Finding himself temporarily with the upper hand, Serak decides to press his advantage and replies, "Meeting someone? In a place like this? Illicit business, then? Now, what could be so important that you'd travel all the way to Neverwinter and come to this seedy establishment, alone?"
Lighting his pipe with a candle, the bard inhales deeply as he thinks. Exhaling a thick cloud of smoke before continuing, he says "It is obvious you're working for someone, trying to make a deal involving Phandalin and Gundren. You already know my employer, so only fair I know yours as well."
Persuasion: 17
Pausing to gauge her response, he smiles wryly and says, "Unfortunately, youonly have half the story. I have the other half. Tell me what you know and we'll be able to make a better deal for ourselves with your contact."
Deception: 16
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"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
Waiting for Serak to finish his little speech, Halia calmly reaches for a glass on the table. She takes a slow sip of amber liquid, staring directly ahead to the opposite wall. She chuckles quietly to herself, “You poor fool. You really think I would be here alone? Please. And yet.... here YOU are.... actually alone, charging headfirst into a place you haven’t the foggiest notion about. Again.... I could ask you the same.”
She turns sharply to face Serak, staring directly into his eyes, “If you must know, I’m here doing a good turn for your pitiful band of robbers. They have desires greater than what you clearly realise - after all Phandalin is primed for the taking now the Redbrands have gone, and with so much potential too! Safe to say you’ve been out of the loop a while.... I’ve misjudged you clearly.” Turning back to her glass, she returns the smile, “Whatever it is you think you know, I can assure you that you’re quite wrong. This deal is not open to third parties, let alone a low ranking exile as yourself. Whatever I tell you will not change that fact. I suggest you leave little boy before a superior of yours arrives and things get nasty.”
A short distance away, one of the burliest sailors glances over, hand hovering at his waist. The door opens, another sailor staggers in, drunk, his trouser legs soaked. Serak recognises him as the sailor from outside.
Arkhan, Beetle, Syna:
A few minutes later, Lerissa re-emerges from the kitchen. Above her head she hold a huge tray, piled high with meats, breads, a selection of pies, ales and teas, carelessly spilling onto nearby tables as she goes. With a loud thud she drops the tray onto the table, “The kitchens are humbled by your presence sir. I brought a selection of everything, hopefully there’s something here to quench your hungers.” Planting herself down onto a spare stool, the masked woman grabs a fresh red apple from the tray, and takes a bite, clearly exasperated, “Now.... where were we? Are you boys in town long?”
"Please, Lerissa, my dear, have more than an apple. Dine with us. Well, I'm here taking a break from the seas. And now, I'm going to help out my new friends here with whatever it is they need. Maybe I'll stick around after that. The sea will always be there."
(ooc: I love that no one has batted an eye at the treatment Arkhan is getting. lol)
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Gash- Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
Serak feigns that he's taken the bait, patiently awaiting the hook. Slowly approaching the table, the thief smiles politely and says, "You'd have me believe you're helping? What, out of the kindness and charity? You think the Redbrands would be any obstacle to my brothers? If they wanted the town, it'd be theirs. I can't imagine you know more than I do about the situation in Phandalin, so why don't I wait with you and make my brothers a counteroffer? Or are you ready to finally start talking?" He grins and seats himself at the table, kicking up his feet and drawing once more on his pipe.
Halia face reddens. A muffled crack tears a thin line in the glass she is holding. Taking a deep breath, her frustration is obvious. A soft grinding rumbles within her clenched jaw. “Believe what you want elf. The fact remains, your little band of thieves is nowhere to be seen in Phandalin. If they weren’t interested, why am I wasting my time?” Suddenly her demeanour changes. Clear anger strangely lifts as she falls silent for a moment. “Have it your way. I’m intrigued now what you’ll offer... given that you have nothing of interest to anyone. We wait.”
