Retiog understands the signal from the air genasi and, without a word, flanks the door opposite of Duc leaning up against the wall. While waiting for the business to be conducted he remains quiet, picking at something in his fingernails and giving an occasional glance to those potential troublemakers in the shop.
"I realize our....arrangement is meant to benefit us both but I can't give your betters thier secrets," he pauses taking off his spectacles that pinch the bridge of a clearly old broken nose as he whispers, "if they don't come to the shop," he adds his tone weary as he glances at the noblemen who chuckle at some joke they share not even looking at Hastings and Duc.
They don't even seem to notice nor care Retiog is in the shop.
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Nat notices a group of cloaked figures in the street outside. They look like they are looking towards Hastings' shop. There is three of them. Two are about the same height while the third is shorter with a lithe frame who's working a coin in their hand. They other two look more alert whispers to one another.
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Nat should be standing close enough to Gimble that a low voice will be heard by the half-elf. Three guys in cloaks, to your left, coming this way. Friend or foe?
(Do the cloaks match the Order cloaks that Gimble and Duc have?)
Drake would look to the three men and then to Gimble, trying not to draw attention to himself. "They look like they could be trouble..." He would mumble quietly.
Reitog turns at the poke on the shoulder. "Seems to be going better this time around." The barbarian pokes his head out the door as the others explain some possible trouble coming their way. "Is it time for us to leave?"
Gimble looks suspicious of the others but no one else recognizes them the cloaks are definitely familiar.
"It's...ha," Gimble begins then smirks, "the honor guard," he groans. "We need to speed things up," he adds ushering Retiog back into the shop to hurry Duc up!
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Nat is backing away a little, making sure he is off to the side but still able to hear what is going on and react if needed. He will give a quick nod to Gimble to indicate where he's going and then move away and find a nice shadowy area to hide in: Stealth: 11
"Guys," Gimble sighs loudly. "We need to get back to the guild! I need Duc and the rest of you to get the payments and we need to report back," he says ushering Drake and Nat towards the alley beside the shop.
Nat moves first disappearing into the alley way ahead of everyone!
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Drake would nod to Gimble before quickly moving to the Alley and trying to duck behind anything he can to remain out of sight. "Oh hey! Wait for me... don't leave me alone here!" He would say scurrying after Nat.
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"We need to go," Retiog says quietly to Duc. "We can come back another day." The half-orc turns to make his way out and follows after the others down the alley.
"Money, please, now. I'm afraid the time for patience has passed us by." Duc stares down the old man "Get the gnome over here if you need to but I want that money immediately."
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Drake slips into the alley completely unnoticed but Retiog is spotted heading from the shop not far behind the nearly invisible kobold. The hooded group follow Retiog.
Back in the shop Hastings looks anxious before bend behind the counter. Duc hears the rustling of papers and then the elder man sighs loudly standing back up right.
"Hamish," Hastings then says sharply as the young gnome pops his tiny head around the enormous belly of the man he's been measuring.
"Yes...coming sir," Hamish says bowing to the two noblemen who begin to collect their belongings.
"We'll be back for the suit on Wednesay," the thin weasel faced noblemen barks before sweeping from the shop his fat companion not far behind.
"She has business from the Order," Hastings says disappearing into the back room while Hamish scrambles atop a stool to stand eye level with Duc.
"Sorry for all the trouble," Hamish begins pink cheeked and smiling at Duc. "We...they payment is here," he adds in a stammer putting a pouch of something solid on the counter. "Lord Woolsey and Sir Villiers are attending Duke Sinclair's wedding. Apparently however it's not going to take place! They have a wager on the groom being jilted at the altar," he adds wrinkling his small noise with a frown. "That's it though. It's been a slow day," hw adds. Hamish pushes the leather pouch towards Duc on the counter with a soft smile. "I'd appreciate you returning when thw shop's less busy in future," he adds. "The old man doesn't see well anymore and the upset caused by your other.... compatriots put the lords in more foul moods then usual. Better to hear secrets when men are relaxed," he adds with a nod. "Good day," he adds climbing off the stool and moving to a spool of fabric he takes down and brings over to a squat work table and begins rolling it out.
In the alley the honor gaurd appear taking their cloak hoods down and looking over the party lingering there.
"It's been nearly three hours Gimble....losing your touch eh," the lithe female says. She's human or seems to be with piercing violet eyes and white blonde hair. She has a beautiful but dangerous grin on her face and Gimble looks positively annoyed by her!
"Just getting the newbies feet is all. It's not an easy game we play eh? Or everyone would be helping themselves," Gimble says crossing his arms over his chesr vials rattling which makes her two male companions look nervously at Gimble.
Drake would take a few steps back from the honor guard... placing his hands on the handles of his rusty shortswords and looking around wildly to see what his companions were doing. Seeing gimble remain calm, Drake would move his hands from the blades and cross his arms as well.. keeping behind Gimble and standing a ways away from the group.
Duc bows to Hamish and Hastings and quickly departs after snatching up the coin. Moving outside she nods to the honor guard passing the pouch to Gimble "Little bit of information too, will fill you in later." Looking over the rest of the group "Sorry I took my time, I was in the market for a new pair of trousers, seemed like a nice shop..."
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Retiog understands the signal from the air genasi and, without a word, flanks the door opposite of Duc leaning up against the wall. While waiting for the business to be conducted he remains quiet, picking at something in his fingernails and giving an occasional glance to those potential troublemakers in the shop.
Nat, having not made a great impression the first time, is staying well clear behind Gimble, eyeing the street for interesting things.
