Lien le Storm

You spread some coin around and eventually you get a tidbit from one of the locals:’Did you hear?! Tha new chief Lady in Waiting for tha Queen went toe-ta-toe with Lord Sevoi in a spar and won! I think they said her cousin fought for a bit at her side, but tha’ Count could scarsely touch her! Isn’t he the one that was courtin’ her? Guess he didna like being beaten by a girl!’.

You spread some coin around and eventually you get a tidbit from a talkative fishwife:’Did ya hear? The Count isn’t courtin’ the Lord Orban’s ward anymore! Guess she got fed up with how he was treatin’ her.’.

Time in this public place has allowed you to catch wind of the following rumor:
‘Some woman got flogged for backtalking that Tubori noblewoman! They say she was wearing a whole dress this time, at least, hey? The noble girl, I mean. ‘

You spread some coin around and eventually you get a tidbit from a talkative fishwife:’Didya be hearin’ what was said in Court tha’ other day? One of tha servin’ girls there tol’ me Ma who told me an’ from the lips of the Count of Endridge himself, he said that new Tubori Noble, was pregnant. Yoe know, tha one that’s cousin ta the bard. An’ next thing you know she’s on his arm the -whole- night of tha’ charity ball?!’.

“Maybe you should burn him. Pretty sure eating rats is something demonic horses do.” Lien suggests helpfully to Bryne ab Porter, stepping backwards a couple of paces and gesturing widely towards a shaggy, yellow courser. “I have a lantern with oil, if we douse him well he’ll go up real good.”