Arkhan, Beetle, Syna:
“Oh I really shouldn’t....” Lerissa eyes widen as she looks differently at the platter of food on the table, “....well.... maybe just a little bit. If you inisist...” Lifting a duck leg from the tray she carefully nibbles at the tender meat, “I do love the sea! Although do you know I’ve never been on a ship! Perhaps when.....” She suddenly stops, dropping the duck leg in shock. Her attention grabbed by three huge men who stomp loudly across the room. Heavily armoured and armed, each man wears a black eye mask, a set of manacles hang from each of their waists. In two long strides they reach the table, slapping a huge heavy hand onto Zyltris’ shoulder. “ZYLTRIS HOLIMION, BY ORDER OF THE ZHENTARIM YOU’RE UNDER ARREST.”
Delighted to see that he's cracked Halia's calm demeanor, Serak grins and replies, "Oh, no need to wait, my dear. Forgive me, did I forget to mention Sylas sent me?" The bard's smile widens as he says, "Now then, tell me something I don't already know."
Halia lets out a little chuckle, “Honestly Serak, you are just too much! Here I was thinking you an incompetent fool... but you’re just a bumbling idiot who likes to play pretend.” Raising a hand in the air she waves a finger at the nearby sailor who quickly brings her a new glass of ale. “Neither of us really have time for this merry dance you’ve led us on. But if Sylas trusts you then I guess we are stuck together for the foreseeable.”
“You may find this distasteful.... but we have a shared problem. Somebody in Phandalin is holding the town back. Pathetic, weak, cowardly, drowning in incompetence. I don’t need to name names I am sure?”
She awaits a gesture from Serak showing he understands before moving on. “My issue.... and in fact that of your shadowy brothers.... is that this..... PARTICULAR..... person needs to be removed. Don’t look so surprised, you’ve said so yourself..... AND once Gundrens Mine.....” Halia pauses here for effect, staring knowingly into Seraks eyes. “.... once his lovely little mine puts shovel to stone, our little hamlet will fill with gold and flourish. I don’t need to explain what’s in it for me.... and let’s just say.... an election would be of great interest to a certain group who have high aspirations in the north....”
Halia smiles sweetly, lifting her full glass to her lips, “Now don’t make me repeat all of that again. I’m sure your not dense enough to have missed the subtleties?”
Eyeing the woman suspiciously, Serak wonders if this woman really can read minds. After a long moment of stroking his goatee in thought, he finally replies, "I too had a similar plan...Who exactly did you have in mind to replace our incompetent little friend? Certainly not yourself?" The bard laughes heartily as he exhales another cloud of smoke.
“Oh don’t be absurd. That’s for your thief friends to decide and arrange. They handle the politics, the Miners Exchange launder the proceeds.” Flicking a curl of hair out of her face, Halia returns the suspicious stare, “.... need I say... that implicating me in any of this would not end favourably for you..... or indeed your little band of companions. And I’m quite sure your guild will be most upset as well should any information be leaked somehow... don’t want to be making any enemies now do we? Do we have a deal?”
Carefully thinking over the proposition, Serak nods and says, "It seems you've got it all worked out, now don't you? A most lucrative venture... I wonder what part am I to play in your little scheme? I suppose you plan for the Hero's of Phandalin to endorse the candidate, swaying the voting populace? Or am I to outright rig the election?"
“PIPE DOWN ELF! WE’RE JUST ‘ERE FOR THIS ONE. Come on Zyltris, we’ve got a bounty to claim!”Cuttingacross the bounty hunters, Lerissa finally speaks up. “Excuse me Sirs, this is a peaceful establishment. I must ask you to leave immediately!” She rises to her feet, thrusting one hand towards the door, the other tightly grasped around the amulet around her neck. Standing her ground, Lerissa reassures her guests, “Worry not Sirs. These men are leaving. There is no need for any heroics.”
Two of the guards share a look, confused and rooted to the spot. The third reassert his position, unclipping the manacles from his belt, “No.... no.... We leave with this one. No one struggles, no one gets hurt. Gurk, get these manacles on ‘im” The room falls deathly silent. Eyes from every table are on them, as Zyltris is helplessly dragged to his feet. A faint rattle echoes from somewhere on the upper floors, followed by a clear crash of a doorway being barged open. “....Last warning Sirs.” Lerissa speaks firmly, takes a quick glance around the table and draws a long slender wand from her cloak.
