Turning to take in the rest of the group, a sly grin playing on his face, Falshen continues, "To the questions of deception, subterfuge, and stealth, well... those are three of my favorite friends. I look forward to our next steps."
Turning to take in the rest of the group, a sly grin playing on his face, Falshen continues, "To the questions of deception, subterfuge, and stealth, well... those are three of my favorite friends. I look forward to our next steps."
"Excellent. Now... Kenku, do you happen to have a name?"
Turning to take in the rest of the group, a sly grin playing on his face, Falshen continues, "To the questions of deception, subterfuge, and stealth, well... those are three of my favorite friends. I look forward to our next steps."
"Excellent. Now... Kenku, do you happen to have a name?"
The avian responds with a noise that sounds something like the whistle of a boiling kettle.
Having picked up the paper bird, made a mental note of the cities pictured, and taken one of the trade bars, Falshen returns to the group to show and tell his companions of his finds. Turning to Gregor, he adds, "With good reason to suspect the Watch will be closing in soon, and some questions of... uh, familial ties... to these trade bars, there are compelling reasons to either take or leave all 15. I think it unwise to take only a few. What say you, Gregor? If these were your bars, would you rather they be put to good use or left to sit in the Watch's evidence storage?"
Gregor considers, "I always favor 'put to good use' where possible. Perhaps we can drop them off at the Dragon. I'm travelling fairly light as is, and can take a few."
Turning to take in the rest of the group, a sly grin playing on his face, Falshen continues, "To the questions of deception, subterfuge, and stealth, well... those are three of my favorite friends. I look forward to our next steps."
"Excellent. Now... Kenku, do you happen to have a name?"
The avian responds with a noise that sounds something like the whistle of a boiling kettle.
“I agree with Gregor’s idea about the trade bars, I prefer to travel light.” “ As for our tea pot here, hehehe amusing. “Everyone in agreement to head out?”
"Teapot," Gregor begins, "We have a job for you. It's the first of many if you do well by us. It's the last if you betray us. I am going to disguise myself as your fallen ally, and you will take us to the place where you intend to meet your Xanathar Guild contact to collect payment. After this assignment, you will be considered a valuable and permanent employee of the Zhentarim, and I anticipate a lucrative future for you. Does this sound acceptable?"
"Teapot," Gregor begins, "We have a job for you. It's the first of many if you do well by us. It's the last if you betray us. I am going to disguise myself as your fallen ally, and you will take us to the place where you intend to meet your Xanathar Guild contact to collect payment. After this assignment, you will be considered a valuable and permanent employee of the Zhentarim, and I anticipate a lucrative future for you. Does this sound acceptable?"
The kenku bobs his head as best he can from his bound and prone position.
"I anticipate a lucrative future," it repeats in Gregor's voice.
“Let’s get to it” Irma hefts up his hammer on his shoulder and picks up his shield.
Gregor plucks out a series of feathers from the dead Kenku; pinion, down, wing, "If they attempt physical contact, I want some basic tactile feedback for them. That said, if one of you sees them trying to touch me, the game is probably up anyways." Closing his eyes, he mutters a quick chant and touches thumb and finger to his forehead. As he mutters the final words of his spell, he mimes pulling down a zipper. Lines of color follow his hand in faint streamers, quickly expanding and flowing into a copy of the slain foe that settles on him like a second skin.
To Teapot, "Lead the way, do the talking. As a reminder, whether this trip ends in silver or steel depends very much on you."
Having collected and offered to distribute the trade bars amongst his companions (they are fairly hefty, after all), Falshen turns to the departing Renaer, "We wish you a safe walk home, good sir. After you've had a chance to recuperate from this ordeal, I would appreciate a chance to visit and renew our past acquaintance. Might I - and possibly my companions? - call upon you in two day's time? We will likely have quite a tale to tell if tonight goes as we hope."
Having collected and offered to distribute the trade bars amongst his companions (they are fairly hefty, after all), Falshen turns to the departing Renaer, "We wish you a safe walk home, good sir. After you've had a chance to recuperate from this ordeal, I would appreciate a chance to visit and renew our past acquaintance. Might I - and possibly my companions? - call upon you in two day's time? We will likely have quite a tale to tell if tonight goes as we hope."
"It would be my pleasure to receive you gentlemen, and inform you more deeply about the circumstances leading to my unfortunate detainment, preferably over olives and sherry. In the meantime, I believe I should return and inform my friends and household of my deliverance. And to whom shall I attribute my rescue? How do you style yourselves?"
