Theodore smiles again at Shalech "A private matter for a friend. Unfortunately I can't say much more than that. Wouldn't want to start breaking the trust of our friends would we?" Theodore turns to Boabby "And how much would this whiskey cost us friend? perhaps we could share the expense since our goals seem to aline?" Theodore says turning back to Shalech.
As a gold coin rolls across the table to the barkeep, "is that the only way to get an audience with them, bribing them with Alcohol?" asks November. He turns to the others, "Sorry to interrupt, it seems like we all want the same thing..." Letting the sentence hang in the air he turns to the barkeep awaiting an answer.
Slight of Hands
(OOC: Also Wealthy BG gives 4 gold right? If not let me know and I will modify the post. Thanks!)
Shalech pays, takes the three ales and walks over to the table. "The drinks are a courtesy. I don't really blame you if you don't drink this swill. What I'm really offering is a chance to study a wizards life work."
Shalech purposefully traces a finger along one of the many surgical scars that are visible above his clothing.
(You would know that this town is full of powerful wizards, master level craftsmen, and is a booming growing town. You think the information may be a bit outdated. The town definitely looks like that could have been true once, but not for years.)
With glee Boabby takes the coins and hands over the drinks, one to each of you. To all of your surprise, the bottles are cold to the touch. Boabby winks to you and says; "Magic." and smiles.
Sitting in a dim lit section of the bar, a tall, hooded figure mutters loudly towards Boabby "If those are wizards then I'm a friggin elf! Give me another of your worst!" as he continues to watch this scene unfold.