Serak:
“Well I’m not saying that wouldn’t help.... but as far as I’m concerned your burgling brothers are taking care of the finer details. All we are here to discuss is the rather dirty but uncomplicated business of cleaning out the office so to speak.” Halia casually swirls the contents of her glass around, pausing for a moment before turning her attention back to Serak. With a puff she blows away the smoke cloud he has been growing, “After all .... you said so yourself, you had planned similarly. Consider this... permission.”
“I suggest you listen to her mate, she’s been real good to me tonight. And I don’t like it when people upset my friends. Maybe you’ve heard of me before?” Arkhan snarls and flashes an emblem of his crew.
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Gash- Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
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"The lady has asked you to leave her establishment. Let me tell you truthfully, we recently tussled with a Dragon and are here to tell the tale. So you 3 do not frighten us. But what she calls forth, very much does. For your own sakes, if not for anyone that loves thee, leave."
Not at all liking even the implication of murder, Serak quickly replies, "The little nuisance can be removed easily enough without bloodshed. Once elected out of office, he'll be of no further trouble."
Fearing Halia as likely to use the venom glands against himself as anyone, the bard decides it best not to put such a tool into her hands. Rising to his feet, he asks, "Not that I don't enjoy our little chats, but is that everything? If so, it appears we have an arrangement and I'll be on my way."
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"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
The three men merely laugh at the attempt to scare them away. “MALLON! GET IN HERE!” With a loud crash the front door gives way, releasing a stream of other soldiers - 5, 8... 10 men pour in. Around the room guests and diners dive for cover, cowering down behind tables or taking to the stairs. Only the masked ladies remain standing, still and motionless, amulets in hand. “We tried to be nice folks. Now we’ll be taking this one.” Clasping the manacles onto Zyltris wrists, the lead soldier hauls the elf to his feet, flanked by his joining men.
Zyltris’ Attack Roll: 7
Silent until now, Zyltris aims a headbutt in desperation but misjudges his captors strength. A thick muscles arm tightens chokingly around his neck.
Syna Attack Roll: 9
A mist of boiling water fills the air as Syna throws his tea, barely touching the guards. In the scramble Lerissa calls out, “Sirs, to the basement. The Lady will sort this rabble!” Right on cue, twelve rattling suits of armour swoop down the grand staircase. Clad in bright blue steel plate, swords drawn they quickly encircle the invaders. “LARANOST!” A beam of light strikes the chest of the leading Zhent, freezing him to the spot. Not needing an invitation Zyltris breaks free, sliding over the table to safety. Other masked ladies gather round, filling in between the magical armour. With her free hand, Lerissa points to the kitchens, “GO... NOW!”
Serak:
“I’m glad you’re eager to get started... there’s just a slight problem.” Staying seated, Halia watches as Serak makes for the door, “The only person that can request such an election is the townmaster... in person. I doubt even he is stupid enough to do that, he knows his position is precarious..... either that or he resigns... or gods forbid.... just go on an unexplained period of absence ...” Downing the rest of her drink she looks puzzled, “You’re free to do as you wish I suppose.....” As he reaches the door, Halia calls him back one last time time. The bard sighs loudly. This woman! “Oh! And Serak my dear... have a lovely evening at the mask wont you?!” Seemingly enjoying her evening, Halia titters to herself as she waves for another drink.
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Serak:
Denying the irksome woman sight of his reaction, Serak does not look back as he raises his hood and strides toward the door. Something about the events of this evening simply do not add up.
Greeting the night as an old friend, the thief slips into the darkness once more, at home in its embrace. Replaying in his mind the meeting with Sylas and his conversation with Halia, a sudden frightening realization occurs to him. He makes haste toward the Moon Mask Inn, eager to be out of Neverwinter before dawn.
Serak:
Finding himself temporarily with the upper hand, Serak decides to press his advantage and replies, "Meeting someone? In a place like this? Illicit business, then? Now, what could be so important that you'd travel all the way to Neverwinter and come to this seedy establishment, alone?"
Lighting his pipe with a candle, the bard inhales deeply as he thinks. Exhaling a thick cloud of smoke before continuing, he says "It is obvious you're working for someone, trying to make a deal involving Phandalin and Gundren. You already know my employer, so only fair I know yours as well."
