"Either they are still with that Liela or on the way to us, let's check Sockol representative first."And she marched into Liela's dock-house direction.
Zelra looks incredibly disappointed at the fact that they wouldn't be getting paid. "Oh... okay.. Well, why doesn't he want outside investigations? I mean, you seem to be in a rush to get this situation over and done with so it seems weird that you guys aren't hiring people to deal with it."
Liela sighs again and starts to rub her temple. "If you want my honest opinion, it's all about image. Master Igan thinks that the status of the house will decrease if it becomes known how small House Sokol's presence actually is on the island. Should you speak with him, feel free to ask him for payment for any services rendered, but I myself do not have permission to grant it," she answers.
There is a sharp rap on the door, and Liela moves to answer it, opening the door to reveal Ola and the others. "Welcome to the House Sokol Administrative Offices. How may I help you?" she says.
"Greeting," no less ceremoniously answered Ola. "it seems you already talked with our associates. And we are bringing the word from Black Fist: they would welcome the help of our group on the matter of extinguished beacon in Sokol Keep. If you do not mind our help in investigation either, I take it we can simply proceed?"
Sylyra walks out. "Officially, House Sokol doesn't wish there to be an investigation. She told us to check with the Black Fist." He holds up a slip of paper. "We do have a way to get to the island, though."
"Then it is settled. Unless you too wish to talk to Sergeant Hurn we can go straight to the ferry. He did not said anything informative about the Keep, but assured his name would be enough for the ferry man to take us to the island. Still a written permit is always better." Should Sylyra wish to go to Sergeant, Ola will wait by the ferry. Otherwise, she will thank Liela, say her farewells and go to the ferry with the group.
Zelra thanks Liela and bids her farewell as the group heads out. "Man, that didn't go as I expected... did the Black Fist offer any reward or payment?"
"Not at all. An oral contract at best. I do not mean to sound bitter - and the goal is wort to pursue anyway, but it seems more like both parties expect us to clean up whatever mess happened in there and use results to their benefits. Well, it is what it is, and oral obligations are still obligations. Shall we proceed?"
"Very well then," Liela says with a rigid nod, "Thank you all for stopping by. Safe journeys."
The party departs the small office and steps back into the breezy day. Further along the docks, the noise of the day's new arrivals fill the air, workers hollering as they unload and load cargo. A diminutive half-elf man stands out amongst the muscles and sinew, but his approach and stride carry confidence.
"Sylyra Wasanthi?" he speaks. "I've been asked to give you this." He holds a folded sheet of parchment between two fingers, bowing his head as he hands it toward Sylyra.
Sylyra's eyes rise off the note and stare off into the distance for two heartbeats before clearing and returning to the task at hand. He folds the note and sticks it in a pocket. "We need to return to The Laughing Goblin." He sets off walking, not seeming to care whether the others follow.
Quiet has returned to The Laughing Goblin upon your return. The tavern is devoid of the presence of the Black Fist guards that had barged in while you were leaving. All but two of the dockworkers have left, along with Keria and Aravele. The half-orc, halflings, and humans still dine at their respective tables. Fat Mar is taking dishes away from the trio of humans, and Imizael is reading a broadsheet, leaning upon the bar.
Uragum grumbles a bit, "everyone wants this beacon lit and fast but all this darn back and forth... cant everyone just get along?" He stops, laughs, "a goliath talking about peace. That's a new one."
OOC: I'm not sure if Sylyra knows where her room is.
Once the party enters, Sylyra says over his shoulder. "I'll be back."
If Sylyra knows which room is Olisara's, he'll go straight there. If not, he'll ask Imizael which room is her's. He'll then head upstairs to her room and knock, identifying himself if she asks who's there.
Imizael asks to see the note, then nods and points upstairs. "Third door past the stairs. Knock three times, pause, then twice more," she says with a smirk. Sylyra heads to the staircase while the rest of the party remains at the bar. Imizael asks, "Something to drink while you wait?"
For Sylyra:
The stairs lead to a common lounge on the second floor, with furnishings overlooking the docks of Phlan via a large window. The rooms are split by the tavern area, with a walkway leading to the other side, but according to Imizael, Olisara's room is on this side of the stairs.
After knocking to Imizael's specifications, the door swings open. Olisara looks as proper as you've always seen her on the tavern floor, the elf's clothing common but well-kept. In her room, aside from the bed, is a large writing desk and a pair of comfortable chairs. The room has no window.
Olisara smiles and steps into the room, motioning you to one of the chairs. She pulls the other one across from you, and leans back casually.
"Watcher Wasanthi. You don't strike me as one that is fond of tests, but would it please you to know you have passed one?" she grins.
Sylyra, of two minds — one flirtatious and one ambitious — decides to give the other elf a pleased expression. "That's good to know. What was the test?"
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"Either they are still with that Liela or on the way to us, let's check Sockol representative first." And she marched into Liela's dock-house direction.
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Zelra looks incredibly disappointed at the fact that they wouldn't be getting paid. "Oh... okay.. Well, why doesn't he want outside investigations? I mean, you seem to be in a rush to get this situation over and done with so it seems weird that you guys aren't hiring people to deal with it."
Liela sighs again and starts to rub her temple. "If you want my honest opinion, it's all about image. Master Igan thinks that the status of the house will decrease if it becomes known how small House Sokol's presence actually is on the island. Should you speak with him, feel free to ask him for payment for any services rendered, but I myself do not have permission to grant it," she answers.
There is a sharp rap on the door, and Liela moves to answer it, opening the door to reveal Ola and the others. "Welcome to the House Sokol Administrative Offices. How may I help you?" she says.
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"Greeting," no less ceremoniously answered Ola. "it seems you already talked with our associates. And we are bringing the word from Black Fist: they would welcome the help of our group on the matter of extinguished beacon in Sokol Keep. If you do not mind our help in investigation either, I take it we can simply proceed?"
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Sylyra walks out. "Officially, House Sokol doesn't wish there to be an investigation. She told us to check with the Black Fist." He holds up a slip of paper. "We do have a way to get to the island, though."
"Then it is settled. Unless you too wish to talk to Sergeant Hurn we can go straight to the ferry. He did not said anything informative about the Keep, but assured his name would be enough for the ferry man to take us to the island. Still a written permit is always better." Should Sylyra wish to go to Sergeant, Ola will wait by the ferry. Otherwise, she will thank Liela, say her farewells and go to the ferry with the group.
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Zelra thanks Liela and bids her farewell as the group heads out. "Man, that didn't go as I expected... did the Black Fist offer any reward or payment?"
"Not at all. An oral contract at best. I do not mean to sound bitter - and the goal is wort to pursue anyway, but it seems more like both parties expect us to clean up whatever mess happened in there and use results to their benefits. Well, it is what it is, and oral obligations are still obligations. Shall we proceed?"
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"Very well then," Liela says with a rigid nod, "Thank you all for stopping by. Safe journeys."
The party departs the small office and steps back into the breezy day. Further along the docks, the noise of the day's new arrivals fill the air, workers hollering as they unload and load cargo. A diminutive half-elf man stands out amongst the muscles and sinew, but his approach and stride carry confidence.
"Sylyra Wasanthi?" he speaks. "I've been asked to give you this." He holds a folded sheet of parchment between two fingers, bowing his head as he hands it toward Sylyra.
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Sylyra accepts the sheet of parchment and opens it, a slight scowl narrowing his eyes.
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The half-elf bows again and scurries off as Sylyra studies the note:
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Sylyra's eyes rise off the note and stare off into the distance for two heartbeats before clearing and returning to the task at hand. He folds the note and sticks it in a pocket. "We need to return to The Laughing Goblin." He sets off walking, not seeming to care whether the others follow.
Ola raises a brow, shrugs and follows - the tavern is close enough and if there is another clue, the walk will worth it.
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Zelra looks intrigued at Sylyra but imitates Ola, shrugging and following along to the tavern.
Quiet has returned to The Laughing Goblin upon your return. The tavern is devoid of the presence of the Black Fist guards that had barged in while you were leaving. All but two of the dockworkers have left, along with Keria and Aravele. The half-orc, halflings, and humans still dine at their respective tables. Fat Mar is taking dishes away from the trio of humans, and Imizael is reading a broadsheet, leaning upon the bar.
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Uragum grumbles a bit, "everyone wants this beacon lit and fast but all this darn back and forth... cant everyone just get along?" He stops, laughs, "a goliath talking about peace. That's a new one."
OOC: I'm not sure if Sylyra knows where her room is.
Once the party enters, Sylyra says over his shoulder. "I'll be back."
If Sylyra knows which room is Olisara's, he'll go straight there. If not, he'll ask Imizael which room is her's. He'll then head upstairs to her room and knock, identifying himself if she asks who's there.
Imizael asks to see the note, then nods and points upstairs. "Third door past the stairs. Knock three times, pause, then twice more," she says with a smirk. Sylyra heads to the staircase while the rest of the party remains at the bar. Imizael asks, "Something to drink while you wait?"
For Sylyra:
The stairs lead to a common lounge on the second floor, with furnishings overlooking the docks of Phlan via a large window. The rooms are split by the tavern area, with a walkway leading to the other side, but according to Imizael, Olisara's room is on this side of the stairs.
After knocking to Imizael's specifications, the door swings open. Olisara looks as proper as you've always seen her on the tavern floor, the elf's clothing common but well-kept. In her room, aside from the bed, is a large writing desk and a pair of comfortable chairs. The room has no window.
Olisara smiles and steps into the room, motioning you to one of the chairs. She pulls the other one across from you, and leans back casually.
"Watcher Wasanthi. You don't strike me as one that is fond of tests, but would it please you to know you have passed one?" she grins.
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Sylyra, of two minds — one flirtatious and one ambitious — decides to give the other elf a pleased expression. "That's good to know. What was the test?"