After Nassoor and his men leave, the lone bandit reluctantly steps forward to be your escort. "Should have kept my mouth shut," he grumbles, noticeably sour about this new job.
Now he’s closer, you notice he's young, no older than twenty, with a lanky frame and angular features. His skin is a rich shade of brown, and his hair is a wild mess, cropped short and sticking up in all directions. Despite the tough exterior he's trying to project, his youthfulness is evident in the way he carries himself, his movements still somewhat awkward and uncoordinated.
"Call me Slick," he mumbles, avoiding your gaze. As the group moves on, Slick trails behind, fidgeting with the hilt of his blade, his eyes downcast and his shoulders slumped. It's clear that he would rather be anywhere else but here. He keeps his mouth shut, sulking, and does not speak unless spoken to.
Tasmara & Daphyra:
You don't perceive anything else about him besides his dissatisfaction with having to accompany you.
You don’t see any rat-like creatures. You do notice that the stray cats are still tagging along. As you take a closer look, you realize that they may not be the same cats that you had seen before.
As you walk by the river of the Perfume District, you quickly spot a large crowd working by the river. A large group of about fifty women are hard at work washing clothes by the riverbank. The women are singing songs and cracking jokes as they scrub away, their voices carrying over the sound of rushing water. The air is thick with the scent of soap and the river is filled with suds, turning the water a frothy white. The women wear colorful garments and their hair is tied up in scarves or braids, glistening with droplets of wate. You catch snippets of their raunchy jokes and bawdy lyrics, laughing and singing.
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Natasha blushes at some of the jokes she is hearing. “By Helm… I don’t mean to seem like a prude but…” She clutches her holy symbol. She puts this quickly behind her and scans the area for anyone of import.
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Daphyra breaks away from the group a little and walks over to the group of women. "Good evening, ladies. I'm sorry to disturb you, but I'm hoping to speak to Mistress Oumayma?"
Absentmindedly, Kerra began to whistle the frivolous melody of one of the most inappropriate songs while guessing who out of these women is Oumayma. After a few moments of pointless staring and irritated twitches of her tail, with "I'll go too" over her shoulder she walked with Daphyra to the women.
She tried to watch both - the girls and Slick, in case he is trying something or Oumayma will try to slip away.
Daphyra, you approach a small group of women and ask for Oumayma. One of the women, a plump lady with curly hair tied up in a red scarf, sets down her washboard and looks up at you. "Mistress Oumayma?"The plump woman laughs heartily, her infectious laughter spreading throughout the group. "Sure, she's right over there,"she says, pointing towards the center of the group, where Oumayma is working surrounded by a small crowd of women.
You can’t help but notice the muscles that bulge beneath Oumayma's clothes, giving her the appearance of a warrior. Her deep, booming voice carries easily over the sound of the rushing river and the women's chatter. She seems well-liked among the women. They all seem to be vying for her attention, eager to share a laugh or a joke with her.
Natasha is the first to step up to her - hopefully giving the impression of strength of her own through her armor. “Mistress Oumayma, I presume? My name is Natasha Dinavere, I am both a noble and warrior from a far off land… and I have a few questions for you.”
Felix nods at the Mistress "We won't take much of your time. And so that you don't lose any precious time, I will go help your colleagues in their cleaning duties". Felix sits close to the ladies and with, some magic, cleans the dirtiest clothes he can find. "I am happy to help, ladies...."
Felix nods at the Mistress "We won't take much of your time. And so that you don't lose any precious time, I will go help your colleagues in their cleaning duties". Felix sits close to the ladies and with, some magic, cleans the dirtiest clothes he can find. "I am happy to help, ladies...."
Oumayma turns her attention towards Natasha, giving you a quick once-over before nodding in acknowledgment. "A noble and warrior from a far off land, huh?"she repeats, a hint of amusement in her voice. "That's right, I'm Oumayma, as you guessed. And what questions do you have for me, Lady Dinavere?"
She watches as Felix begins to use prestidigitation to clean the dirty clothes. "Well, aren't you a handy one?" she says with a chuckle, earning a few giggles from the other women nearby. She nods to the group of women around her, gesturing towards Felix. "This gentleman is helping us today, so feel free to take him up on his offer if you need any assistance."
Turning back to Natasha, Oumayma waits for you to continue. "So, what questions do you have for me, noble warrior?" The other women continue with their work, but they periodically glance over at the group, curious about your purpose.
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Daphyra watches Felix's smooth move with the washerwomen, shaking her head slightly, her whiskers twitching as she holds in a giggle.