Persuasion: 17
Pausing to gauge her response, he smiles wryly and says, "Unfortunately, you only have half the story. I have the other half. Tell me what you know and we'll be able to make a better deal for ourselves with your contact."
Deception: 16
"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
Serak:
Waiting for Serak to finish his little speech, Halia calmly reaches for a glass on the table. She takes a slow sip of amber liquid, staring directly ahead to the opposite wall. She chuckles quietly to herself, “You poor fool. You really think I would be here alone? Please. And yet.... here YOU are.... actually alone, charging headfirst into a place you haven’t the foggiest notion about. Again.... I could ask you the same.”
She turns sharply to face Serak, staring directly into his eyes, “If you must know, I’m here doing a good turn for your pitiful band of robbers. They have desires greater than what you clearly realise - after all Phandalin is primed for the taking now the Redbrands have gone, and with so much potential too! Safe to say you’ve been out of the loop a while.... I’ve misjudged you clearly.” Turning back to her glass, she returns the smile, “Whatever it is you think you know, I can assure you that you’re quite wrong. This deal is not open to third parties, let alone a low ranking exile as yourself. Whatever I tell you will not change that fact. I suggest you leave little boy before a superior of yours arrives and things get nasty.”
A short distance away, one of the burliest sailors glances over, hand hovering at his waist. The door opens, another sailor staggers in, drunk, his trouser legs soaked. Serak recognises him as the sailor from outside.
Arkhan, Beetle, Syna:
A few minutes later, Lerissa re-emerges from the kitchen. Above her head she hold a huge tray, piled high with meats, breads, a selection of pies, ales and teas, carelessly spilling onto nearby tables as she goes. With a loud thud she drops the tray onto the table, “The kitchens are humbled by your presence sir. I brought a selection of everything, hopefully there’s something here to quench your hungers.” Planting herself down onto a spare stool, the masked woman grabs a fresh red apple from the tray, and takes a bite, clearly exasperated, “Now.... where were we? Are you boys in town long?”
Moonstone Mask:
"Please, Lerissa, my dear, have more than an apple. Dine with us. Well, I'm here taking a break from the seas. And now, I'm going to help out my new friends here with whatever it is they need. Maybe I'll stick around after that. The sea will always be there."
(ooc: I love that no one has batted an eye at the treatment Arkhan is getting. lol)
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
Serak:
Serak feigns that he's taken the bait, patiently awaiting the hook. Slowly approaching the table, the thief smiles politely and says, "You'd have me believe you're helping? What, out of the kindness and charity? You think the Redbrands would be any obstacle to my brothers? If they wanted the town, it'd be theirs. I can't imagine you know more than I do about the situation in Phandalin, so why don't I wait with you and make my brothers a counteroffer? Or are you ready to finally start talking?" He grins and seats himself at the table, kicking up his feet and drawing once more on his pipe.
Insight: 19
"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
Serak:
Halia face reddens. A muffled crack tears a thin line in the glass she is holding. Taking a deep breath, her frustration is obvious. A soft grinding rumbles within her clenched jaw. “Believe what you want elf. The fact remains, your little band of thieves is nowhere to be seen in Phandalin. If they weren’t interested, why am I wasting my time?” Suddenly her demeanour changes. Clear anger strangely lifts as she falls silent for a moment. “Have it your way. I’m intrigued now what you’ll offer... given that you have nothing of interest to anyone. We wait.”
Arkhan, Beetle, Syna:
“Oh I really shouldn’t....” Lerissa eyes widen as she looks differently at the platter of food on the table, “....well.... maybe just a little bit. If you inisist...” Lifting a duck leg from the tray she carefully nibbles at the tender meat, “I do love the sea! Although do you know I’ve never been on a ship! Perhaps when.....” She suddenly stops, dropping the duck leg in shock. Her attention grabbed by three huge men who stomp loudly across the room. Heavily armoured and armed, each man wears a black eye mask, a set of manacles hang from each of their waists. In two long strides they reach the table, slapping a huge heavy hand onto Zyltris’ shoulder. “ZYLTRIS HOLIMION, BY ORDER OF THE ZHENTARIM YOU’RE UNDER ARREST.”
