Having payed for and received both drinks, Winchester thanks the barkeep and carries both drinks over to Rubys booth, putting a glass down in front of her. "You might no realize it, but you really pulled a number on him there you know. Telling our fiddler to shut up is like demanding him to rip his own legs off..." Winchester muses, his signature grin returning. "Say, do you know if the old Flint is still around? Now that our bard has it in his head to dally in these kinds of affairs, I'd really appreciate a chance to resupply before anything else."
The bartender takes Winchester's money as well as two mugs, and turns to the back. She fills both up with the dark grey-black stuff you see in a few of the saloon's patrons' glasses. She passes them to Winchester with a nod, and Ruby takes hers when he brings them back.
(Sorry, what do you mean by the old Flint? Is this the contact you were talking about?)
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
(Yes, thats just a contact i came up with on the fly. For all that Winchester knows, that might not even be his real name though, or the name by which he goes for the townspeople.)
"The Flint, you say? Now, I'm pretty new in this town, so I may not be thinkin' of the same guy you are, but I seem to recall that the hearse-driver's shop here had a name somehow incorporatin' the word. That might be who you're lookin' for?"
(Winchester would know that the Flint is indeed a hearse-driver by day, though what he is by night is another matter.)
Winchester just nods and then shrugs. "Sounds close enough to have a look at least." With that he gets up and walks back to Hugeo and Dusty. "I've still got to do some shoppin' before we look into that Mayor problem we're apparantly tacklin' next. Anyone looking to join? Otherwise I'll meet you back at the rails."
(I'd assume it makes sense to reunite with the people that stayed behind at the train to strategize...?)
(If that's okay Winchester heads to Flint to buy ammunition. If no one else feels the need to do so, I guess we can shorten the whole thing to not drag things out?)
Dusty needs no ammo or weapons and so he sticks with Isoldus, indignantly squinting his eyes at the dragonborn, waiting for a plan in response to his frustrated outburst about the major of this town.
Winchester makes his way across the town, back towards the railport. On his way, he notices a particularly colorful train, painted similarly to Cirque Solace, where the party had received the card reading from Lord Dante Arc. Standing nearby is the Flint's rather uninviting shop. It stands two stories tall and has a sign shaped like a coffin above the front door, a flint arrowhead painted onto it. Winchester recognizes this sign, and the little hidden joke it shows, a hint into the Flint's true profession. He's a weapons smuggler, with control over a number of hearse-trains that roll across the Wastes, picking up dead bodies and delivering them to their final ends. The coffins, however, aren't always full of corpses. They aren't full of flint arrowheads either, but it's close enough. Curiously, the windows are all boarded up, and a deathly silence surrounds the establishment. When Winchester bangs on the door, a voice rings out from inside.
"We're closed, go away!"
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
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Winchester narrows his eyes in suspicion as he glances up and down the multicolored wagons, too superstitious to believe they'd appear in this town simply by coincidence, but then focuses his attention fully back to flints shop, or rather, the closed door blocking his entry to it. "And let you *****rd pass the opportunity to shake down a loyal patron for his last coin? Didn't think the old skinflint would be the first one to lose his edge..." Winchester shouts back in hope Flint recognizes his voice, slightly chuckling to himself about his own pun. His eyes wander down the street, then back to the colorful train as he waits for an answer.
Isoldus's frown never wavered. The dragonborn cast a critical glance towards Dusty. "I thought bards were renowned for their subtlety."
"The mayor has caused these people an unforgivable amount of duress - and I would certainly enjoy cutting the blight of his rulership from the sands. All I ask of you, Dusty, is to not give the mayor a reason for fighting us. My goal is to aid the people by removing the mayor from his position. I cannot do so without the people's support. Beyond that, you are free to speak with the mayor. I intend to slay him if it does not present a clear danger to Irene."
Regardless, above all, Isoldus maintained that the party shouldn't split - and so, Isoldus patiently trailed after Winchester over the sands of the streets, arms folded and golden eyes casting his usual glare of scrutiny around the town. The dragonborn's hand never left the hilt of his blade - a more precautionary measure than anything else.
Winchester once again bangs against the door, frustrated. "Oy, now ya can't even recognize an old friend? Whats gotten into you Flint? Wait...if you're not Flint, who the hell are you?" Winchester turns around to Isoldus, his hand twitching nervously. "By the sands, now I remember why I always gave this place a wide berth. I'm tellin' ya, i ain't shootin' no Mayor dead with no bullets in these chambers..." Winchesters hand twitches again, he obviously doesn't like the idea of running around without his treasured revolver ready for action. He nods over to the train in an attempt to temporarily change the topic. "Gotta say I can't convince myself this thing showin' up here's supposed to be a coincidence..."
"bards are exactly as subtle as the situation calls for! and this situation is dire" Dusty crosses his arms in a huff and follows the group, noting that it is best for everyone to be prepared and so he doesn't want to be left behind at the depressing bar.
in response to Winchester's comment on the circus train, Dusty chuckles, "reckon they had as much trouble with the molebats as we did? or you reckon we cleared the way?" he waits for Flint's answer with the group, awkwardly stretching with his hands in his pockets.
(Sorry, I should have made it clear. The train isn't the Cirque Solace, it's just painted similarly. It's way smaller, though, really only a locomotive and a single car.)
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Dusty impatiently taps his foot and glares toward Isoldus for some kind of response, he is somewhat surprised that the Dragonborn indulged in Winchesters errand and made sure the party stayed together, even when there was some overthrowing to be done.
