The Karashok drifted at the fringes of the group, eyes raking over the humans and elves, over the living and the dead. He watched as each race clutch at their wounds or hover over their dead; for all their differences they seemed very much the same at this moment. Coming to a halt he kept his eyes alert, scanning over everyone, looking for any signs of an attack. Their foes may have been beaten and they even submitted but that did not mean the fighting was over for good; one of them might get a foolhardy idea and decide to strike.
Hearing the rest of his comrades come closer he turned his head to the side and spared them a glance before he turned his attention back to the remnants of the battlefield. As his eyes moved around he kept his ears perked up, listening in on the conversation taking place nearby, head swinging to look over when the Warden who brought the dishonorable one with them called on his mage. Eyes narrowing at her request he locked his gaze with his brother before nodding slowly. He was not going to cause problems over this and besides these people would be crushed should they try and rise up against them.
Remaining where he was he stood silently, stance loose and relaxed, prepared to lash out at a moment’s notice. He stood patiently watching and listening to those around him, no one group receiving more or less interest than the previous one. He caught sight of the female elf Warden approaching Falina and her shield warrior but he paid the group no attention until the young dwarf scurried away from the group.
Eyes latching onto small girl he followed her trail across the field to hover over one of the corpses. Cocking his head to the side he watched curiously as she rummaged through the elf’s clothing, searching for something. The girl seemed upset; her whole body looked as if it could curl in on itself. Frowning he straightened up and watched her slow progress back to the other Warden blinking when the papers were pulled from her grasp.
Raising one eyebrow as Cormac strode towards him he waited patiently to see what would happen. The other eyebrow quickly joined its brother at the other man’s request. Staring at him solemnly his eyes widened minutely at his quiet plea. Keeping still he let his gaze dart to the side to glance at Falina before turning back to the warrior in front of him. Tilting his head forward in a brief nod as one hand reached out to grasp the parchment offered to him. “This one shall do so.”
Flipping the letter over to pull it open he stopped when his eyes caught sight of the wax seal emblazoned there. Fingering it for a moment in silence he looked up at those around him, gaze lingering on the merchants, searching for signs of nervousness. This was a seal from Tevinter; that alone did not speak well for the merchants. Shaking his hand slightly he let the letter unfold before bringing it up to his face. Eyes focused on the words scrawled there he took a deep breath and began to read, voice booming out for all to hear.
"The price has gone up, commission for prime merchandise is now fifteen percent. Should this please you, send word, and you will be greeted by an agent upon your arrival to the Alienage. Discretion is key.
You will receive payment upon receipt, and merchandise will move from the station quickly.
Do not seek out your agent. Do not send direct message to the Conductor."
Lifting his head away from the letter he let his eyes fall on the leader of the caravan, the Arcanum spilling from his lips. Tilting his head to the side he stared at the Wardens in front of him. “Leave in concealment what has long been concealed” Gently closing his mouth, his words hanging in the air, he let his eyes linger over the parchment clasped in his clenched hands, gaze glued to the symbol at the bottom. If the seal spoke poorly for the caravan then the contents of this letter… they sealed the deal so to speak.
Lifting his eyes up to meet those around them he slowly walked over to the two Wardens nearest to him, holding out the missive with one hand for them to take. “This also.” Raising one hand he pointed at the symbol of interlocked diamonds, handcuffs, on the bottom of the letter and let the Wardens draw their own conclusion.