Serak:
Delighted to see that he's cracked Halia's calm demeanor, Serak grins and replies, "Oh, no need to wait, my dear. Forgive me, did I forget to mention Sylas sent me?" The bard's smile widens as he says, "Now then, tell me something I don't already know."
"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
Serak:
Halia lets out a little chuckle, “Honestly Serak, you are just too much! Here I was thinking you an incompetent fool... but you’re just a bumbling idiot who likes to play pretend.” Raising a hand in the air she waves a finger at the nearby sailor who quickly brings her a new glass of ale. “Neither of us really have time for this merry dance you’ve led us on. But if Sylas trusts you then I guess we are stuck together for the foreseeable.”
“You may find this distasteful.... but we have a shared problem. Somebody in Phandalin is holding the town back. Pathetic, weak, cowardly, drowning in incompetence. I don’t need to name names I am sure?”
She awaits a gesture from Serak showing he understands before moving on. “My issue.... and in fact that of your shadowy brothers.... is that this..... PARTICULAR..... person needs to be removed. Don’t look so surprised, you’ve said so yourself..... AND once Gundrens Mine.....” Halia pauses here for effect, staring knowingly into Seraks eyes. “.... once his lovely little mine puts shovel to stone, our little hamlet will fill with gold and flourish. I don’t need to explain what’s in it for me.... and let’s just say.... an election would be of great interest to a certain group who have high aspirations in the north....”
Halia smiles sweetly, lifting her full glass to her lips, “Now don’t make me repeat all of that again. I’m sure your not dense enough to have missed the subtleties?”
Serak:
Eyeing the woman suspiciously, Serak wonders if this woman really can read minds. After a long moment of stroking his goatee in thought, he finally replies, "I too had a similar plan...Who exactly did you have in mind to replace our incompetent little friend? Certainly not yourself?" The bard laughes heartily as he exhales another cloud of smoke.
"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
Serak:
“Oh don’t be absurd. That’s for your thief friends to decide and arrange. They handle the politics, the Miners Exchange launder the proceeds.” Flicking a curl of hair out of her face, Halia returns the suspicious stare, “.... need I say... that implicating me in any of this would not end favourably for you..... or indeed your little band of companions. And I’m quite sure your guild will be most upset as well should any information be leaked somehow... don’t want to be making any enemies now do we? Do we have a deal?”
Syna takes the teapot in his hand and pours a bot more hot water. "By order of the whom? Funny place, where the magistrates wear masks."
If trouble starts Syna will hurl the hot water at one of the guards.
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
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Serak:
Carefully thinking over the proposition, Serak nods and says, "It seems you've got it all worked out, now don't you? A most lucrative venture... I wonder what part am I to play in your little scheme? I suppose you plan for the Hero's of Phandalin to endorse the candidate, swaying the voting populace? Or am I to outright rig the election?"
"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
Arkhan, Beetle, Syna:
“PIPE DOWN ELF! WE’RE JUST ‘ERE FOR THIS ONE. Come on Zyltris, we’ve got a bounty to claim!” Cutting across the bounty hunters, Lerissa finally speaks up. “Excuse me Sirs, this is a peaceful establishment. I must ask you to leave immediately!” She rises to her feet, thrusting one hand towards the door, the other tightly grasped around the amulet around her neck. Standing her ground, Lerissa reassures her guests, “Worry not Sirs. These men are leaving. There is no need for any heroics.”
Two of the guards share a look, confused and rooted to the spot. The third reassert his position, unclipping the manacles from his belt, “No.... no.... We leave with this one. No one struggles, no one gets hurt. Gurk, get these manacles on ‘im” The room falls deathly silent. Eyes from every table are on them, as Zyltris is helplessly dragged to his feet. A faint rattle echoes from somewhere on the upper floors, followed by a clear crash of a doorway being barged open. “....Last warning Sirs.” Lerissa speaks firmly, takes a quick glance around the table and draws a long slender wand from her cloak.
