[With a snort and a nod, Kanda steps up to the bar and orders one bottle of ale for him and a glass of wine for his morose acquaintance. Drinks in hand he weaves through the bar with practiced ease, gives the area around them a quick sweeping assessment as he sets them down on the table before sliding into the seat across from Fenris.

Taking a moment to consider the other, he finally just sighs in irritation before diving right in.]

The RAC just issued a black warrant to find a Derrish heir. They're looking for a true-born one, but the wording of the warrant is ambiguous enough to leave a door open for people to use... others... with that Land's bloodline. I happen to know someone that fits this category.

[A beat and a sip from the bottle.]

With me so far?