Inside is not much different. A customer is treated to fairly lavish surroundings for a public house, with foriegn rugs, expensive wines and spirits, and elegant furniture. There are two stories above of tasefully furnished private rooms for guests. There are no public/hostel style rooms.
The proprietor, Collio Mundavai, is an elderly looking halfling with a smile and a speed behind the bar that suggests a man of much more youth. The co-proprietor is a young, gangly man with a sweet face and biggish ears that give him the appearance of honesty and forthrightness that the old nobles that frequent the bar expect from a young man these days.
There is one odd thing that one notices about the place, upon entering. Apart from the old regulars -- smoky old nobles with mustaches and ornate pipes, who sit in the corner and read books -- there doesn't seem to be enough traffic to keep the place going. After dark, when most places light up, the bar is almost always empty except for the two proprietors, who generally sit at a table and play cards until the wee hours. Yet the Fox Boarding House prospers. Perhaps they just like it quiet for their guests...
.oO(Hmm. Verry nice looking. Expensive looking. Ah wonderr what kind of folks stay herre, besides mysterrious masked men.)
*She walks about, looking at as much of the house as might be seen from the shadows near the street. Satisfied for the time being, she finds a good shadow to settle in. Knowing she might be in for a long wait, she pulls out her pipe and weed and lights it to smouldering. She smiles.*
oO. (Bad for buisness, noise is...)
The rogue make his way up to his room.
"Good evening." He says quietly.
Gorin leans on his walking stick, watching the game.
"Ahh, good evening, Mr Risk... Fill a glass from the tap and come sit down. We'll deal you in next round."
Perrin looks up and his pokerface breaks into a smile. His adam's apple bounces as he speaks, nearly causing Lucian to break out into laughter. Not a wise thing to do.
"Evening, Lucian! Don't worry, no-one's winning yet. :D"
oO. (Two different attitudes, yet probably both equally dangerous...)
He fills himself up a glass from the bar then moves over to the table, taking the offered seat. He watches both players and tries to discern their attitudes and way of playing.
"Lucian. There is a person outside smoking a pipe. Been out there all day. Amazing she has so much tobacco, actually."
Mundavai waits, as if what he just said requires an answer. He holds a card in the air, while waiting on Lucian to decide.
"I believe it would be best if we did nothing at the moment. There's nothing to report if she doesn't see anything."
He pauses.
"Besides, she's bound to run out of tobacco soon enough..."
He takes up the cards and begins dealing them out again for another round of gin-rummy. Lucian's hand is horrible, but playable, and the game commences. The cards nearly echo in the eerily empty room. They cause the exposed candle on the table to shiver when they hit the table.
snap... snap... snap...
Interesting that you think she hasn't seen anything, Mr Risk. Why? Is it because you assume that nothing has happened today or because you believe her to be unobservant?
snap... "rummy,"
Like you were, just there...
snap... snap... snap...
.oO(The shadows arre hoourrs gone. No doubt its obvious I'm watchin' the house...)
*She pats her tobacco bag and frowns somewhat. After a few more minutes she decides that perhaps a different vantage might be of use. She stretches, rolls her neck, and putting on a very bored look (which isn't all that difficult at this time) she slowly walks away from the house, kicking pebbles in the street.*
*As soon as she can turn a corner and get out of sight of the house, she doubles back, looking for another spot to watch the house from. She watches the windows to see if anyone is looking for her.*
"A mixture of the two actually. I believe we give the impression that nothing his happening."
.oO(Augghhh! This is wherre Marrroc said teh look! Ah just need teh be patient!)
*She takes a few deep breaths and settles down.*
Ex-actly! It is by design that she has seen nothing. Nevertheless, I think I know who that was outside. I know of only one private detective in the city bumbling enough to smoke while hiding in the shadows. Her name is Brodda. She is a particularly charming young dwarf, with a ridiculous accent.
I tried to recruit her for the Strikers once, but she refused. Rather than do what my predessesors would have done, though, I recognized the unique talents of the individual. I allowed her to stay in her place. Why, Gatchni asked? Because I like someone I can count on to think in one particular way.
Nevertheless, I want you to befriend her. If she picks up any leads that might lead her towards our merry band, distract her, lead her away. If she's the chief detective in the city apart from the bovines at the guard, then we are safe here.
Can you handle it?
.oO(Ah shooulda thought teh brring soomethin' teh nibble.)
*Sigh*
*She turns her head to stretch her neck, looking around as she does. Seeing nothing, she returns her attention back to the house.*
*slowly glances around*
.oO(Is that him? Ah see a scarrf...)
*She continues to watch*
Perrin sits, obviously impressed by the young man's astuteness and inperturbability under Mundavai's steady gaze. Someone knocks at the door, and he gets up to go check on it.
At the entrance is a man whose head is covered in a scarf
From the perspective of Kai
There is a light shining through the wax-fogged window by the door. The tap on the door is met quickly by a young, gangly man with a huge adams apple and a cheery voice.
"Can I help you, sir?"
From the perspective of Brodda
It does appear to be the man she seeks, but she realizes she's about to lose him, albiet temporarily, as the door opens in front of him.
Any rooms available...
.oO(Ah'm suppoosed teh be findin' oout what he's up to!)
*She launches from her hidey spot and "accidentally" bumps into Kai, hoping to knock the scarf from his face.*
"Oops! Ah'm so verry sorrry! What a clumsy dwarrf Ah am!"
When Mundavai gets to the door he is a handsome, middle aged halfling with black, barely greying hair, and brown eyes.
Somehow, to Brodda, his voice is familiar for a faint instant.
Lucien is horrified at the change in Mundavai for a brief second, then thoroughly impressed.
"Madam? Cacsque, help the man to his feet, please. Madam, can we be of service to you?" To Brodda, his tone is earnest sounding, not patronizing at all.
Perrin: So sorry sir. Yes, I'm sure we have a room for you. Won't you come in? I'll pour you some brandy
"Ah'm so sorrry! Please forrgive meh! Ah was in too much of a hurrry and..."
*Her voice trails off as she looks at his mask and sees the sword.*
.oO(Aye. Tis him.)
*She turns back to the men at the door and peers inside, then smiles again at Mundavi.*
"No, no, thank yeh. Ah'll be on meh way as soon as Ah knoow that this poorr man is okay."
Sir, put that away. She didn't mean to and that is not the way to settle it.
"Thank you for your consideration, miss. If you are ever in this part of town again, we welcome you to stay. Would you like an escort home? Depending on where you're going, the streets can be dangerous... Lucien, if you will handle this -- I'm so sorry, madam, but I must attend to our guest."
Lucien approaches the door and blocks Brodda's view as Kai is taken to the bar and given a drink.
Mundavai speaks to Kai, but unbeknownst to them, not entirely out earshot of Brodda as she stands at the door.
"Now, what can we do for you sir?"
I hear you that you may be able to...help me...
*glances back then slightly lowers his tone*
To get into contact with a certain guild.
Looking around at the room and then focusing on the still-present Brodda, the dark-haired halfling says
Perhaps you would allow us to offer you room service, then? On the house, considering the circumstances.
