Bulvii picks up a badge and puts it into a pocket without much thought. "I wouldn't worry about this establishment." He says toward Gralmor, "It was here before we arrived and I doubt we will be overly involved with it. We should focus on the task at hand as the flaming fists are not known to tolerate much delay." He looks toward Maroug, "Did they provide us any additional information about the 'dead three'?"
“Gralmor, right?” Lodas reaches out and puts a hand on his arm. “Perhaps it’s best if we don’t interrogate the people putting us up? It would reflect badly on all of us, and the company. I’m sure we could very quickly end up on the street. Let the shopkeeper do their business without interference. We -are- still strangers.”
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"Let em ask whatever he likes." The tiefling says with a chuckle. "Just make sure em doesn't mess up me customer base, since Head Office will frown on that and we will have to downsize a bit..."
The gray dwarf leans to the counter and gets closer to the female tiefling, trying to make her crack under pressure.
"This lassy here has to weigh her options. We might be more lenient on how she do her business but those Flaming Fist..."
Gralmor shrugs his shoulder and chuckles.
"I don't know what they'll do to her if they found out she has knowledge of people willy nilly going out of Baldur's Gate when they're imposing a lockdown."
The gray dwarf starts stroking his ashen white beard menacingly as he gives her an ultimatum.
"So what's yer choice lassy? Tell us what you know right here, right now or do we have to bring ye to them?"
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"The Flaming Fists?" The Tiefling does truly laugh now. "As long as I pay them a percentage they are more than happy to send people my way." She is truly amused now. "Now, as far as smuggling people into the city goes, that is a different story..." She glances at you more directly now. "For instance six individuals suddenly showing up in town, that might be worth the Flaming Fist's notice..." She shrugs. "Good thing you have the badges, since it would mean you would have to arrest yourselves!" She laughs again, clearly finding this funny. With a shrug she mvoes over and puts the closed sign on the door. "I have to go and report in to the Flaming Fist as to who is leaving tonight, so they can make sure to have the right people at the gate I need to send them out, so no ugly questions get asked." She heads out of the store then.
"Gentlemen, please, we've just arrived! My dear, let me apologise for the intrusion. You can call me DuCrae, as hoardsperson for this merry little band I will, of course, be needing to sit down with you in the near future, shall we pencil in a working brunch for tomorrow? Obviously, we'll have to go through the books, see how things are doing here, but that can all wait. I am intrigued by the ide that you might be aware of a method to get out of the city if needs be, it could come in handy. If you don't wish to share it now, then perhaps we could speak privately about it later as well." DuCrae, attempting to be charm itself gestures for the other two to go back into the other room, winking at the tiefling as he does."It's been a day of surprises so far, my friends are a little strung out, for which I apologise, by the way, I don't believe I caught your name."
Persuasion if necessary 7
Edit: great start :)
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Before the Tiefling leaves she turns back to the group. "As I said, you can talk to your Company Rep to get anything you wish about the business here." She informs you. "I am certainly available, when not needing to get certain things set up, to discuss the ins and outs of it with whomever wishes to speak of it." With that she nods farewell and leaves.
"Well this sounds like a well oiled operation, good to know what we are getting into. I suspect we may as well head out and try and find this tavern sooner rather than later. I'll bet if the guards are this shady the locals may well be an interesting bunch, and by interesting I mean dangerous."DuCrae starts checking his armour and weapons are properly adjusted, the flamboyance on hold while he checks his gear with well practiced movements.
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Moraug holds up a hand as everyone is preparing to leave. "One moment my friends, we have something we must do before departing." Lia sighs next to him and he chuckles as he nods to her. "I know Lia, but we must set things off on the right foot, or else Head Office will be down our necks." "Fine." Lia says with a shrug. "Lia is not such a fan of the idea of putting everything to a vote." Moraug informs the group, pulling a voting token from his pocket. "The item at hand is to go to the Elfsong Tavern to speak to this spy." He says as he puts his token on the makeshift table. "I vote to do so." He looks at the group clearly waiting for them to each cast their votes. "I say yes." Lia puts in with a sigh, laying her token next to Moraug's. "Though it is clear it was already decided without this nonsense..." She adds in.
Bulvii looks momentarily confused at the idea of voting. He hesitates before pulling a coin from a pocket and setting it on the table mimicking the others. "I vote we go. Our first stop is to find out what this spy knows to speed our search."
Seeing everyone place a token on the table, Dalin rummages around in his pockets looking for one. He pulls out a half-eaten piece of salted pork and puts it on the barrel. Ah'm in. Wait, 'ang on. He takes another bite of the pork, and places it back, nodding in satisfaction.
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Back and ready to DM and chew bubblegum. And I'm alllll outta bubblegum.
“It seems you know the lay of the land. Lead on, Lia,” says with a vote to go to Elfsong Tavern.
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"Oh, I won't be going with you." Lia says with a shake of her head. "I have to do some other tasks at the moment." She pulls a map case from its place at her hip and pulls a map from inside. "As the franchise cartographer, I have a map that details much of the city for you..." She hands it to Ludas as well. "I have a copy of that, but it would be good not to lose it." She tells you all.