Serak:
“Well I’m not saying that wouldn’t help.... but as far as I’m concerned your burgling brothers are taking care of the finer details. All we are here to discuss is the rather dirty but uncomplicated business of cleaning out the office so to speak.” Halia casually swirls the contents of her glass around, pausing for a moment before turning her attention back to Serak. With a puff she blows away the smoke cloud he has been growing, “After all .... you said so yourself, you had planned similarly. Consider this... permission.”
“I suggest you listen to her mate, she’s been real good to me tonight. And I don’t like it when people upset my friends. Maybe you’ve heard of me before?” Arkhan snarls and flashes an emblem of his crew.
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
"The lady has asked you to leave her establishment. Let me tell you truthfully, we recently tussled with a Dragon and are here to tell the tale. So you 3 do not frighten us. But what she calls forth, very much does. For your own sakes, if not for anyone that loves thee, leave."
Persuasion 7
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
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Serak:
Not at all liking even the implication of murder, Serak quickly replies, "The little nuisance can be removed easily enough without bloodshed. Once elected out of office, he'll be of no further trouble."
Fearing Halia as likely to use the venom glands against himself as anyone, the bard decides it best not to put such a tool into her hands. Rising to his feet, he asks, "Not that I don't enjoy our little chats, but is that everything? If so, it appears we have an arrangement and I'll be on my way."
"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
Arkhan, Beetle, Syna:
Arkhan Intimidation: 16
Syna Intimidation: 5
The three men merely laugh at the attempt to scare them away. “MALLON! GET IN HERE!” With a loud crash the front door gives way, releasing a stream of other soldiers - 5, 8... 10 men pour in. Around the room guests and diners dive for cover, cowering down behind tables or taking to the stairs. Only the masked ladies remain standing, still and motionless, amulets in hand. “We tried to be nice folks. Now we’ll be taking this one.” Clasping the manacles onto Zyltris wrists, the lead soldier hauls the elf to his feet, flanked by his joining men.
Zyltris’ Attack Roll: 7
Silent until now, Zyltris aims a headbutt in desperation but misjudges his captors strength. A thick muscles arm tightens chokingly around his neck.
Syna Attack Roll: 9
A mist of boiling water fills the air as Syna throws his tea, barely touching the guards. In the scramble Lerissa calls out, “Sirs, to the basement. The Lady will sort this rabble!” Right on cue, twelve rattling suits of armour swoop down the grand staircase. Clad in bright blue steel plate, swords drawn they quickly encircle the invaders. “LARANOST!” A beam of light strikes the chest of the leading Zhent, freezing him to the spot. Not needing an invitation Zyltris breaks free, sliding over the table to safety. Other masked ladies gather round, filling in between the magical armour. With her free hand, Lerissa points to the kitchens, “GO... NOW!”
Serak:
“I’m glad you’re eager to get started... there’s just a slight problem.” Staying seated, Halia watches as Serak makes for the door, “The only person that can request such an election is the townmaster... in person. I doubt even he is stupid enough to do that, he knows his position is precarious..... either that or he resigns... or gods forbid.... just go on an unexplained period of absence ...” Downing the rest of her drink she looks puzzled, “You’re free to do as you wish I suppose.....” As he reaches the door, Halia calls him back one last time time. The bard sighs loudly. This woman! “Oh! And Serak my dear... have a lovely evening at the mask wont you?!” Seemingly enjoying her evening, Halia titters to herself as she waves for another drink.
Serak:
Denying the irksome woman sight of his reaction, Serak does not look back as he raises his hood and strides toward the door. Something about the events of this evening simply do not add up.
Greeting the night as an old friend, the thief slips into the darkness once more, at home in its embrace. Replaying in his mind the meeting with Sylas and his conversation with Halia, a sudden frightening realization occurs to him. He makes haste toward the Moon Mask Inn, eager to be out of Neverwinter before dawn.
Perception: 18
Stealth: 17
"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
Arkhan slams his drank grabs some meat and complies with the woman quickly as possible
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
Beetle also listens to the woman, gathers his things and moves as she commanded before he lets all hell loose on these guys.
Syna, seeing the "ladies" and their constructs have thing under control, grabs his things and heads out with Zyltris.
"My Friend, what is going on here, and why are they after you? They mentioned a bounty?"
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
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