After an hour or so, there is a knock at the door, and the black-haired halfling from downstairs lets himself in.
"Let's talk. You first, if you don't mind."
I want to meet with someone of the Strikers...
Kai slowly pull his hood back welcoming the cool air.
And after that, what are your qualifications?
*tightens his eyes*
Do you mean my motive?
Kai slowly turns his gaze back to the window.
Sometime in the near future, the day will bleed with my vengence. But until then, I must gather my resources and get stronger.
Looking back over to the halfling, he lowers his scarf.
Where else would I go.
And we can help you with your vengeance, I'm sure. But what about after that. Where will your loyalties lie? With us? You cannot simply leave afterwards. As long as we have that understanding...
Betrayal is what did this to me...I despise it.
"Good evening Ma'am. A moment of your time?"
To Kai:
Excellent. You happen to be talking to the Recruiter. I didn't catch your name though, and I still don't know your skills, but we need more people with an attitude like that.
Originally posted by Lucian Risk
Lucian nods, then calmly walks after the dwarf.
"Good evening Ma'am. A moment of your time?"
*Brodda smiles warmly at Lucian, though inside she would rather step on his toes.*
[not that she needs to at this time, but Sense Motive +8, please]
"Lucian, is it? Grrreetin's. What a lovely establishment this seems teh be."
[to Elsewhere]
The names Kai
My skills vary from gathering information to infiltration. I could also excel in assasination if the need be...its much more exciting.
We'll let you stay here tonight, and get you moved down into the second floor tomorrow, if you intend to stay here with us. Is that your plan, then?
It is here that Kai first notices Mundavai's eyes. They are the only thing about him that belies his true thoughts. Steely and cold. They pierce him until he feels a chill run through his spine.
.oO(Were they like that a minute ago, while I was interviewing?) Kai, can't help but think.
I suppose this place would be better than the slums.
*looks down at his tattered clothing than back up at the halfling*
Wouldnt a character like me staying in your boarding house cause...suspicion?
Second. You'll notice that I cater to a particular clientele downstairs. The bar area is inhabited almost entirely by moldy old nobles who like to drink wine, sleep, read books, and most of all stay away from their wives all day. Most are hard of hearing, more than a few are hard of seeing, and still a few after that are as senile as you can imagine.
And last, but not least. You work for us now. We take care of our own here in the Strikers. We'll get you fixed up with some new clothes in a hurry.
*nods*
I understand.
Mundavai "Get some rest"
Mundavai examines Kai's masked face for a second before turning and leaving the room. After some time, Kai pulls his scarf and cloak off. He stares at the bed for a moment before walking to the corner of the room where he sits down and leans up against the wall, dagger in hand.
I can never rest...
oO. (Ughh... the last time I slept in this late was when I had three bottles of wine. I need to remember that I loose a day when I stay up all night.)
He dresses in his grey, woolen clothing. Wincing, he looks out at the warm day.
oO. (It's either that or my acting suit.... and I don't wanna have to wear that unless it is truely nessecary.)
He combs his hair and exits the boarding house.
Better wait...
oO. (What a night....)
Hello Mr Risk. How are things going? Those are rather warm clothes for a day like today, aren't they?
"Good evening, sir. I'm doing quite well and I do have to agree with you. My clothing is quite warm for this sort of weather... however, my current alternatives are somewhat unapealing without an audience.
Lucian's voice drops off a bit.
"I had a chat with our friend this evening. It seems she is looking for employment as a singer."
About mid-morning, the doddering, bitter old noblemen arrive and have a smoke and some brandy to become less bitter, then fall asleep in their lounge-chairs.
They are served by a young and extraordinarily pale girl who looks about twelve. She wears a lenin and silk dress. After she is done, she takes her collection of payment and tips to the kitchen and hands them to Mundavai to put in the safe.
"Here we go."
She is the cook's daughter and he pats her ever so gently on the head, before she sits herself down in a comfy chair away from the sunlit window and snoozes, apparently utterly exhausted. After half an hour or so, Mundavai wakes her up from her catnap and hands her a set of clothes to take to Kai.
"Take these up to the new guy. I'll see him over breakfast."
"Sure thing."
Cook stares directly into the morning sun to check the time, then just shakes his head..
"I neva will understan' why .. you justa don't whipp'em into shape soona than you do,"
"Who wants to waste time training someone who's going to resent you forever? Let them taste it before you take it away. Makes them work hard."
Cook shakes his head, then stares back down at the cast-iron skillet and drops several slices of hard salami and a few eggs in it for Kai. .oO(Daughter's getting worse. Poor girl.)
She arrives at Kai's door and pulls out the broken off handle of a cast iron skillet and raps it on the door a couple of times, jarring his ears.
Just before answering the door, he realizes that his scarf isnt covering his face. He fetches his long and tattered scarf, quickly wrapping it to hide the masked face and opens the door.
"Here you are -- these are for you. Change into the before you come downstairs. What's with the mask? Are you a consumptive?"
Somewhere in the area, maybe, or maybe not. I'll think about what to do with that little bit of information for now. So you befriended her, then? That is excellent.
Anything else to report? Come on in and have breakfast in about half an hour. I'll tell Cook to put some extra on. We have a new recruit I'd like you to meet.
"I have had that thought as well and I propsed that I'd find her something in the area as well. I have befriended her, she is quite talented, I don't think she'll be of use to us without alot of careful manipulation... and I'm sure she wouldn't appreciate it."
Lucian nods his thanks.
"Breakfast sounds wonderful."
Consumptive...?
*he takes the clothing from the girl*
I'll be down...
Kai shuts the door and begins to put on the new clothing. He tosses his old and torn shirt and pants. Before leaving he wraps his tattered cloak around his body and raises the scarf to conceal his face.
*walks downstairs*
Kai is ushered back to the kitchen when he gets downstairs by the girl. Once situated, she falls heavily into her corner chair and begins sleeping almost immedately. Cook walks over and runs his hands through his daughter's hair before serving the gentlemen seated at the table, then shakes his head sadly. He seats himself next to Mundavai with a plate of salami and eggs. Kai sits next to Lucian, his mask resting heavily in the corner of Lucian's vision. Mundavai speaks.
"Morning, Kai. I trust you slept well? This is Lucian Risk, a colleague of yours. You and he may do some work together in the near future, but for now, I want you with Perrin and I. Perrin is the man who saw you in yesterday.
Tareh guessed about right on your size, I see. Always does. She's Cook's daughter -- over there, asleep in the corner."
Kai and Lucian both look at Cook, whose tanned skin and massive bulk hide the heavy wrinkles only slightly now. His hair, what's left of it, is the grey, frizzy hair of an old man who's worked for a living all his life. Hard to imagine a man like that with a daughter so young....
My size?
*pulls his scarf away from his face, letting it sway at his chest*
I appreciate it...
*looks at Lucian and slightly nods*
oO. (That mak will draw attention... and only cause problems. I hope if we work, we do it at night.)
"Good to meet you."
He turns his gaze to the girl.
oO.(That's the second time I've seen her do that...)