She looks around the group of women as she moves back to join Natasha and Oumayma, staying quiet and keeping a step back from the pair. Does Daph see any women who have injuries or hurts that her small skills may help with? perception23
Kerra watched Felix's magic with the same jealous admiration as she had the previous demonstrations of magic powers. "Neat." She forced herself to look away and listen to the conversation. "The noble lady wanted to know where we can find Raheed. Word is, you might know."
She really hoped Slick will have enough brain to stay away and let the group handle the questioning.
As Daphyra looks around the group of women, she notices that most of them appear to be in good health and high spirits, despite the demanding nature of their work. However she does notice one woman has a bandage wrapped around her hand and winces every time she dips her hand into the cold water, while another seems to be nursing a sore back.
Oumayma's eyes narrow slightly as she looks at the group. "Raheed? What business do you have with him?" she asks, her tone firm but not aggressive. "I do know him. But let me tell you, that man is nothing but trouble. He's not someone you want to get involved with lightly."
While you're talking to Oumayma,Slick is hanging in the back. Some laundry women take notice of his grumpy demeanor and begin teasing him in good-natured jest and his cheeks flush red, seeming like he's not quite sure how to act around them.
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"Heard as much," nodded Kerra. "But he has something we need. And intend to get it." The open and cheerful nature of the woman (all of them here) did not suggest any duplicitous motivation. Kerra scratched her head and added honestly. "Listen, it's not like we want to see him, but really need to. Can you help?" (Persuasion: 5)
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Tasmara winks at Slick, enjoying his discomfort. Stepping forward she looks out (and up) at Oumayma and adds: "As my friend said we do need to see him - but thank you for the warning. What kind of trouble should we look out for?"
The woman looks up Daphyra. She appears to be in her mid-30s. Smiling back hesitantly, she nods her head in acknowledgment. The bandage has been wrapped tightly around the woman's hand, and she winces every time she dips her hand into the cold water. "I burned my hand while trying to move a pot of boiling water off the stove. It's been a few days, but it still hurts."
Slick’s cheeks flush with embarrassment as Tasmara winks at him. He clears his throat and tries to regain his composure.
“Hmm.”Oumayma furrows her brow, deep in thought as she considers Kerra's request. She turns to one of her laundry women for confirmation. "Mounia has been hanging out with him, hasn't she?" The woman nods, and Oumayma's expression darkens. She turns back to the group. "Mounia is my cousin,"she explains to the group, "She saw him go into Festering Heth's earlier. I don't like her hanging out with Raheed. That man always gives me the creeps. I can't put my finger on it."
She wrinkles her nose as if she can smell something foul. "And Heth, where he's headed, is no better. He’s an apothecary. Lives in one of the worst parts of the Perfume District. And he doesn't bother to wash himself or his clothes. Disgusting. That's why we call him Festering Heth."
"Raheed always has rat-like allies and real rats that follow him,"Oumayma answers Tasmara, her voice low and serious. "Their stink is always in the air. Don't think he's such a nice man."
"Seriously? Your cousin?" Kerra looked more surprised than shocked. "Guess love is blind." She sighed compassionately and added. "Well, we'll try our best to help her see the true nature of the man." She had no idea how but felt like the woman would like to hear a such thing.
"To the Festering Heth then. Keep both eyes open now. The bad parts around here are truly bad."
Then Kerra suddenly smiled quite a predatory smile. "Rats following him, huh. Something to play with for those cats that follow us. And for us to find the man easier."
After Nassoor and his men leave, the lone bandit reluctantly steps forward to be your escort. "Should have kept my mouth shut," he grumbles, noticeably sour about this new job.
Now he’s closer, you notice he's young, no older than twenty, with a lanky frame and angular features. His skin is a rich shade of brown, and his hair is a wild mess, cropped short and sticking up in all directions. Despite the tough exterior he's trying to project, his youthfulness is evident in the way he carries himself, his movements still somewhat awkward and uncoordinated.
"Call me Slick," he mumbles, avoiding your gaze. As the group moves on, Slick trails behind, fidgeting with the hilt of his blade, his eyes downcast and his shoulders slumped. It's clear that he would rather be anywhere else but here. He keeps his mouth shut, sulking, and does not speak unless spoken to.
Tasmara & Daphyra:
You don't perceive anything else about him besides his dissatisfaction with having to accompany you.
"Slick. Right..." The boy looked quite contradictory to the name but as nicknames go it was not the worst. "Well, time to visit Oumayma then."
Kerra navigated the way to the river looking around for the signs of the laundry house or for the flock of laundry girls alond the shores.
