- Influence
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As it was his at least bi-weekly tradition, Ivo sat down at random shady pub in the Slups. This one was called "The Laughing Well". Ivo wasn't here to laugh nor to quench his thirst. He knew at this place, his connections made him safe. With that, he could just listen, sitting in the corner with mediocre drink. Seemingly busy just drawing while in fact, meticulously memorizing a lot of details. His spot wasn't chosen at random, it allowed him to look over most of the establishment without having to move at all. Also he could hear the conversations behind the thin wall where the most shady deals were made. Truly a perfect spot. One he almost wish he could share with certain someone... maybe someday once they are be free of their duties and expectations upon them.
Albeit to say he was alone would also be wrong. Plenty of beasts came to sit down by his table, even if for just a moment. It was rarely someone who wouldn't know Ivo. He had his small amount of fame still and he was using it to trade. Trade in one and only good that had value beyond any coin or whim. Information, that was the real currency he worked with.
Usually he dealt with simple requests. Someone wanted to know how to enter a certain place, escape routes, alternate paths in and out. Those were the simplest things he dealt with, just because he was most likely the only beast in this town who bothered mapping it all. And with usual lack of deeper thought most of those with such requests had, Ivo got quite good at gathering information from them. Usually they were runners, sent to speak with him and get information for their groups. A bit of tongue pulling and charm was usually enough to learn who sent them. With that, connecting who was doing what job was easy. And that was more than often more valuable than whatever information he was sharing.
And it was due to much smaller yet more lucrative part of his clientele. His fellow spies, albeit ones more prominent in subterfuge than he ever was. They knew him, he knew them. They were aware that he could tell them a lot with no risk of getting captured and wrangled. Yet they knew also his price was high, a secret costed a secret. That was his fare, one Ivo got great at leveraging.
Today so far had already one of those. He just left with information about the heist a gang rivaled to his was planning. He paid in location of his gang base of operations. A fair price, one that Ivo made sure to put upon his sketch to both memorize it and keep it for later. Taking a long swig of his ale, he looked around the room, taking in all that was happening inside again. Somebeasts were playing dice, one of them cheating. There were two brutes harassing a doe. Not something that he liked to see but acting against it would bring more harm than good. All in all just patrons doing their nightly stuff. Nothing out of ordinary really. Which left him thinking, which one of them just waited to get to speak with him now... not that he was that famous but... he wasn't her incognito for sure.
Albeit to say he was alone would also be wrong. Plenty of beasts came to sit down by his table, even if for just a moment. It was rarely someone who wouldn't know Ivo. He had his small amount of fame still and he was using it to trade. Trade in one and only good that had value beyond any coin or whim. Information, that was the real currency he worked with.
Usually he dealt with simple requests. Someone wanted to know how to enter a certain place, escape routes, alternate paths in and out. Those were the simplest things he dealt with, just because he was most likely the only beast in this town who bothered mapping it all. And with usual lack of deeper thought most of those with such requests had, Ivo got quite good at gathering information from them. Usually they were runners, sent to speak with him and get information for their groups. A bit of tongue pulling and charm was usually enough to learn who sent them. With that, connecting who was doing what job was easy. And that was more than often more valuable than whatever information he was sharing.
And it was due to much smaller yet more lucrative part of his clientele. His fellow spies, albeit ones more prominent in subterfuge than he ever was. They knew him, he knew them. They were aware that he could tell them a lot with no risk of getting captured and wrangled. Yet they knew also his price was high, a secret costed a secret. That was his fare, one Ivo got great at leveraging.
Today so far had already one of those. He just left with information about the heist a gang rivaled to his was planning. He paid in location of his gang base of operations. A fair price, one that Ivo made sure to put upon his sketch to both memorize it and keep it for later. Taking a long swig of his ale, he looked around the room, taking in all that was happening inside again. Somebeasts were playing dice, one of them cheating. There were two brutes harassing a doe. Not something that he liked to see but acting against it would bring more harm than good. All in all just patrons doing their nightly stuff. Nothing out of ordinary really. Which left him thinking, which one of them just waited to get to speak with him now... not that he was that famous but... he wasn't her incognito for sure.
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