*turns his gaze back onto Mundavai*
oO. (Yay, a real charmer.)
He returns to his thoughts.
I'll be with you and Perrin?...What did you mean by that?
I mean that for now, you are not a Striker, much less a master thief of any kind, and you will need a few weeks of intense training to become good at what it is we do here. Lucian here is quite the expert, but I wouldn't want to assign him to teach. That's not his job. But it is mine. And Perrin's whole life has been working with beginners. He prides himself on his ability to do so. So you will work with us on missions to start with, then you will be able to work with others, or on your own.
When you are capable, then you can exact the revenge you long for, but not until then. You understand?
oO. (I'm glad... no babysitting for me!)
He regards Kai.
oO. (A vengance monger... He'll not last long without Striker aid. No wonder he has enlisted.)
I will do whatever it takes...
A few moments pass.
Ive never really focused my skills on thievery. Most of my training up until now has been for combat.
This will be a change...I look foward to it.
"Combat, hm?" The elderly halfling's eyes sparkle. "Tell me about your combat skills. Enforcers we can use, but we prefer a certain amount of... finesse. Indeed, most of the merchants hereabouts pay protection money, and need not worry about being robbed.
"After all, no freelance thief is safe. Not here." His smile carries a dark undertone.
I'm skilled with the sword and long bow...especially in the cover of darkness.
Ofcourse these are only words...actions speak louder.
oO. (Violence is something that should not be embraced. Not only does it leave you with less targets to steal from, it also makes people less likely to surrender.)
Part of what I'm teaching you by taking you along with me is maintaining the face of the Strikers. You (and Kai can tell that Mundavai means him, not just some general you) need patience, purpose, and restraint, or you'll never be more than a thug. Our goal is specifically not to kill people when we don't have to. The more people we kill, the more likely we'll be met with resistance. Combat skills are useful for getting you out of trouble if trouble arises, but tonight, and for the next few, we will focus on keeping you out of trouble. Now I've got some business to take care of. Mr Risk, will you see me in my office in a moment?
Mundavai gets up to walk out of the room.
"Aye, sir."
Lucian leans back and twirls his walking stick around in his hands.
This will be interesting...
*arises from his chair and returns back to his room on the third floor*
oO. (What the heck is wrong with that thing.... He doesn't seem very stable.)
Shrugging Lucian stands up and walks around a little.
How can we instill terror with...reputation.
*begins to clash his swords against each other*
I'd rather instill it with blood.
"Well, what do you think of him, Lucian?"
"Rude, Impatient and slightly imbalanced."
He pauses.
"However, I believe he is good at what he says he is, probably enjoys it as well. He will never be a front man or be an excellent theif. His impatience will prevent him from staking out a joint until he is sure it's safe. I'm not sure he'll wait for his commanders' approval of a job before moving in. He'd make a good member of a clean-up crew."
Well, the real reason I asked you in here wasn't that. It's that he was followed by that detective, Brodda. I want you to snoop around a bit and find out who sent her. I think I know, but I want you to find out, because I think it would be a good exercise for you, and I don't particularly want to be wrong, because the person I suspect is a useful contact on occasion, and I'd hate to up his protection money if he didn't deserve it.
Understood?
oO. (So it is a male... and an information broker. Two useful bits of information.)
"Understood. I also had a question pertaining to Brodda, is there anyone you would suggest asking about hiring her? It would take her attention away from us. Besides, if we put her in a situation of horrible wrongness, she would feel inclined to solve it. I believe we can use that."
Lucian exits and sets out for the Silver Sword.
oO. (My dagger should be reasy now...)
On his way out Lucian checks on the girl to see if she's okay.[/i]
Sorry. Justa that she's a fragile gel.
"Alright sir. I just wanted to see if she was alright.
Lost in thought, Lucian leaves the boarding house.
*pulls his scarf up to hide the mask*
He stops in the main room and looks around. After finding a suitable table in the corner, he moves there and takes a seat.
One morning, finally, there is a soft knock on the door. When he opens it, the young girl Tareh stands there, looking cheerful and bearing little resemblance to the child who sleeps, exhausted, downstairs for most of the day.
"Are you ready to go yet?"
Lets go.
"You can wear your new cloak if you gotta have one, but you're gonna look awful funny. It's warm enough without one."
Shopping...
*turns around and walks to the center of the room*
I don't believe I'm the right person to go with you.
Slowly pulls his cloak off his body, welcoming the cool air. He then pulls his scarf down and turns back to the girl.
You shouldn't be seen with people like me.
Kai frowns as he realizes that he's actually talking to this girl in a manor he's not suited too.
Aren't you...afraid of me?
She pauses.
"And good grief, why should I be afraid of you? Even if you did try something, all I'd have to do is scream. They'd kill you, I suspect."
Her blue eyes glint mischievously.
"So come on. You've had long enough relaxing here; time to begin your training.
"And the first thing you're going to do is take me shopping in the marketplace. No better cover than going around with a pretty little girl, now is there?"
She flutters her eyes at him.
Training...
*lightly touches his mask*
You don't want to know why I wear this.
So what do you suggest is...less distinctive?
)"Something that doesn't look like you're ready for the Night of the Spirits all the time? I dunno, surely there's something that would make you look like you're got a face under there instead of just a skull."
She shrugs.
"Maybe we can find something today? If we don't, you'll always be stuck on assignments where no one can possibly see you; you stick out too much.
"Anyway, I'll be ready to go whenever you are. Perrin's already in the square. He's observing, today, along with his usual tasks."
Kai's eyes drain from color once again as he nods and puts on his new cloak. He then throws his scarf back around his face to hide the mask and steps to the door where the young girl stands.
This mask can't leave my face until Iv'e reached my goal...its a part of me now.
*looks down at Tareh*
Im ready.
She nods solemnly.
"I understand. If it's part of you, you can't take it off, any more than I could look my age if I wanted to."
She leads the way downstairs.
[to the Market Square]
.oO( How old is she?)
Kai quickens his pace to match Tarehs as they make their way to the marketplace.
oO. (May I never end up like that.)
Lucian quietly searches the room for some sign of Mr.M
"Hello, Mr. Risk. How fares the world of man?"
"The same as it always does. The purses hang loosely, and the people rude. I had a question."
Mundavai looks up from his books, then at the light outside and decides to go get a candle to work by. He is listening the whole time, but Lucian pauses while Mundavai searches for the candle. He sits back down and looks up.
Yes?
Mundavai looks up from his books, then at the light outside and decides to go get a candle to work by. He is listening the whole time, but Lucian pauses while Mundavai searches for the candle. He sits back down and looks up.
Yes?
"I was wondering if you'd heard of anyone seeking musicians... and I haven't seen anything of Brodda... surprising for a bard."
"I was looking for a job for Brodda, something to keep her occupied, away from us and leaving me free to do research."
My only suggestions are that the local inns other than this one may want a musician at different times of the month, and that when you are feeling pressed by her, you can use the weight of the group to pressure any of the inns in town to endure a dwarven bard's singing for a few nights to lend yourself some time.