Lia does give you a description of the spy you are to meet at Elfsong Tavern though.
"Before we set off, how are the Flaming Fists viewed here, if we enter the tavern wearing the insignia, is it likely to be a good or bad thing? I don't want to have to fight past all the locals because they aren't fans of the local law and order enforcers. Nobody knows us here we could just as easily be travellers recently arrived in Baldur's Gate if it'll make it easier to get to this spy." DuCrae muses as he waits for the last votes to be cast.
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"Before we set off, how are the Flaming Fists viewed here, if we enter the tavern wearing the insignia, is it likely to be a good or bad thing? I don't want to have to fight past all the locals because they aren't fans of the local law and order enforcers. Nobody knows us here we could just as easily be travellers recently arrived in Baldur's Gate if it'll make it easier to get to this spy." DuCrae muses as he waits for the last votes to be cast.
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"The Fist is the only law and order the city has at this point." Lia says with a nod toDuCrae. "They pretty much have free-reign to do as they wish, and most of them do so. No one is going to do anything to you for being part of their group, mostly due to how badly that would go for them if they did. The Fist is more feared than respected, but you definitely do not have to worry about being set upon by city folk due to the badges. It is treason, and a death-sentence, to do so."
I don’t know about the rest of you but I have a general aversion to being stabbed repeatedly by drunks. Maybe we should keep this low profile until we’ve spoken to the spy. I’ve heard enough stories to know they are generally paranoid and flighty. I still vote yes to going though.
"Good call, we can always whip out the badges if we look like we are in over our heads!" DuCrae replies brightly "Not, of course, that anything is going to go wrong." He adds the last part to Lia.
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"Tch. There goes me plans on havin' a bit of profit on the side having smuggling be added on our company's business."
Gralmor frowns for a second after hearing the female tiefling's staunch reply after being interrogated.
"This place is really as unscrupulous as they can get."
He then stops leaning at the counter as he focuses himself for their intended job as he takes his own badge and places it into one of his many pouches. After hearing the Flaming Fist's reputation on Baldur's Gate, the gray dwarf seems to be scheming on the side on how he can use it to earn more profit.
Following Lia's map you easily find the Elfsong Tavern. Like most of the taverns you passed, it is needing repair and has a fairly rough-looking set of patrons.
A half-elf is working behind the bar while two young men take orders, deliver drinks and food to tables, and joke with the clientele. Flanking the entrance are two bouncers: a suit of animated armor and a gruff female half-ogre.
Well-armed patrons looking like thugs huddle around tables in the main room and in private booths. Three padded chairs are angled toward a fireplace on the east wall, underneath the creaky wooden staircase that climbs to the second floor. Some drunk is passed out on the couch against the north wall. Next to the couch sits a wooden sea chest that contains an assortment of games (Dragonchess boards, well-used decks of Three-Dragon Ante cards, and so on).
"These Flaming Fist's badges would make our work easy but I prefer the heavy handed approach."
Gralmor makes a sly grin on his face as the gray dwarf whispers his plan to the group.
"So, who wants to permanently confiscate some evidence from those thugs if they resist? I can offer the guidance provided by the gray protector himself to anyone who assists on this endeavor."
Bulvii picks up a badge and puts it into a pocket without much thought. "I wouldn't worry about this establishment." He says toward Gralmor, "It was here before we arrived and I doubt we will be overly involved with it. We should focus on the task at hand as the flaming fists are not known to tolerate much delay." He looks toward Maroug, "Did they provide us any additional information about the 'dead three'?"
Bulvii stands as if ready to leave immediately.
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"Let em ask whatever he likes." The tiefling says with a chuckle. "Just make sure em doesn't mess up me customer base, since Head Office will frown on that and we will have to downsize a bit..."
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"The Flaming Fists?" The Tiefling does truly laugh now. "As long as I pay them a percentage they are more than happy to send people my way." She is truly amused now. "Now, as far as smuggling people into the city goes, that is a different story..." She glances at you more directly now. "For instance six individuals suddenly showing up in town, that might be worth the Flaming Fist's notice..." She shrugs. "Good thing you have the badges, since it would mean you would have to arrest yourselves!" She laughs again, clearly finding this funny. With a shrug she mvoes over and puts the closed sign on the door. "I have to go and report in to the Flaming Fist as to who is leaving tonight, so they can make sure to have the right people at the gate I need to send them out, so no ugly questions get asked." She heads out of the store then.
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Before the Tiefling leaves she turns back to the group. "As I said, you can talk to your Company Rep to get anything you wish about the business here." She informs you. "I am certainly available, when not needing to get certain things set up, to discuss the ins and outs of it with whomever wishes to speak of it." With that she nods farewell and leaves.
"Well this sounds like a well oiled operation, good to know what we are getting into. I suspect we may as well head out and try and find this tavern sooner rather than later. I'll bet if the guards are this shady the locals may well be an interesting bunch, and by interesting I mean dangerous." DuCrae starts checking his armour and weapons are properly adjusted, the flamboyance on hold while he checks his gear with well practiced movements.