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"Nice to meet you, Slick," mutters Daphyra. She is watching the passersby as they walk, still looking for rat-like features. perception 12
Past characters:
Cariadne - Forest of Celador
Daphyra Fuffletail - The City of Cats
DM - Geek Legends - Wild beyond the Witchlight
Leela Steadystone - Adventures in the Sands
Mirri Goldenhorn - Journeys through the Radiant Citadel
Lola Smythe-Whyte - Larkin Expedition
Daphyra - Deathworld: Lost Mine of Phandelver
Vanja - Binder's Hold and the Problem with the Mine
Daphyra:
You don’t see any rat-like creatures. You do notice that the stray cats are still tagging along. As you take a closer look, you realize that they may not be the same cats that you had seen before.
As you walk by the river of the Perfume District, you quickly spot a large crowd working by the river. A large group of about fifty women are hard at work washing clothes by the riverbank. The women are singing songs and cracking jokes as they scrub away, their voices carrying over the sound of rushing water. The air is thick with the scent of soap and the river is filled with suds, turning the water a frothy white. The women wear colorful garments and their hair is tied up in scarves or braids, glistening with droplets of wate. You catch snippets of their raunchy jokes and bawdy lyrics, laughing and singing.
Natasha blushes at some of the jokes she is hearing. “By Helm… I don’t mean to seem like a prude but…” She clutches her holy symbol. She puts this quickly behind her and scans the area for anyone of import.
Perception 21
Daphyra breaks away from the group a little and walks over to the group of women. "Good evening, ladies. I'm sorry to disturb you, but I'm hoping to speak to Mistress Oumayma?"
(Maybe a persuasion check? 22 )
Past characters:
Cariadne - Forest of Celador
Daphyra Fuffletail - The City of Cats
DM - Geek Legends - Wild beyond the Witchlight
Leela Steadystone - Adventures in the Sands
Mirri Goldenhorn - Journeys through the Radiant Citadel
Lola Smythe-Whyte - Larkin Expedition
Daphyra - Deathworld: Lost Mine of Phandelver
Vanja - Binder's Hold and the Problem with the Mine
Absentmindedly, Kerra began to whistle the frivolous melody of one of the most inappropriate songs while guessing who out of these women is Oumayma. After a few moments of pointless staring and irritated twitches of her tail, with "I'll go too" over her shoulder she walked with Daphyra to the women.
She tried to watch both - the girls and Slick, in case he is trying something or Oumayma will try to slip away.
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
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Daphyra, you approach a small group of women and ask for Oumayma. One of the women, a plump lady with curly hair tied up in a red scarf, sets down her washboard and looks up at you. "Mistress Oumayma?" The plump woman laughs heartily, her infectious laughter spreading throughout the group. "Sure, she's right over there," she says, pointing towards the center of the group, where Oumayma is working surrounded by a small crowd of women.
You can’t help but notice the muscles that bulge beneath Oumayma's clothes, giving her the appearance of a warrior. Her deep, booming voice carries easily over the sound of the rushing river and the women's chatter. She seems well-liked among the women. They all seem to be vying for her attention, eager to share a laugh or a joke with her.
Natasha is the first to step up to her - hopefully giving the impression of strength of her own through her armor. “Mistress Oumayma, I presume? My name is Natasha Dinavere, I am both a noble and warrior from a far off land… and I have a few questions for you.”
Felix nods at the Mistress "We won't take much of your time. And so that you don't lose any precious time, I will go help your colleagues in their cleaning duties". Felix sits close to the ladies and with, some magic, cleans the dirtiest clothes he can find. "I am happy to help, ladies...."
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Oumayma turns her attention towards Natasha, giving you a quick once-over before nodding in acknowledgment. "A noble and warrior from a far off land, huh?" she repeats, a hint of amusement in her voice. "That's right, I'm Oumayma, as you guessed. And what questions do you have for me, Lady Dinavere?"
She watches as Felix begins to use prestidigitation to clean the dirty clothes. "Well, aren't you a handy one?" she says with a chuckle, earning a few giggles from the other women nearby. She nods to the group of women around her, gesturing towards Felix. "This gentleman is helping us today, so feel free to take him up on his offer if you need any assistance."
Turning back to Natasha, Oumayma waits for you to continue. "So, what questions do you have for me, noble warrior?" The other women continue with their work, but they periodically glance over at the group, curious about your purpose.
Daphyra watches Felix's smooth move with the washerwomen, shaking her head slightly, her whiskers twitching as she holds in a giggle.