If I think we can use her to distract people at a prominent event that we can take advantage of, I will put you in contact with the person coordinating the entertainment. You can act as her "talent" agent if you like.
Do those possibilities suit you?
"That would be most agreeable to me, thnk you for your time."
oO.(She was out of town? Oops... hmm.)
"Thank you sir."
oO.(Hopefully something better suited to mym abilities. Avoiding Kai would be good as well... If he's as reckless as he seems I'll be gone as soon as a set to work.)
"If you'll excuse me sir."
Lucian makes his way to bed.
oO. (Stupid cold, being sick is bad for buisness. I'll getout and talk to some people.)
Lucian dresses and exots.
oO. (I'll have to work the other inns for information.)
oO. (I need to get some more jingle to my money pouch... There really isn't that much there.)
Lucian dresses slowly, disdaining his black skin-tight jacket and tight black pants with beads.
oO. (I hate those so much... Restricting, Loud and revealing. Bleh.)
Lucian walks to the door where his walking stick rests. He gives it a twirl when he picks it up, testing its already familliar weight and ballence. Throwing his left leg back with a grunt, the theif does the spilts part way, keeping his left hand behind his back he makes figure eights infront of himself with his club. oO. (Make yourself as small as possible.)
Sliding his left leg up, he stops twirling the club and it falls lightly to his right hip, ready to attack. (Appear not to be a threat, blend in and be like everyone else.).Oo
(Have many appearences, or just your own. Take someone elseses if you have too. Or even better, be someone totally unrecognizable.)Oo. Lucian removes the dagger forged for him by Aramil, and shines it. When finished, he examines his appearence. Neither short or tall. Thin or fat. Rich or poor. Elven, or Human. Lucian can be whatever he needs to.
Lucian slides the dagger back into the seath and exits the boarding house.
"Well sir. I've made a little progress. I've found out she resides at Mrs.Weatherby's Boarding House, but doesn't spend all that much time there. I checked out the inns and she seemed to visit Nobody's over all others. Currently she is out of the city with the Hermy Woodholme and friends. Apparently she is with Hermy's minstrel Minto.
I had a chat with Marroc, the owner of Nobodies and he seems to like Brodda, says she doesn't come in too often."
"Actually... no. It seems that Brodda usually doesn't reveal anything about herself that often. I've tried getting her drunk, but well... She is a dwarf..."
"Three diamonds," he says to his cronies at the table.
Lucian looks passively at the game.
"I'm sure you can find a way to do that, if that's what the task requires," the halfling says.
"You need not spend all your time on this job, of course," he adds mildly. "If you can find out who sent her here, do so; if you can keep this self-appointed investigator busy chasing after red herrings, so much the better. Feel free, however..."
He pauses as the bidding finishes, laying out his cards in front of him for his partner to play as the dummy hand.
"...to spend time on other things. Particularly while this bard is out of town, it would be a pity to let your talents go unused."
"Agreed. Are there any promising targets at the present time?"
oO. (Need to keep in top shape and make sure I'm not rusty.)
The young human's eyes flick up to meet Lucian's with a small grin, but he quickly returns his attention to the game.
"You're welcome, of course, to look out for a task you think would be suitable, on your own account. You've been with us long enough to know who, and what, to avoid, as well as what to look for.
"Otherwise... You're a good front man. Make contacts in the community as opportunities arise. Maintain respectability in public. And I'll let you know, soon, if we have a task for which your talents would make you an asset."
"It'll be my pleasure. If you'll excuse me, I have a bit of planing to do."
Lucian bows slightly and makes his way back to his room. It is small and cozy, and very sufficient. Everything is laid out neatly. Lucian removes his sweater and lays down on the cot, green eyes closed in thought.
oO. (It'd be best if I found a good target first. Get to know exactly how this is going to work.)
"Salt?"
Lucian removes the bag from the salt and heads to his room, taking a handful of salt with him. oO. (Just what I need..)
Entering his room, Lucian scatters the salt on the floor infront of his door then spreads it out in a thin layer. Moving at a relaxed pace he throws his walking stick on his bed and starts seeing what he has 'collected'
Lucian rolls off his beg and grabs the sack of silver. Quietly, he heads down into the bar, careful not to disturb the salt on his floor. He doesn't see Mundavi around yet so he pours himself a scotch and props his feet up on a nearby stool. Sipping his drink cautiously, Lucian awaits his boss' arrival.
"Veal," she says in explanation.
"Took him to Rejert's, did you?" the red-faced cook asks.
Tareh nods simply, and returns to address Kai once more.
"That's not the only place, of course, but it's one of the access points. A safe place, and all you need to know how to find right now. You do think you can find your way back all right?"
She smiles a little.
"I'd expect an assignment in a few days. I think you're ready."
*removes the scarf around his face and touches the mask*
I'll need another long sword...
Reaching into his pocket, Kai pulls out a small sack and weighs it. He then tosses it next to the weapons and takes a seat on the bed.
Is this...really worth all the trouble...
*grabs the dagger from his belt and slightly taps the blade on the mask*
oO. (He doesn't get it does he? He's going to kill me whether he knows it or not.)
Lucian pours himself an ale and another glass of the brew. He sips his drink nervously, his hands shaking slightly. Frustrated, Lucain puts the glass down on the counter.
oO. (What is with me? I can break into a building under guard, but I can't face the local bully? What am I twelve?)
Lucian props his face up in his hands, rubbing his eyes for all the excitement of the day he seems more frightened than exhausted.
oO. (I have four daggers on me and my crossbow. The crossbow will do me no good in confined quarters though. What am I thinking? If I attack him he'll gut me for sure. If he doesn't Mundavi will.)
Lucian quickly runs his hand under his sleeve and around his boots, feeling the comfortable weight of his daggers. He looks at Aramil's dagger hanging from his waist.
oO. (I'm ready as I'll ever be. Time to have a chat with our stranger. )
Lucian takes his glasses up to Kai's room and knocks on the door.
.oO( It must be Tareh)
Kai sheaths his long sword, and hides his dagger back on his belt. He takes a look at the short sword resting on his bed for a moment.
.oO( She will know where I can get a new weapon)
He steps toward the door and answers it to find Lucian, a visitor not expected or welcomed. His blank stare shows no emotion as he stands at the door waiting for an answer to the visit.
oO. (Or He may just gut me anyways...)
"I was wondering if you wanted an ale. It's quiote good and I happen to have one right here."
I'd rather not...
The elf looks up and slowly slides his fingers along the contours of his mask.
One cannot enjoy a drink with a companion such as myself.
*lets his hand fall and examines Lucian's face*
*takes a step back from the door, allowing entrance to his room*
What is you want from me?
"I didn't want to enjoy it with you. I wanted you to try and enjoy something, show some sort of feeling beyond mindless hate."
Lucian sips at his ale.
"Actually, it's that same mind-less hate that I wanted to talk to you about. In this buisness it will get you killed."
Death doesn't frighten me.
*turns his head back to Lucian*
If your worried about my state of being, than I advise you to change the subject.
