**He was paid, though no one seemed particularly interested in taking the load of smash shell and bug viscera off of him. If there was anything Ash had in long supply at the moment, it was Click Beetles. If there was a second thing, it was Smashed Click Beetles.**
Man - "He would wander as he pleased, but he seemed to spend most of his time in the Ebony District; it's quite shady there. If you poke around there you may well find an entrance into his hidey-hole."
**The man, who was definitely not a sentinel, spoke up.**
Man - "Yes, as I'm sure you saw the city is quite infested, so we're offering pay for anyone who'll help get rid of them. You might try the Ivory District; I understand that the Illuminating Manuscript is quite overrun."
Man - "Ah, good! The old boy hasn't turned up since the infestation started. Figured we should try and track him down; be sure that he hasn't passed on."
Man - "Hrm? Ah, well, it may as we be. Most official city outposts are a understaffed right now anyway, until this damned beetle infestation is cleared out. What can I help you with?"
**A lot of people currently looked quite official, as several guild heads seemed to have gathered here to coordinate the Click Beetle purge. A bald man with a silver monocle seemed to be vaguely in charge at the moment, however.**
**He was met by a group of rather put out looking guild officials, as bothered by the infestation as all the other Ash residents. Karen was thanked profusely and given 20 gold.**
**The Sentinels have existed in some form in the Alogeans since before the Edge of Memory, and their history has not been a pleasant or peaceful one. When the rest of the Bakaran guilds turned their greedy eyes towards the mountains, the sentinels were the most outspoken critics of the Ash Accord only to have their hands forced when the kindir bartered the ancient city out from under their eyes and the spot of honor within Ash's structure given to the Warriors. This slight continues to be an open wound on the pride of this ancient society.
The Sentinel's guildhall has no true name, members referring to it as "Where The Bodies Are Buried" or "Built Upon Blood" in pointed acknowledgement of the brutal conflicts within the Alogeans the other guilds missed by thousands of years. A mixture of shrine and hunting lodge, Built Upon Blood has become the spot for hunters and survivalists of all stripes to meet before leaving the northern most bastion of civilization within Bakara. It is likewise the final destination for their triumphant return, carrying their hard-won trophies down the Promenade of Pelts to offer up to Bakara Itself. But hunters and trophy-seekers are not the only travelers through the rough-edged, often dangerous Flint District. The Promenade is the only actual route of of the city and into the greater Alogeans, and the Sentinels hold onto this source of influence with all the jealousy of a mountain lion hording a kill.
The only permanent resident of Built Upon Blood is the Grandmaster of all the Sentinels of Bakara: Gant Pendraig, direct descendant of the ancient Pendraig Kings and every inch their successor. An intense, brooding man, Pendraig reviles most aspects of Ash but is nevertheless the most active of all representatives of the Council and the only one to be the actual leader of his society. If Ash must exist, in Pendraig's mind, then it may as well be his throne room.
If the Sentinels could go back and fight more viciously against the Ash Accord, it seems likely they would. But that is done now. Ash is their territory now, and the Sentinels have not lasted this long by simply surviving their territory. They dominate it.**
**They were paid.**
Man - "Yes, as I'm sure you saw the city is quite infested, so we're offering pay for anyone who'll help get rid of them. You might try the Ivory District; I understand that the Illuminating Manuscript is quite overrun."
The Sentinel's guildhall has no true name, members referring to it as "Where The Bodies Are Buried" or "Built Upon Blood" in pointed acknowledgement of the brutal conflicts within the Alogeans the other guilds missed by thousands of years. A mixture of shrine and hunting lodge, Built Upon Blood has become the spot for hunters and survivalists of all stripes to meet before leaving the northern most bastion of civilization within Bakara. It is likewise the final destination for their triumphant return, carrying their hard-won trophies down the Promenade of Pelts to offer up to Bakara Itself. But hunters and trophy-seekers are not the only travelers through the rough-edged, often dangerous Flint District. The Promenade is the only actual route of of the city and into the greater Alogeans, and the Sentinels hold onto this source of influence with all the jealousy of a mountain lion hording a kill.
The only permanent resident of Built Upon Blood is the Grandmaster of all the Sentinels of Bakara: Gant Pendraig, direct descendant of the ancient Pendraig Kings and every inch their successor. An intense, brooding man, Pendraig reviles most aspects of Ash but is nevertheless the most active of all representatives of the Council and the only one to be the actual leader of his society. If Ash must exist, in Pendraig's mind, then it may as well be his throne room.
If the Sentinels could go back and fight more viciously against the Ash Accord, it seems likely they would. But that is done now. Ash is their territory now, and the Sentinels have not lasted this long by simply surviving their territory. They dominate it.**