She looks around the group of women as she moves back to join Natasha and Oumayma, staying quiet and keeping a step back from the pair. Does Daph see any women who have injuries or hurts that her small skills may help with? perception 23
Past characters:
Cariadne - Forest of Celador
Daphyra Fuffletail - The City of Cats
DM - Geek Legends - Wild beyond the Witchlight
Leela Steadystone - Adventures in the Sands
Mirri Goldenhorn - Journeys through the Radiant Citadel
Lola Smythe-Whyte - Larkin Expedition
Daphyra - Deathworld: Lost Mine of Phandelver
Vanja - Binder's Hold and the Problem with the Mine
Kerra watched Felix's magic with the same jealous admiration as she had the previous demonstrations of magic powers. "Neat." She forced herself to look away and listen to the conversation. "The noble lady wanted to know where we can find Raheed. Word is, you might know."
She really hoped Slick will have enough brain to stay away and let the group handle the questioning.
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
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As Daphyra looks around the group of women, she notices that most of them appear to be in good health and high spirits, despite the demanding nature of their work. However she does notice one woman has a bandage wrapped around her hand and winces every time she dips her hand into the cold water, while another seems to be nursing a sore back.
Oumayma's eyes narrow slightly as she looks at the group. "Raheed? What business do you have with him?" she asks, her tone firm but not aggressive. "I do know him. But let me tell you, that man is nothing but trouble. He's not someone you want to get involved with lightly."
While you're talking to Oumayma, Slick is hanging in the back. Some laundry women take notice of his grumpy demeanor and begin teasing him in good-natured jest and his cheeks flush red, seeming like he's not quite sure how to act around them.
"Heard as much," nodded Kerra. "But he has something we need. And intend to get it." The open and cheerful nature of the woman (all of them here) did not suggest any duplicitous motivation. Kerra scratched her head and added honestly. "Listen, it's not like we want to see him, but really need to. Can you help?" (Persuasion: 5)
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Daphyra approaches the woman with the bandage. She gestures at the injured arm. ‘You look like you are in pain. May I take a look?’
Past characters:
Cariadne - Forest of Celador
Daphyra Fuffletail - The City of Cats
DM - Geek Legends - Wild beyond the Witchlight
Leela Steadystone - Adventures in the Sands
Mirri Goldenhorn - Journeys through the Radiant Citadel
Lola Smythe-Whyte - Larkin Expedition
Daphyra - Deathworld: Lost Mine of Phandelver
Vanja - Binder's Hold and the Problem with the Mine
Tasmara winks at Slick, enjoying his discomfort. Stepping forward she looks out (and up) at Oumayma and adds: "As my friend said we do need to see him - but thank you for the warning. What kind of trouble should we look out for?"
(Persuasion: 9)
The woman looks up Daphyra. She appears to be in her mid-30s. Smiling back hesitantly, she nods her head in acknowledgment. The bandage has been wrapped tightly around the woman's hand, and she winces every time she dips her hand into the cold water. "I burned my hand while trying to move a pot of boiling water off the stove. It's been a few days, but it still hurts."
Slick’s cheeks flush with embarrassment as Tasmara winks at him. He clears his throat and tries to regain his composure.
“Hmm.” Oumayma furrows her brow, deep in thought as she considers Kerra's request. She turns to one of her laundry women for confirmation. "Mounia has been hanging out with him, hasn't she?" The woman nods, and Oumayma's expression darkens. She turns back to the group. "Mounia is my cousin," she explains to the group, "She saw him go into Festering Heth's earlier. I don't like her hanging out with Raheed. That man always gives me the creeps. I can't put my finger on it."
She wrinkles her nose as if she can smell something foul. "And Heth, where he's headed, is no better. He’s an apothecary. Lives in one of the worst parts of the Perfume District. And he doesn't bother to wash himself or his clothes. Disgusting. That's why we call him Festering Heth."
"Raheed always has rat-like allies and real rats that follow him," Oumayma answers Tasmara, her voice low and serious. "Their stink is always in the air. Don't think he's such a nice man."
"Seriously? Your cousin?" Kerra looked more surprised than shocked. "Guess love is blind." She sighed compassionately and added. "Well, we'll try our best to help her see the true nature of the man." She had no idea how but felt like the woman would like to hear a such thing.
"To the Festering Heth then. Keep both eyes open now. The bad parts around here are truly bad."
Then Kerra suddenly smiled quite a predatory smile. "Rats following him, huh. Something to play with for those cats that follow us. And for us to find the man easier."
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