*clenches his fist*
Whatever the guild wishes for me to do, will not affect my own goal. I only hope they ask me to kill a few deserving people.
"Worried about you? I dont' care a crooked copper about you. What I am concerned about is my own well-being. If you act rashly we will be caught and killed."
It would be in your best interest to have my anger directed to somebody else.
*relaxes his jaw*
Your inability will be more of a hinderance than anything I have to offer.
The silence seems to last forever, as Kai looks upon Lucian. The color of his eyes seem to drain as Lucian stares back at him.
Is there anything else...
"Your anger is the least of my worries. Considering that I am a member of this guild and you are new here I would advise you to watch your step."
Lucian switches into passible elven. and begins to circle around Kai slowly.
" Mon amie, I am more capable at deception than you can imagine. It is an art. As is tact. Both of these you seem to be lacking. I didn't come here to annoy you, as unusual as it may seem or threaten you. That job belongs to others."
Lucian leans against a wall and sips at his beer.
"What I came here to do is offer a preposition. You listen to me and I will advise you on courses of action and dealings with others. I plan, and you will act. Call it a partnership of sorts."
I see now...
The elf moves toward the bed where his short sword rests. He lightly brushes the blade, running his hand down toward the grip.
Is your proposal of a partnership the guilds asking or your own?
"We have a task for you, my lad," he says, his fingertips meeting each other to form a mountaintop of his hands. "A spot of enforcement.
"There's a baker, Wendel by name, who... information says he's not been paying his full protection fee. He's paying, mind you, but not as much as he should be, relative to what he's making."
The halfling's smile seems almost predatory.
"He needs to be reminded that it's harder to get away with underpaying us than to get away with underpaying his taxes to the city and the king.
"You're going to be the one to do that reminding."
His wolfish smile grows broader.
"I'll leave the choice of methods up to you, but do remember that a dead man does no business. If that's the only way to get through to him, so be it; but his transgression is small enough to require only a reminder, if that is all he needs to see the light."
Mundavai describes for Kai the location of the bakery, on the thin edge between the "respectable" parts of town and the slums, and waits for any questions the elf may have.
Do you have any information on the baker...like family or pets?
He sighs.
"Probably why he thought he could get away with this.
"Pets... probably a cat, or several, but they'd more likely be working cats, catching rats that would eat the man's wares, than beloved pets. No dog to alert them to an illicit entrance, if you were worried about that."
*turns away from Mundavai and rest his hand on the door handle*
I'll need a night to watch his activity...
*turns the handle and leaves Mundavai's office*
Lucian reaches to his waist hand brushing his dagger.
"you may be oblivious to the ways of the theif but your not stupid Kai. I think you can figure that our on your own."
Lucian tenses slightly.
"There is no consequence to your choice. I just want you to know."
The elf looks upon and takes a few steps toward Lucian. Kai leans foward and quickly slams his hand againts the wall nearby Lucians head.
Lucian, know this...I am nobody's puppet, the day you decieve me will be you last.
Kai steps back and takes a seat on his bed. With eyes closed he sits there contemplating. After a few moments he opens his deep green eyes with no hate or pain and looks up to Lucian.
With this new partnership, do we notify each other about our missions?
"Of course Kai, but on a like note, your terms are my terms."
As Kai walks away, Lucian barely resists gagging and his hands shake. He grabs his ale with both hands, careful not appear perturbed. oO. (He really will kill me....)
"We shouldn't contact each other, that way we wot trip eachother up while talking top boss. If you need advice you can ask me though."
Agreed
After recieveing his new assignment.
OOC: Thought I might jump ahead
After leaving Mundavai's office, Kai notices Lucian sitting back at the bar.
.oO( Maybe he might be of some use)
Kai walks towards Lucian and sits at the bar. Without turning his head he speaks to Lucians in a low tone.
Lets see how well this partnership works...
"I take it you've been given an assignment?"
*lightly raises his scarf over his metalic mask*
A baker seems to be low on his protection payment...Im going to remind him.
*tilts his head*
I have something in mind...
(Whisper))"Sounds interesting..."
(Normal)"Sounds like a good day for a walk. Care to join me in going to the Lich?"
Elsewhere
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Elsewhere.
Lucian enters the boar4ding house and makes his way up to his room quickly.
oO. (I hope Kai appreciates how much I hate this....)
Lucian steps over the salt on his door step after determining that none have entered. He makes his way to a box underneath his bed. He takes the box with him disdainfully to the wash chamber.
He scrubs his skin hard, removing the traces of dirt around his figure, his alter ego wouldn't tollerate dirt to tarnish his figure. He washes his alredy clean hair to ensure no dirt has crept in. With a groan, he opens the box.
Inside the box is an tunic of off-white beige material. The top is very tight and it's neckline is very low. Along the seams of the arms are cork toggles attached with leather. Sighing with dismay, Lucian struggles into the top.
The pants are much worse. They are as tight as the shirt, but made out of bright red leather with the same cork toggles along the sides.
With the outfit come his boots that come up to the middle of his thigh. He kicks off his slipper like shoes and eases his feet into the boots.
Lucian draws one of his daggers from his folded sweater and examines his image in it's surface.
oO. (What I do for this guild.... I am still missing something though.)
Lucian splashes some water on his hands and runs it through his hair, causing it to spike up after some careful adjustments. After his transformation is complete, Lucian exits the wash chamber and places his favoured outfit under his bed.
After he examines himself yet again, Lucian exits the room. He has already taken up the attitude of a stuck-up artsy-type.
He exits the fox, his boots hitting out the steady rhythm usually caused by his walking stick.
Elsewhere
Joseph walks hesitantly over to the counter.
"Hello, my name is Joseph Kell, I was wondering, is there was a vacancy?" he askes.
"I'm afraid not."
He looks Joseph up and down.
"Most of our rooms are permanantly occupied. Have been for years."
"How about a little wager? You flip this coin," Joseph starts as he pulls the magic gold piece out of his pocket, "and if I can call it in the air, try to find me a vacant place to stay. If I'm wrong, I'll reimburse you for your time with this coin." He offers the magic gold piece.
"Afraid I ca't just kick people out of their rooms . But I'll tell you what."
"If you can call it in the air, I'll buy you a drink. If you guess wrong, well then you can buy me one."
"Sound fair to you?"
She finds a semi-secluded spot between two buildings across the street. She ducks into the small alley and, taking a deep breath, gathers her thoughts and begins to chant in her native tongue. With a few waves of her hand and wrigging of her fingers, she tries out her newest spell.
.oO(Well, lets see how well this worrks!) :D
To the appearance of all, a dirty and fat, homeless male halfling exits the alley and takes up residence resting against a few barrels, just down the street from the Fox where the front door can clearly be seen. Brodda tucks her bag behind one of the barrels and makes herself at home, watching the Fox for the Masked Man.
[Cast: Disguise Self. Disguise check is now +13]
The lanky young man gets up and walks to the door and opens it.
He stretches and then takes a deep breath of the clear air outrside of the ihouse.
.oO(He dooesn't look familiarr. What's he dooin'? Just standin' therre by the looks of it.)
She continues to silently watch.
