Flies to Honey - part II

As the four adventurers reaches the crest of the slope they are met by the slums of Bravil. Not just a squalid quarter but rather a massive, quilted shack erected infront of the Great Chapel of Mara that stretches across almost the entire major isle of the city. Here Dar'Charrim splits up from the rest of the adventurers to avoid having her cover (read: image) be ruined by the squeamish breton. She scales the side of  a wall that looks least likely to splinter beneath her weight and nimbly jumps across the rooftops. Purely by chance she almost falls into a khajiit skooma den, Dro'Manah is an old suthay-raht among them who seems least addled by the drug. When asked about the helpful, dark-clad strangers he leads Dar'Charrim to a "leprosarium" nearby where one fitting the description visits frequently. The old khajiit feigned letting the young adventurer to enter first and then slipped away. One of the afflicted within corroborates that an elven healer clad in dark robes comes to visit them often, their only visitor. In fact, the leper says she is deeper inside as they speak. But this is where the khajiit's luck runs out as a diseased child grasps her wagging tail and Dar'Charrim reacts by kicking the young child away from her, subsequently being run out of that place.

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Balyn and Einhard instead decides to head straight for the closest brothel and drags poor, innocent Synette with them as they weave and squeeze through alleys and recesses, even walking through a few homes. They finally reach "The Lewd Pauper" which is simply leather and and cloth strung up between a circle of homes and a collection of crates and barrels for seating. The dunmeri madame suffers the blunt advances of Einhard, who then buries his head in her bosom. Despite the treatment she shares that she has heard one person mention favourable treatment of argonians - a drunk who taught nobody would know he was a member of the Bravil Guard if he came to the brother dresses in a canvas sack. In the meantime Balyn comes across other associates of house Dres that have made no effort to hide their brands. The most talkative among them keeps a twelve-year-old nord girl by her long braid and every now and then pauses the conversation to force his into throath, bringing tears to her eyes. The only thing he has to add about the argonians is that denizens of the city should treat them worse, but he reveals a man fitting their vague description came to the establish not more than a glass before.


Now let me ask a question to you, the reader. Who do -you- think the two dark-robed figures are and what are they doing in Bravil? Did the steward have the correct information about them? Reply in the comments!