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
Moraug holds up a hand as everyone is preparing to leave. "One moment my friends, we have something we must do before departing." Lia sighs next to him and he chuckles as he nods to her. "I know Lia, but we must set things off on the right foot, or else Head Office will be down our necks."
"Fine." Lia says with a shrug.
"Lia is not such a fan of the idea of putting everything to a vote." Moraug informs the group, pulling a voting token from his pocket. "The item at hand is to go to the Elfsong Tavern to speak to this spy." He says as he puts his token on the makeshift table. "I vote to do so." He looks at the group clearly waiting for them to each cast their votes.
"I say yes." Lia puts in with a sigh, laying her token next to Moraug's. "Though it is clear it was already decided without this nonsense..." She adds in.
"You have my vote as well" DuCrae answers using a small token he has in his pocket to indicate his choice.
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
Dalin jumps up and grabs one of those badges, then looks at the 3 voting. Umm...I guess I'll be goin. We can drink while we's talkin, right?
Back and ready to DM and chew bubblegum. And I'm alllll outta bubblegum.
Bulvii looks momentarily confused at the idea of voting. He hesitates before pulling a coin from a pocket and setting it on the table mimicking the others. "I vote we go. Our first stop is to find out what this spy knows to speed our search."
Seeing everyone place a token on the table, Dalin rummages around in his pockets looking for one. He pulls out a half-eaten piece of salted pork and puts it on the barrel. Ah'm in. Wait, 'ang on. He takes another bite of the pork, and places it back, nodding in satisfaction.
Back and ready to DM and chew bubblegum. And I'm alllll outta bubblegum.
“It seems you know the lay of the land. Lead on, Lia,” says with a vote to go to Elfsong Tavern.
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"Oh, I won't be going with you." Lia says with a shake of her head. "I have to do some other tasks at the moment." She pulls a map case from its place at her hip and pulls a map from inside. "As the franchise cartographer, I have a map that details much of the city for you..." She hands it to Ludas as well. "I have a copy of that, but it would be good not to lose it." She tells you all.
Lia does give you a description of the spy you are to meet at Elfsong Tavern though.
"Before we set off, how are the Flaming Fists viewed here, if we enter the tavern wearing the insignia, is it likely to be a good or bad thing? I don't want to have to fight past all the locals because they aren't fans of the local law and order enforcers. Nobody knows us here we could just as easily be travellers recently arrived in Baldur's Gate if it'll make it easier to get to this spy." DuCrae muses as he waits for the last votes to be cast.
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
Dalin, who'd been busily trying to attach his pin to his chainmail, looks up at DuCrae and slowly backs the pin out and slips it in his pocket.
Back and ready to DM and chew bubblegum. And I'm alllll outta bubblegum.
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"The Fist is the only law and order the city has at this point." Lia says with a nod toDuCrae. "They pretty much have free-reign to do as they wish, and most of them do so. No one is going to do anything to you for being part of their group, mostly due to how badly that would go for them if they did. The Fist is more feared than respected, but you definitely do not have to worry about being set upon by city folk due to the badges. It is treason, and a death-sentence, to do so."
I don’t know about the rest of you but I have a general aversion to being stabbed repeatedly by drunks. Maybe we should keep this low profile until we’ve spoken to the spy. I’ve heard enough stories to know they are generally paranoid and flighty. I still vote yes to going though.
"Good call, we can always whip out the badges if we look like we are in over our heads!" DuCrae replies brightly "Not, of course, that anything is going to go wrong." He adds the last part to Lia.
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
"Tch. There goes me plans on havin' a bit of profit on the side having smuggling be added on our company's business."
Gralmor frowns for a second after hearing the female tiefling's staunch reply after being interrogated.
"This place is really as unscrupulous as they can get."
He then stops leaning at the counter as he focuses himself for their intended job as he takes his own badge and places it into one of his many pouches. After hearing the Flaming Fist's reputation on Baldur's Gate, the gray dwarf seems to be scheming on the side on how he can use it to earn more profit.
OOC: Gralmor isn't good at hiding his intentions.
Following Lia's map you easily find the Elfsong Tavern. Like most of the taverns you passed, it is needing repair and has a fairly rough-looking set of patrons.
A half-elf is working behind the bar while two young men take orders, deliver drinks and food to tables, and joke with the clientele. Flanking the entrance are two bouncers: a suit of animated armor and a gruff female half-ogre.
Well-armed patrons looking like thugs huddle around tables in the main room and in private booths. Three padded chairs are angled toward a fireplace on the east wall, underneath the creaky wooden staircase that climbs to the second floor. Some drunk is passed out on the couch against the north wall. Next to the couch sits a wooden sea chest that contains an assortment of games (Dragonchess boards, well-used decks of Three-Dragon Ante cards, and so on).
"These Flaming Fist's badges would make our work easy but I prefer the heavy handed approach."
Gralmor makes a sly grin on his face as the gray dwarf whispers his plan to the group.
"So, who wants to permanently confiscate some evidence from those thugs if they resist? I can offer the guidance provided by the gray protector himself to anyone who assists on this endeavor."