Having collected and offered to distribute the trade bars amongst his companions (they are fairly hefty, after all), Falshen turns to the departing Renaer, "We wish you a safe walk home, good sir. After you've had a chance to recuperate from this ordeal, I would appreciate a chance to visit and renew our past acquaintance. Might I - and possibly my companions? - call upon you in two day's time? We will likely have quite a tale to tell if tonight goes as we hope."
"It would be my pleasure to receive you gentlemen, and inform you more deeply about the circumstances leading to my unfortunate detainment, preferably over olives and sherry. In the meantime, I believe I should return and inform my friends and household of my deliverance. And to whom shall I attribute my rescue? How do you style yourselves?"
"I am called Gregor, my Lord," the thief says, bowing.
With a slight but formal bow, "A man very glad to find you alive and mostly unharmed. More than that should wait for greater privacy, I think, for we may have much to discuss." Again, Falshen's eyes dart meaningful toward the Kenku and back.
With a slight but formal bow, "A man very glad to find you alive and mostly unharmed. More than that should wait for greater privacy, I think, for we may have much to discuss." Again, Falshen's eyes dart meaningful toward the Kenku and back.
With a nod and a flourish, the young nobleman steps out of the warehouse, but not before calling over his shoulder, "I trust you will be prompt in retrieving poor Floon! Call on me at your earliest convenience!"
Turning to take in the rest of the group, a sly grin playing on his face, Falshen continues, "To the questions of deception, subterfuge, and stealth, well... those are three of my favorite friends. I look forward to our next steps."
"Excellent. Now... Kenku, do you happen to have a name?"
The avian responds with a noise that sounds something like the whistle of a boiling kettle.
Gregor considers, "I always favor 'put to good use' where possible. Perhaps we can drop them off at the Dragon. I'm travelling fairly light as is, and can take a few."
"As you wish, Teapot."
“I agree with Gregor’s idea about the trade bars, I prefer to travel light.” “ As for our tea pot here, hehehe amusing. “Everyone in agreement to head out?”
Ian nods affirmatively.
"Teapot," Gregor begins, "We have a job for you. It's the first of many if you do well by us. It's the last if you betray us. I am going to disguise myself as your fallen ally, and you will take us to the place where you intend to meet your Xanathar Guild contact to collect payment. After this assignment, you will be considered a valuable and permanent employee of the Zhentarim, and I anticipate a lucrative future for you. Does this sound acceptable?"
The kenku bobs his head as best he can from his bound and prone position.
"I anticipate a lucrative future," it repeats in Gregor's voice.
“Let’s get to it” Irma hefts up his hammer on his shoulder and picks up his shield.
Gregor plucks out a series of feathers from the dead Kenku; pinion, down, wing, "If they attempt physical contact, I want some basic tactile feedback for them. That said, if one of you sees them trying to touch me, the game is probably up anyways." Closing his eyes, he mutters a quick chant and touches thumb and finger to his forehead. As he mutters the final words of his spell, he mimes pulling down a zipper. Lines of color follow his hand in faint streamers, quickly expanding and flowing into a copy of the slain foe that settles on him like a second skin.
To Teapot, "Lead the way, do the talking. As a reminder, whether this trip ends in silver or steel depends very much on you."
Having collected and offered to distribute the trade bars amongst his companions (they are fairly hefty, after all), Falshen turns to the departing Renaer, "We wish you a safe walk home, good sir. After you've had a chance to recuperate from this ordeal, I would appreciate a chance to visit and renew our past acquaintance. Might I - and possibly my companions? - call upon you in two day's time? We will likely have quite a tale to tell if tonight goes as we hope."
"It would be my pleasure to receive you gentlemen, and inform you more deeply about the circumstances leading to my unfortunate detainment, preferably over olives and sherry. In the meantime, I believe I should return and inform my friends and household of my deliverance. And to whom shall I attribute my rescue? How do you style yourselves?"
"I am called Gregor, my Lord," the thief says, bowing.
"I am Irma my Lord, Irma Gerd," the paladin bows his head.
"You stand in the presence of Akai, scion of dragons! Remember this well, for you not see his like again!" the diminutive spellcaster crows.
“Ian Nito, at your service” says Ian with a polite bow.
With a slight but formal bow, "A man very glad to find you alive and mostly unharmed. More than that should wait for greater privacy, I think, for we may have much to discuss." Again, Falshen's eyes dart meaningful toward the Kenku and back.
With a nod and a flourish, the young nobleman steps out of the warehouse, but not before calling over his shoulder, "I trust you will be prompt in retrieving poor Floon! Call on me at your earliest convenience!"
Gregor turns to Teapot, "Lead the way."