Tarvos coughed slightly, overhearing Sable's muttered words. "I have a suggestion, if you're willing to take it. One of the village's listed is where I've heard the most positivity towards Kurokuma and your group, Otfeld, along with the most negativity, Whiteshore, which is actually where the ferry is at. If you choose Otfeld, maybe they'd start to like you enough to actually support you. If you go for Whiteshore, then, if you helped them out with their own problems with the nobility, they might start pushing a movement to accept your group."

Feeling the man's eyes on him, Tarvos made himself appear a bit smaller. "Just a suggestion. I picked up most of the information about you guys from those places, so I know where the best and worst stories are told."

Tarvos, now having said his piece, moved his own gaze back to Gehrhart. That was the name. A disgraced knight, serving under the emperor, one of the few honest men amongst the lying and lazy. When Tarvos had heard about it, he considered it the last thing he'd put up with in the corrupted life of politics, and moved out soon after. But still, it was certainly interesting. Maybe they might have a bit more in common...