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The khal scowled at me, reaching into the bag of clothing and pulled out some of his spare clothing, muttering. "Fucking mages. This information better be good, or I'm going to find you. I need my jewelry and wares back, by the way, they're expensive and... I... uh...?" The fence trailed off in confusion as they began to have trouble handling the clothes, seeming to drop or fumble the articles of clothing as they attempted to put them on. There was no punishment for attempting to violate a pact - it was simply impossible to do for the parties involved, and the khal had not grasped why he was having trouble dressing himself. "The hell?!"
I allowed myself an amused smirk, opening the coat to look inside at the items, several pieces of jewelry, bags of drugs, and a timekeeping device. "On the contrary, our bargain was for one outfit, including any accessories. I am dressed as a street fence right now, and fences need illicit wares and tacky jewelry to be convincing. Thus, they belong with the outfit."
The fence dropped the clothing in frustration, looking up at me as he tried to pick another one out of the bag. This one was not very bright. "Now hold on, you can't just steal my stuff, that wasn't.... rrrfn." They reached up and clutched their throat, having difficulty speaking. They made a few soft unintelligible sounds, then looked up again, rasping. "What are you doing?!"
Out of pity for the poor confused idiot, I offered them some helpful, obvious exposition."Nothing, my friend. You agreed not to discuss our deal with anyone, among other things. I am someone, thus per our agreement, you are not speak with me about the details."
The khal thought about that for few moments, and then looked down at the shirt he was unable to properly put on himself, then it finally clicked what was going on. Somewhat, anyway - he began to snarl something about 'pervert mages' and 'nudity curses', but at that point, I wasn't really paying attention anymore.
Because I had just detected that my other pactmate was finally beginning to use the hexfire I had gifted him in our own Pact. The active use of my hellfire gave me a much stronger insight into his location and condition, and I could tell, for a few moments, exactly where he was in relation to me, and had a general insight into his condition. The d'navian was in some kind of battle within a building, and within moments he became heavily injured from multiple blunt trauma and stab wounds, before losing his focus and control of my hexfire.
With that, my intense awareness of his location and status faded, and I was back to only having a general sense of his direction. I turned back to the angry fence and smiled. "Sorry, ah, whatever your name is. Something has come up. I'd love to make another bargain with you, but I don't have the time. Maybe I'll find you later and we can talk." I picked up my lantern and began to walk away.
"Get back here! I'll kill you!" The khal fence lunged after me, but was held back as he tried to leave the vicinity of his stall. I glanced back at him, giving him another grin. "That's the spirit, friend. Make a lot of noise so a guard comes before you can leave. I'll come find you in your cell later, if you like."
They struggled against the bindings of their pact with little success, but in the end, his distress wasn't immediately important. That d'navian was probably dying, and hadn't even sold me his soul yet. If I didn't get to that mansion he was robbing, whoever had just trashed him - probably a guard - would probably finish him off, assuming he didn't bleed to death first. And then the whole pact would have been a waste of time and energy.
However, even if I knew exactly where he was, there was some town between myself and him, and I did not have the luxury time to meander my way there through cross-streets, so I had two immediately obvious options:
-Ignore the terrain and buildings by using obvious magic to bypass them, and potentially break some arbitrary khal law about in-city travel, and probably be seen by multiple guards, who might not be able to stop me, but could potentially be a problem later
-Attempt to ask for directions from a guard, and run there, using the streets. Somewhat less suspicious, but potentially more time consuming, especially if some other slack-jawed law enforcement official tries to stop me to ask why I'm running down the streets in the dead of night.
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