal two very real eyes staring back at Two face in place of the skulls eyes.
"What business do you have hear fiend of the night?" Questioned the figure behind the door.
"It is I Two Face"
"I received by raven but not four suns ago! bearing word that my item of interest was in stock" declared Two face.
The slider slammed shut upon the end of Two face's response, the sound of the locks and bolts been loosened came from behind the door which eventually swung open to reveal a Dark elf standing in the doorway.
"Come in comrade, may I interest you in some tea of poppy or black tea with a wedge of lemon?"
"Black with Lemon please"
Responded Two face stepping in to the passageway and closing the door behind him. After turning back to see his host had wondered of deeper into the household without him.
Every inch of the premise was filled with trinkets, plants and apparel. The scene was overwhelming and clearly indicated the Elf was not just a merchant but also a hoarder. Two face almost stumbled and tripped trying to avoid small goblets, rare coins scattered across what floor was visible. Ducking under cloves of garlic and low hanging vines he reached a room bricked up with books from floor to ceiling with only an open fireplace and two padded grand beech chairs with the backs facing away from the door to resemble an sitting room.
A small stream of steam lifted up from two cups of tea precariously placed upon on a stack of books between the chairs. Lounging in one chair was the host,gazing into the roaring fire.
Two face sat down in the chair parallel to the host and began to slowly sip tea from a cup.
"Two friends do not conduct business at such a later hour, Two face"
"We will finish are tea and then rest till morning"
"Over breakfast we will resume" said the dark elf in a friendly but controlling manner.
"I will not argue with that Tiraro" responded Two face.