absently tugging at the hooded woman pendant about his neck, Darious couldn't help immersing himself in the early morning breeze. So full of secrets in the wake of night it was; hush hush words trapped a midst the rush of the wind as the Bloated Weasel moved towards their new destination. He still had much to learn of his sword, and the secrets lost to the winds were just blurs and murmurs, vague echoes of the reminiscent night winds but he knew, the more he studied and listened, the more they would reveal. 

He breathed in the cool breeze as the captain's words found him "My sources tell me there was an assassination at the great palace of Lan Last night, mere hours before we left!" he began as he moved towards Vidal. "The contact is offering a handsome reward for the capture of the assassin, a former general of the empire's own army. But naturally, I'm sure the actual empire is offering a much more handsome reward so I intend to deliver the bounty directly to the empire." The mercenaries eyes narrowed in thought for a moment and he chuckled at the irony of it all. "An airship was seen travelling westward away from the palace shortly after the alarm within the palace walls had been raised. But unfortunately that's all the information I have right now."

Darious could only hope they would catch up to the ship. There were only a few places west that one would travel if they were attempting to disappear, and he had most of them marked on the old map parchment he carried with him. They would have to sop at a few villages dotting the area and he shuddered at the thought. All the maidens he had spent nights with, and the mobs of brothers and fathers that almost inadvertently always managed to find out. 

He recalled the first part of Vidal's question just then, and chuckled "There are many that would wish me dead I'm sure, but no, I am no bounty... At least not of the Empire anyway!" He clasped the captain on his shoulder and nodded, before disappearing below to find some breakfast.