“Form an alliance, at least for the next day,” you reply. “Nual is in danger. It’s not the time for those who follow him to bicker. Maybe your Lady would disagree, but she’s not in much of a position to raise objections right now, is she?”
You put him down. Mind, you still keep him between you and the wall, so it’ll be tough for him to run.
His eyes are saying a lot. He doesn’t trust you, but he’s also just seen something very strange and unsettling. And Nual himself probably has opinions on the matter.
“I need to get back to the ship,” he finally concludes. “I don’t know where Drake is, but I can give you another name.”
“And a location,” you say. “I’m not familiar with this town and don’t exactly have time to go asking around.”
He looks concerned for a moment, then sighs.
“The Lady won’t like me telling you this, but Nual’s authority is stronger,” he says. “Martin Redlake. He owns a brewery. A reliable ally, but not directly involved in any of the Lady’s work, so he’s not likely to be doing anything tonight.”
“And where can I find him?” you ask.
“Well, I don’t know where he lives. But it’s the night before the festival, so I imagine he’ll be taking care of something in particular anyhow.”