"Eimar Deschamps!" shouts an approaching woman, her voice silencing all of the other conversations for a hundr

"Eimar Deschamps!" shouts an approaching woman, her voice silencing all of the other conversations for a hundred feet. It is Renshala Vascari, who had overseen the convoy you attacked, and she proudly wears light blue clothing embroidered with the heron insignia of the Riversong Trade House. "You have the gall to show your face in Pitax after your slander and treachery? Who do I have to blame for this heinous attack on my shipments, my family, and my crewmembers?" Several of her personal guards array themselves behind her, watching grimly. At the same time, onlookers begin gathering to see what's happening. "It is this miserable actor! And who lines your pockets, I wonder? Who would stand to profit from my family's misfortune by hiring assassins?"