.oO(Whew! Alrright now, give meh soomethin' else teh look at.)
As she sits waiting, she contemplates the pipe in its pouch, but resists the temptation.
Joseph nods. "Sounds fair enough."
He waits for the man to flick the coin in the air.
[OoC: Joseph will call, "Heads"]
He nods as Joseph calls out "heads".
"Heads it is then."
The coin lands on the floor just as the other man lopens the door.
The halfling calls out to him. "Let me know if ya see that rat out there again! It's bad for buisness to have rats around."
The coin lands on the floor with the heads showing.
Joseph bends over to pick up the gold coin after a reasonable amount of time.
"So how about that drink?" Joseph askes with a grin.
"Here you go, Enjoy it."
The halfling hands Joseph the glass and then starts back towards the table.
"No rats. At least not that I could see. There was a mouse out there though."
"Should I find the cat?"
He listens to the conversation and begins to suspect they aren't actually taking about a rodent problem.
[Sense Motive +5, trained]
The lanky man lays down a few cards on the table.
"As small as they normally get when they are adults."
"What color was it?"
"Mouse colored. Nothing special. If it was a red mouse or a green mouse I'd be much more excited wouldn't you think?"
I"I would hope."
The halfling puts a pair of cards down on the table.
"Very plain looking mouse. Almost too plain. For this neighborhood."
The halfling looks at Joseph for a second. And then watches the lanky man draw a card.
"Too plain? Well maybe the cat might be needed then. "
The halfling looks at Joseph and clears his throat. "If you are interested in another drink, I'd be willing to give you another for a small favor."
"The house cat is outside somewhere, and I don't dare go outside to find it."
"My friend here might look at my cards." He laughs, as does the lanky man. "Do you think you might be able to go outside and see if you can find it?"
"It goes by the name, Brimble."
A very pale girl gets up from a chair and hustles into the kitchen and from there the sounds of a door being opened can be discerned.
The halfling looks at Joseph again.
"What do you say? Do me this favor, and I'll keep you in mind if a room ever opens up."
"I really don't like rodents."
She's not sure, but it seems the girl may have glanced at her quickily before she left.
"Sure, I'll go check," he says. "Does your cat answer to its name?"
"It's a cat. What do you think?"
Joseph rolls his eyes as he heads outside to look for Brimble.
.oO(Damn. They'rre suspicious. What seems teh be a mostly quiet house has had two people step ooutside, both glancing meh way.)
She chuckles to herself.
.oO(Suspicious people usually have rreasonse forr bein' suspicious. Ah shoould keep an eye on this place afterr Ah've foound Marrroc's 'friend'.)
She considers the girl.
.oO(Do Ah follow herr orr wait forr soomethin' else? She's not who Ah'm lookin' forr.)
She watches the girl move down the road.
.oO(If Ah follow herr, Ah'll have rrevealled mehself, if they're lookin'.)
She considers her options as the girl disappears from sight.
.oO(Ah'll stay and wait.)
She lets her head loll forward, feining sleep, though all of her senses are acutely aware of her surroundings.
What are they talking about that is so important that they wanted to send me outside like a fool? You have to find out what is going on here Patches.
There is no cat out here.
Who is that halfling?
Joseph walks across the street to inspect the sleeping kender.
She remains still, feigning sleep. When she hears footsteps very close to her, she shifts, snoring loudly like the drunk males from her clan.
She keeps her senses quite alert in case any sudden movements are made.
Is this the rodent they were talking about? Must be, there is no way the upper class would allow the homeless to camp out in their alley ways.
Joseph touches the coin in his pocket. I wonder.
Joseph looks within himself as he says a few hushed magical words as a wave of green energy washes over his eyes.
[ooc: Joseph cast detect magic]
Joseph looks at the halfling for a period to allow the spell to cycle up to its full potential.
.oO(What's he dooin'? He's been standin' therre too long!)
She tenses her body and rolls into the person standing above her, attempting to knock him from his feet, distracting him from whatever he is doing. Then she grabs her bag and, taking a moment to get a good look at him, she turns and dashes away.
"What the...?" Joseph curses as he hits the ground.
Joseph is quick to roll to the side and draws his sword as he gets up, but the "halfling" is gone.
The young bard quickly covers his sword under his cloak while he rechecks his surrounding while he covertly puts his longsword away.
Joseph quickly returns to the Fox Boarding house.
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"I couldn't find your cat," Joseph confesses.
"That's a shame. I like to watch him toy with the dirty things."
"Well heres your drink."
"Enjoy."
The halfling hands Joseph the glass and returns to his card game.
Joseph straightens up and walks back over to the counter as he sips the second glass of brandy.
"Or for them to have a bit of magic on them. We aren't all legitimate buisness men. Some halflings fancy themselves thieves or other such nonsense. Have you checked your pockets for any missing coin.""
"And what makes you so sure we were being spied on? I'm sure somewhere theres a big demand for the sleep schedules of old gentlemen, but I don't think its around here."
The halfling slaps some cards on the table. "Rummy."
Joseph takes another sip of brandy.
The human shuffles the deck of cards.
"Though usually the alley in this neighborhood doesn't make for the best bed."
Joseph walks towards the exit.
[OoC: I'm allowing time for a person to interrupt his action]
"Well Mister Kell, it was nice meeting you.."
"Perhaps I'll see you again sometime."
Mundavai goes back to concentrating on his card game.
He exits.
What the hell is going on here...
[To Elsewhere]
Lucian smoothly sits in an empty table, watching the comings and goings for at least an hour. The charm turning hand over and over in his hand. His brilliant green eyes are misty.
oO. (Mother... Father... where are you? I wish I knew.)
After putting his feet up on another chair, Lucian falls asleep, charm in hand.
oO. (I'm very glad Kai didn't see that....) Lucian thinks with a smirk.
Cracking his knuckles, Lucian looks up out the window to see a grey sky. oO. (Mother told me about the goddess... What was she trying to get me to understand?)
Lucian gets to his feet and exits the boarding house, His cane tapping out a steady rhythm.
*closes the blinds*
How long shall I wait...
[To Elsewhere]
The girl can be irritating...
After dressing himself, Kai moves downstairs and makes his way to the common room where he sits in the corner staring off into the fireplace.
oO. (What a day...)
"Hey! Pretty-boy!"
Lucian makes his way over to the counter, and takes a note from the waiting hand of the barkeep. Gracing the lummox with a sneer, The half-elf takes the note silently.
Lucian,
Seeing as you have been so 'busy' lately with that half-elven girl, your other duties have fallen behind. The job I need for you to do is usually given to younger officers but you'll have to do. Take the attached note to Westwaters. Show it to Lord Warrich. he'll know what to do.
Lucian groans and goes to his room and gathers his crossbow and backpack before departing.
.oO( I'll rest for now...)
.oO( I feel tired...)
.oO(There he is.)
The end of the walking stick pushes down against the floorboards and the half-elf is off! Moving silently across the room, Lucian presents the package.
"About time."
"The atmosphere was less than plesant than usual."
'No problems, I assume?"
"None that you'll hav to worry about sir!"