Hastings nods.
"I realize our....arrangement is meant to benefit us both but I can't give your betters thier secrets," he pauses taking off his spectacles that pinch the bridge of a clearly old broken nose as he whispers, "if they don't come to the shop," he adds his tone weary as he glances at the noblemen who chuckle at some joke they share not even looking at Hastings and Duc.
They don't even seem to notice nor care Retiog is in the shop.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"I see, and will you be adding to our knowledge once they leave?" Duc asks pointedly.
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"I....I could mention a few things but they talk freely more around the gnone," Hastings replies.
Gimble comes up behind Retiog and taps him.
"Since no one's been thrown out I assume it's going well," he whispers.
Drake and Nat make perception checks.
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Nat looks around, trying not to attract attention. Perception: 21
Nat notices a group of cloaked figures in the street outside. They look like they are looking towards Hastings' shop. There is three of them. Two are about the same height while the third is shorter with a lithe frame who's working a coin in their hand. They other two look more alert whispers to one another.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Nat should be standing close enough to Gimble that a low voice will be heard by the half-elf. Three guys in cloaks, to your left, coming this way. Friend or foe?
(Do the cloaks match the Order cloaks that Gimble and Duc have?)
Drake perception 22
Drake would look to the three men and then to Gimble, trying not to draw attention to himself. "They look like they could be trouble..." He would mumble quietly.
Reitog turns at the poke on the shoulder. "Seems to be going better this time around." The barbarian pokes his head out the door as the others explain some possible trouble coming their way. "Is it time for us to leave?"
Gimble looks suspicious of the others but no one else recognizes them the cloaks are definitely familiar.
"It's...ha," Gimble begins then smirks, "the honor guard," he groans. "We need to speed things up," he adds ushering Retiog back into the shop to hurry Duc up!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Drake would slink back behind Gimble... moving his hand up to shield his face from the guard.
Nat is backing away a little, making sure he is off to the side but still able to hear what is going on and react if needed. He will give a quick nod to Gimble to indicate where he's going and then move away and find a nice shadowy area to hide in: Stealth: 11
"Guys," Gimble sighs loudly. "We need to get back to the guild! I need Duc and the rest of you to get the payments and we need to report back," he says ushering Drake and Nat towards the alley beside the shop.
Nat moves first disappearing into the alley way ahead of everyone!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Drake would nod to Gimble before quickly moving to the Alley and trying to duck behind anything he can to remain out of sight. "Oh hey! Wait for me... don't leave me alone here!" He would say scurrying after Nat.
Stealth 20
"We need to go," Retiog says quietly to Duc. "We can come back another day." The half-orc turns to make his way out and follows after the others down the alley.
Stealth 18
"Money, please, now. I'm afraid the time for patience has passed us by." Duc stares down the old man "Get the gnome over here if you need to but I want that money immediately."
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Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
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Drake slips into the alley completely unnoticed but Retiog is spotted heading from the shop not far behind the nearly invisible kobold. The hooded group follow Retiog.
Back in the shop Hastings looks anxious before bend behind the counter. Duc hears the rustling of papers and then the elder man sighs loudly standing back up right.
"Hamish," Hastings then says sharply as the young gnome pops his tiny head around the enormous belly of the man he's been measuring.
"Yes...coming sir," Hamish says bowing to the two noblemen who begin to collect their belongings.
"We'll be back for the suit on Wednesay," the thin weasel faced noblemen barks before sweeping from the shop his fat companion not far behind.
"She has business from the Order," Hastings says disappearing into the back room while Hamish scrambles atop a stool to stand eye level with Duc.
"Sorry for all the trouble," Hamish begins pink cheeked and smiling at Duc. "We...they payment is here," he adds in a stammer putting a pouch of something solid on the counter. "Lord Woolsey and Sir Villiers are attending Duke Sinclair's wedding. Apparently however it's not going to take place! They have a wager on the groom being jilted at the altar," he adds wrinkling his small noise with a frown. "That's it though. It's been a slow day," hw adds. Hamish pushes the leather pouch towards Duc on the counter with a soft smile. "I'd appreciate you returning when thw shop's less busy in future," he adds. "The old man doesn't see well anymore and the upset caused by your other.... compatriots put the lords in more foul moods then usual. Better to hear secrets when men are relaxed," he adds with a nod. "Good day," he adds climbing off the stool and moving to a spool of fabric he takes down and brings over to a squat work table and begins rolling it out.
In the alley the honor gaurd appear taking their cloak hoods down and looking over the party lingering there.
"It's been nearly three hours Gimble....losing your touch eh," the lithe female says. She's human or seems to be with piercing violet eyes and white blonde hair. She has a beautiful but dangerous grin on her face and Gimble looks positively annoyed by her!
"Just getting the newbies feet is all. It's not an easy game we play eh? Or everyone would be helping themselves," Gimble says crossing his arms over his chesr vials rattling which makes her two male companions look nervously at Gimble.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Drake would take a few steps back from the honor guard... placing his hands on the handles of his rusty shortswords and looking around wildly to see what his companions were doing. Seeing gimble remain calm, Drake would move his hands from the blades and cross his arms as well.. keeping behind Gimble and standing a ways away from the group.
Duc bows to Hamish and Hastings and quickly departs after snatching up the coin. Moving outside she nods to the honor guard passing the pouch to Gimble "Little bit of information too, will fill you in later." Looking over the rest of the group "Sorry I took my time, I was in the market for a new pair of trousers, seemed like a nice shop..."
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales