“My property is on the edge of town, just in that direction. I will be having a meeting this evening and I would like for you to be there. I’ll arrange for you to stay at the Shady Bough inn, which is just across the street from my estate, as temporary housing.”As he talks with you, he leads you around the shops to find you more Empire-appropriate clothing. It takes about 30 minutes or so to find what you wanted, but you do eventually get them.
And that is it for Cinta Yan, for now.
The next person of interest we will be looking at is currently in a jail cell. The whole place seems to be built to bore the people who stay there, so no guards are in the actual jail. The walls are made of completely gray bricks, with almost no detail. The bars are about half an inch thick and have 1/4 inch gaps. There is also one hole in each cell. The hole is used as a light source for the jailed and has two bars forming a cross so nobody small can escape. Inside one particular jail cell is a tall and muscular goliath. The humanoid is about 8 feet of gray skin. He has blue eyes and absolutely no sign of hair on his head. Customary tattoos seem to cover the goliath’s bare chest.
A guard taps on the cell’s bars with the butt of his spear. “Hey, big man. The lawmaster wants to speak with you, but he doesn’t exactly enjoy the jail. If you promise to be nice, I promise not to stab you with this.” He waves his spear. “Will you be nice?”
Arrin eyes the man up and down before grunting, “You’d just call more weaklings to help if I tried anything.” He then tries to stretch but is unable to move very well in the cell, it not exactly built for someone his size, “Let me out to stretch and I’ll follow you to this....lawmaster.”
He unlocks the cell door and immediately tightens his grip on the spear. “Don’t try anything.” When you get out to stretch, you feel the metal tip of the spear just slightly poke you. Though it doesn’t break skin, it’s close enough to stab you with a little thrust. He pushes you out of the building, where you see three guards waiting. The four of them surround you, prepared to attack at the smallest hint of a threat.
Grinning Arrin says, “Someone is happy to see me.” Finishing his stretches by loudly cracking his Arrin moves forward, letting the man with the spear guide him where he needs to be.
“Port Damali in the Managerie Coast. I assumed you’ve heard of it.” Arrin replies scratching his face as he does, his facial hair having grown wild while behind bars.
Arrin grunts and says, “It sounds like a lot of waiting around in a cramped room for nothing.” He then looks at the guards before saying, “I’m sure there’s some rat problem or something I could do instead. Not really a challenge but it sounds better than laying around for a month.”
He sits there for a few moments, trying to think of something equal to 30 days of jail time. He looks at your build and general shape. “Hmm...I could..no, that won’t do. What about...hmm..” A small smirk forms on his face. In the most sarcastic tone, “Oh I know what to do with you. The guards will take you back to the jail. You spend another night in there, thinking about what you’ve done. Someone will pick you up tomorrow morning for your first act of selflessness.”
Arrin mumbles some probably not nice words in giant as he leaves the lawmasters place taking his time to walk back to the cells, enjoying what time he has not cramped up before being put back in the box and having his knee in his chest for another night.
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He looks a little bit embarrassed and lets out a nervous chuckle. “Well...there is one thing you could do for me.”
Cinta looked intrigued and raised an eyebrow...
“My property is on the edge of town, just in that direction. I will be having a meeting this evening and I would like for you to be there. I’ll arrange for you to stay at the Shady Bough inn, which is just across the street from my estate, as temporary housing.” As he talks with you, he leads you around the shops to find you more Empire-appropriate clothing. It takes about 30 minutes or so to find what you wanted, but you do eventually get them.
And that is it for Cinta Yan, for now.
The next person of interest we will be looking at is currently in a jail cell. The whole place seems to be built to bore the people who stay there, so no guards are in the actual jail. The walls are made of completely gray bricks, with almost no detail. The bars are about half an inch thick and have 1/4 inch gaps. There is also one hole in each cell. The hole is used as a light source for the jailed and has two bars forming a cross so nobody small can escape. Inside one particular jail cell is a tall and muscular goliath. The humanoid is about 8 feet of gray skin. He has blue eyes and absolutely no sign of hair on his head. Customary tattoos seem to cover the goliath’s bare chest.
A guard taps on the cell’s bars with the butt of his spear. “Hey, big man. The lawmaster wants to speak with you, but he doesn’t exactly enjoy the jail. If you promise to be nice, I promise not to stab you with this.” He waves his spear. “Will you be nice?”
Arrin eyes the man up and down before grunting, “You’d just call more weaklings to help if I tried anything.” He then tries to stretch but is unable to move very well in the cell, it not exactly built for someone his size, “Let me out to stretch and I’ll follow you to this....lawmaster.”
He unlocks the cell door and immediately tightens his grip on the spear. “Don’t try anything.” When you get out to stretch, you feel the metal tip of the spear just slightly poke you. Though it doesn’t break skin, it’s close enough to stab you with a little thrust. He pushes you out of the building, where you see three guards waiting. The four of them surround you, prepared to attack at the smallest hint of a threat.
Grinning Arrin says, “Someone is happy to see me.” Finishing his stretches by loudly cracking his Arrin moves forward, letting the man with the spear guide him where he needs to be.
After about half an hour, you find yourself being escorted into the lawmaster’s office. “Says here you’ve been brawling. Is that correct?”
Arrin nods saying, “Yeah. It’s how we say hello where I’m from, didn’t know a few bloody noses would case such a scene.”
He scans you while you speak. “Well, inciting violence is just a little bit against the law. Where are you from?”
“Port Damali in the Managerie Coast. I assumed you’ve heard of it.” Arrin replies scratching his face as he does, his facial hair having grown wild while behind bars.
The lawmaster drops his sarcastic tone. “And what are you doing in Deastok, aside from causing trouble?”
“Got bored.” The Goliath answers with a shrug, “Hoping to find a challenge here. Being in the same place all your life gets boring.”
“A challenge, you say? Does 30 days of jail sound like enough of a challenge?”
Arrin grunts and says, “It sounds like a lot of waiting around in a cramped room for nothing.” He then looks at the guards before saying, “I’m sure there’s some rat problem or something I could do instead. Not really a challenge but it sounds better than laying around for a month.”
You see the lawmaster writing something, maybe notes. He looks back up at you. “So you would prefer community service?”
“It’s better than sitting around in a cell that can’t hold you. So what do you have?” Arrin asks hoping to get out of these chains today.
He sits there for a few moments, trying to think of something equal to 30 days of jail time. He looks at your build and general shape. “Hmm...I could..no, that won’t do. What about...hmm..” A small smirk forms on his face. In the most sarcastic tone, “Oh I know what to do with you. The guards will take you back to the jail. You spend another night in there, thinking about what you’ve done. Someone will pick you up tomorrow morning for your first act of selflessness.”
Arrin lets out a huff of annoyance, “I’d rather be under house arrest in an inn. Plus I’m going to need my gear if I’m to help someone.”
He smiles. “Glad to see that bothers you. Guards! Take him back to the jail.”
Arrin mumbles some probably not nice words in giant as he leaves the lawmasters place taking his time to walk back to the cells, enjoying what time he has not cramped up before being put back in the box and having his knee in his chest for another night.