"You Know that's what I like to hear."
"I'm quite partial to the expression myself."
A silence passes between the two.
"If you don't want to be messenger boy, you'll have to be around more."
"I.."
"If you want a day off let me know."
"I understand."
Mundavi turns back to his cards, Lucian truns back to the door.
.oO(Nowhere like home)
The half-elf leaves and departs for Nobody's
oO. (I need to make some cash to show boss I'm worth my weight.)
He stalks the streets towards the market.
[To Elsewhere]
"Boss, I have news."
"You know of Hermy the hero? Well it appears in a few days time there will be a party in the halfling quarter. Most of the quarter is supposed to show up."
Lucien 's cards are all the same suite except for one. Three, two, ten, and queen of clubs and the ace of hearts.
"Do you plan on going solo or do you think you'll need help? I don't want to score at too many houses, the amount of attention that would draw would be more trouble then what we can get would be worth."
.oO(Got an ace high.... If I'm luck I could go flush.)
"I think I could do houses solo... but if I'm lifting pigeons than I could probably work well with a performer."
He stares at his cards.
"Any wilds?"
Mundavi places his cards face down on the table and looks at the other two players. "Do you have a performer in mind?"
Lucian keeps his hand close to his face and drops the ace, face down on the table.
"Or maybe one of our own, or some new player."
Perrin nods. "I raise three."
The halfling looks to Lucien. "It's your call."
"In this game and at the party."
Mundavi looks at his card laying on the table.
"You might want to rethink the dwarf though. From what I hear she's practically a member of that Silver Sword organization. And you can be very confident they will be a presance at that party."
"And equally confident at least a few of them will be alert."
"You don't want to have to watch your back from your accomplice as well as from them."]
"I don't suppose you have any potentials that are willing to give it a try, do you? I'm sure Kai would be please to help, but somewhat lacks the required skills."
Hearing her name, the cooks daughter sits up in her chair and looks at the table. Perrin smiles at her and then taps on the table in front of Lucien.
"You going to bet or what?"
"What talents do you have in this area?"
He draws another card from the deck and flips it over, face up. Jack of club
Two more gold to stay in, Risk."
Perrin grins and shakes his head. "Three."
The halfling nods. Correction. Three."
"What is your plan then. Just roam the crowd and pick an east target? Or do you have saomething more clever in mind?"
"I'm not much for gambling. I like my options clear. If I can create some sort of spectacle I can get people focused in one place. Easy pickings."
Mundavi nods his head. and taps his cards.
"Why risk creating the spectaclt yourself? I'm sure there will be plenty there you can take advantage of."
"Ah. I don't suppose you mind if I join in then."
Lucian adds his coin to the pile.
"If I create the spectacle, then I have some measure of control over it. If it is something that I haven't planned for, escape methods aren't going to be possible to plan."
"Five more gold to see my cards."
Perrin frowns and tosses his cards on the table. "To rich for my blood. If you are that confident in cards you haven't looked at yet, I'm going to agree with you."
Mundavi shrugs. "Sometimes you just have to trust that fate will give you what you need to win. Cards and life are similiar that way."
"Are you still in Risk?"
"I'm in."
Lucian holds the pair of dice in his pocket, hoping for some of the mother's luck.
"Of course. Sometimes you have to give fate a hand or too."
"You owe me fourteen gold Risk. I'm sure you'll get enough at that party of yours to cover it."
"If you keep your eyes open a bit wider then you did in this game."
Mundavi picks up the deck and shuffles it.
"The next card is a eight of diamonds."
Sure enough, when the top card is flipped over, it is the red eight.
"I should know better than to play against a master."
.oO (Of theives, liars, cheats, scoundrals, Bloody hell. There goes a month worth of work.)
"I'm going to head off to bed. Goodnight."
The theif excuses himself and colapses in an exhausted heap on his bed.
"Garic's gonads that was a bad call."
There is a note attached to it.
"Use this to set up what you need to get the job done.
I've taken what you owe me out of it. If you need more you are on your own.
Shadow
The bag contains 16 gold.
Kai walks into the Fox, his mood dark after having his first encounter with Fern. He slowly makes his want into his room where he sits down in the corner and loses himself in deep thought.
Present time
The elf opens his eyes after a well needed rest. He gets up and makes his way to the common room where he takes his place at his regular table.
.oO( The same...)
.oO. (I should know better than that! He always wins.)
Lucian makes hi9s way doen into the dining room, noticing Kai.
"Morning!"
The elf looks up at Lucian and slightly nods his head.
Morning...
After a moment, he turns his gaze back to the window.
You seem a little...chipper today. I'll assume you have a date with a female...that or you get to do something fun.
With his eyes narrowed, he glaces sideways at the half-elf.
"Something better actually. I owe Boss gold and am currently working on a plan to get it back."
The theif puts his arms behind his head.
"You wouldn't happen to know any bards who aren't members of the Silver Sword would you?"
I don't know any...
He slowly draws his longsword from it scabbard, thinking of anyone he may have missed. Suddenly with a loud clang, he slams the sword back into scabbard when an "old friend" comes to mind.
But I do know someone who might.
While he quietly taps his sword, he looks back over at Lucian.
You may already know him, if so then be sure to guard your tongue around him. It would'nt be a surprised if he already knows what you do for a living. He specializes in information, he can be a powerful friend but he does remind me of a double edge blade at times...
Kai frowns when he realizes he has been so open mouthed with Lucian, speaking to him as if they had been talking for years.
.oO( When did I get so comfortable around him...)
His name is Marroc, the owner of Nobody's Inn.
Kai regards Lucian for second before speaking again.
I will help you if you need any assistance.
"Marroc's an information dealer?"
.oO(What did I say to him over those drinks?)
"I guess that isn't too surprising considering he's a bartender."
The elfling rolls his hand over his walking stick.
"I really do appreciate your offer of help, perhaps you could help me with this plan. Midway through the festival, two rival bards appear. Each 'hired" to perform in the same spot at the same time. Knowing bards, they'll raise enough and long enough a scene for us to clear out the pockets of those there.
He shrugs before leaning foward, eyes intent on some unseen object on the table.
I'll go with you to Marroc's if you decide to speak to him...
"I have spoken with him before, but I would appreciate your company."
The theif offers him a hand up.
Well lets go then.
With a nod he moves away from Lucian towards the front door of the establishment.
[Elsewhere]
Lucian enters the Fox, humming cheerily but quickly stops when he makes it inside. He leans on his club and looks about for Mundavi. After spotting his boss, he makes his way over with the slow tap of his walking stick and swish of his oversized clothing
"Got it."
"Did you have any problems?"
"No problems at all. Just remind me to avoid him for a while. And I'll pass on this round, thanks."
[2 armbands, 24 gp, 68 sp, 220 cp and 4 vials]
While tightening the drawstring on his pack, he explains to Mundavi where he's been for the past couple of days and the upcoming mission Jace and Darkar asked him to join. After giving his short debrief, in his usual emotionless voice, he takes a seat.
.oO(Wow.... that's alot of gold. And he didn't even Risk getting taken in by the guard.)
"Very impressive Kai."
"He got a personal audience with one of the main Jackals did he? And you've been invited along, We might be able to use that to our advantage. Try not to ostracize them. Friends in high places makes for good tools."
He turns his gaze to Lucien while flipping over a card. "You wouldn't happen to have any useful connections we can take advantage of do you?"
"Not really... actually no."
.oO(He's in with the Jackals? He has the tact of a run-'way cart....)
He forces himself to sit up straight.
"Shall I see if I can do some linking? The people I know now seem to be more of Nobody's calibre rather than the palace."
.oO(Except Esmet and Brodda. I wonder whatever happened to them?)
"Especially the halfling who runs that place. Watch your step around him. Theres more to him then meets the eye."
He flips over a few more cards.
"You are a fine lifter Risk, but our organization is full of fine lifters."
"Wether you choose to make yourself more valuable to the organization is up to you. There is always a need for footsoilders."
First of all, he's not my friend. Second, if you wanted connection to the Jackals or the Silver Sword, you could have asked me. I've been...involved with them in the past.
He then glances at Lucian, then returns his gaze back to Mundavi.
If you don't have Lucian doing anything of importance at the moment, then I may be able to take him along. He's better with people then I am...especially since you don't want me to "ostracize" myself to them. He says blandly.
,oO(I really don't want to be a footman.)
"I don't have any projects on the go right now, I'll help you out if it's alright with you sir."
"What can you offer him?"
"Have you evr killed anyone Risk? Sir Shadowood has quite the reputation as a warrior, Kai isn't a stranger to death I believe, and his 'not a friend' seems to be a warrior as well."
"Will you be willing to kill if the need calls for it?"
"And what else can you offer? As I said, those three at least are expieranced killers. They should be able to handle that themselves."
.oO(You never ask the easy questions.)
"No. I have never killed another. I am however, more than able to take care of myself in combat."
He points out a few dents in his walking stick.
"Besides, if the others are all formidable warriors, they'll need someone with stealth to scout up ahead. In addition to that, unless they have some really heavy training, I'll be able to take care of traps and other obstacles in the way that they couldn't manage."
The theif looks Mundavi in the eyes.
.oO(My prayers are my buisness alone. Don't make me bring them up.)
"Sitting around all day shuffling paperwork isn't the best way to keep those skills fine tuned."
The halfling flips over a few more cards.
"If Kai can get you in on it then the better for us. I suspect your observational skills are a bit better then his anyhow. And any inside information we can get would be a boon."
"Good. Thanks."
He looks over to Kai.
We have two options...both with Jace involved. You can either "accidentally meet" him somewhere and get acquainted. Or I can introduce the both of you personally.
The elf leans back and looks up to the ceiling.
Option one sounds best to me...that way you won't be suspected as being associated with me in anyway. I'm not sure how much Darkar knows about me but there's always been bad blood between us, even before he became a "hero". A little bit of anger is noticed in his voice as he says the last word.
I don't think he'll ever get over Anaya...but that was a different life...in any case, what do you two think. If you don't like either options, I can just take you along without telling them. I highly doubt they will say turn you away.
"I think it would be best if we were open about this with him. I think, if he's anything like the guard, they get angry more about being decieved than anything else."
He looks back and forth.
"Well about some things of course. Shall we go talk to him?"
To the Silver Sword then...I'm not exactly sure how they will receive me though...
Kai then leaves the boarding house.
[To SSAG]
[Silver Sword.]
The meeting place for the mission will be at Darkars office in two days time. Horses are going to be a good idea. You may be able to double up with someone else but do not count on this.
Sincerely
Jace Cornwall
"I'm in. I'll be leaving in two days. Do you hink we'd be able to get a pair of horses?"
"I'd try them."
"Thanks."
.oO(Wasn't worth the breath. I don't have the coin on me now and I don't want to borrow from him. I'll walk it.)
The theif exits to the market, adjusting his stride to take in his new sword.
The halfling scowls as Perrin throws down a good hand.
Where's my cut...I'm going to need it.
[20 gp, 30 sp, 100cp, 2 armbands, 4 vials]
After placing the last vial in his pack, he moves back towards Mundavi.
Lucian has been picked up...we go in two days. We're going to need horses.
"Like I told Risk, try Sanders in the market square."
"He'll give you a bit of a discount if you mention that they are for guests of the Fox."
"Do not threaten him, Kai, if the discount isn't enough for you. Need I say more?"
[Market Square]
I need to get out of here, I'll be living my life and one day It'll end in blink like it did for Kai or I'll end up sitting around and waiting for it to happen. If I continue being a Striker here, what am I really living for?
He brushes the hair out of his face.
I need a haircut
Lucian walks over to Mundavi's table. Head slightly bowed and a few paces back.
"Excuse me, sir. May I have a word?"
Mundavi shuffles a few chips around, shakes his head and then pushes the chips towards Perrin. He shrugs and turns to face Lucien.
"Sorry about the wait Risk."
"What is on your mind?"
Perrin starts dealing another hand.
"I lost both Kai and the contact on the job."
He stares at the cards as they're being delt, trying to figure out what's being played.
"I was wondering if Kai left notice of his wishes if he passed on.
Mundavi picks up his cards and looks at them. It appears they are playing some variation of gin, one that involves chips in some way. The halfling moves the cards about in his hand, organizing them.
"He wasn't much of a talker. If he had plans, he never said anything to me."
"I'd think that if he had talked to anyone, you'd most likely be it. You seem to be the closest thing he had to a friend here."
"Maybe one of the people he was hiding from might know more? Maybe not?"
Mundavi pushes a pile of chips to the center of the table. Perrin grins and matches it, laying down cards of his own.
.oO(Me, his closest friend? I wasn't even as close to him as I was many people I can talk to for a day. Well, we were close, but I dont know anything about him.)
"He was avoiding Sir Gamis I think, If you'll excuse me, I'll head for the Silver Sword and find out what Gamis knows about Kai."
He coughs.
"and Jace as well."
Perrin grins. "Perhaps. But until that day I'll enjoy my victory."
.oO(Home sweet home..)
He opens his door, then quickly checks to see if the salt on his floor was disturbed. It isn't.
.oO(Either the cleaning staff don't come in here or they're really observant.)
He disrobes and lays down to sleep. It seems to take a long time before he falls asleep.
"Dear Mother,
Thank you for the honor of this life,
Thank you for my friends,
Thank you for you love,
If Jace or Kai be with you,
Please, keep them well."
He rolls to his feet and dresses in his more formal outfit, a black shirt with wooden buttons and matching pants. He looks at his armour and decides to leave it be. He does put a dagger in his boot, however, some habbits are hard to break. He finishes by attaching his Holy Symbol to his belt. Picking up his walking stick, he steps over the salt and after ensuring his room is locked, leaves the Fox.
"I could always ask Mundavi for the rest of the gold to raise Jace if he wanted to be raised. though I dont like the thought of Jace being indebted. I'll ask Darkar what was discovered first."
He gathers the required coin and heads back to the church, making sure to lock his door.