He shows this through over exaggerated sighing and tutting in frustration, apparently not caring about the amount of energy he is wasting on his overly dramatic display, or even at the likely angry response this may garner from the others.
"I'm just itching to get going, what's the hold up? *sigh* I thought you said you knew the guy Winch? is there a secret knock or passphrase that you're forgetting?"
Having payed for and received both drinks, Winchester thanks the barkeep and carries both drinks over to Rubys booth, putting a glass down in front of her. "You might no realize it, but you really pulled a number on him there you know. Telling our fiddler to shut up is like demanding him to rip his own legs off..." Winchester muses, his signature grin returning. "Say, do you know if the old Flint is still around? Now that our bard has it in his head to dally in these kinds of affairs, I'd really appreciate a chance to resupply before anything else."
The bartender takes Winchester's money as well as two mugs, and turns to the back. She fills both up with the dark grey-black stuff you see in a few of the saloon's patrons' glasses. She passes them to Winchester with a nod, and Ruby takes hers when he brings them back.
(Sorry, what do you mean by the old Flint? Is this the contact you were talking about?)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
(Yes, thats just a contact i came up with on the fly. For all that Winchester knows, that might not even be his real name though, or the name by which he goes for the townspeople.)
"The Flint, you say? Now, I'm pretty new in this town, so I may not be thinkin' of the same guy you are, but I seem to recall that the hearse-driver's shop here had a name somehow incorporatin' the word. That might be who you're lookin' for?"
(Winchester would know that the Flint is indeed a hearse-driver by day, though what he is by night is another matter.)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
(So, what's the party doing next? Unless I missed something someone said, which is definitely a possibility.)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Winchester just nods and then shrugs. "Sounds close enough to have a look at least." With that he gets up and walks back to Hugeo and Dusty. "I've still got to do some shoppin' before we look into that Mayor problem we're apparantly tacklin' next. Anyone looking to join? Otherwise I'll meet you back at the rails."
(I'd assume it makes sense to reunite with the people that stayed behind at the train to strategize...?)
Dusty would like to go give the mayor a piece of his mind, and so as long as that is part of the plan then he is ready to move.
(Winchester, are you heading to the Flint? Or back to the train?)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
(If that's okay Winchester heads to Flint to buy ammunition. If no one else feels the need to do so, I guess we can shorten the whole thing to not drag things out?)
Dusty needs no ammo or weapons and so he sticks with Isoldus, indignantly squinting his eyes at the dragonborn, waiting for a plan in response to his frustrated outburst about the major of this town.
Winchester makes his way across the town, back towards the railport. On his way, he notices a particularly colorful train, painted similarly to Cirque Solace, where the party had received the card reading from Lord Dante Arc. Standing nearby is the Flint's rather uninviting shop. It stands two stories tall and has a sign shaped like a coffin above the front door, a flint arrowhead painted onto it. Winchester recognizes this sign, and the little hidden joke it shows, a hint into the Flint's true profession. He's a weapons smuggler, with control over a number of hearse-trains that roll across the Wastes, picking up dead bodies and delivering them to their final ends. The coffins, however, aren't always full of corpses. They aren't full of flint arrowheads either, but it's close enough. Curiously, the windows are all boarded up, and a deathly silence surrounds the establishment. When Winchester bangs on the door, a voice rings out from inside.
"We're closed, go away!"
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Winchester narrows his eyes in suspicion as he glances up and down the multicolored wagons, too superstitious to believe they'd appear in this town simply by coincidence, but then focuses his attention fully back to flints shop, or rather, the closed door blocking his entry to it. "And let you *****rd pass the opportunity to shake down a loyal patron for his last coin? Didn't think the old skinflint would be the first one to lose his edge..." Winchester shouts back in hope Flint recognizes his voice, slightly chuckling to himself about his own pun. His eyes wander down the street, then back to the colorful train as he waits for an answer.
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Isoldus's frown never wavered. The dragonborn cast a critical glance towards Dusty. "I thought bards were renowned for their subtlety."
"The mayor has caused these people an unforgivable amount of duress - and I would certainly enjoy cutting the blight of his rulership from the sands. All I ask of you, Dusty, is to not give the mayor a reason for fighting us. My goal is to aid the people by removing the mayor from his position. I cannot do so without the people's support. Beyond that, you are free to speak with the mayor. I intend to slay him if it does not present a clear danger to Irene."
Regardless, above all, Isoldus maintained that the party shouldn't split - and so, Isoldus patiently trailed after Winchester over the sands of the streets, arms folded and golden eyes casting his usual glare of scrutiny around the town. The dragonborn's hand never left the hilt of his blade - a more precautionary measure than anything else.
No response from the Flint. The house is silent.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Winchester once again bangs against the door, frustrated. "Oy, now ya can't even recognize an old friend? Whats gotten into you Flint? Wait...if you're not Flint, who the hell are you?" Winchester turns around to Isoldus, his hand twitching nervously. "By the sands, now I remember why I always gave this place a wide berth. I'm tellin' ya, i ain't shootin' no Mayor dead with no bullets in these chambers..." Winchesters hand twitches again, he obviously doesn't like the idea of running around without his treasured revolver ready for action. He nods over to the train in an attempt to temporarily change the topic. "Gotta say I can't convince myself this thing showin' up here's supposed to be a coincidence..."
"bards are exactly as subtle as the situation calls for! and this situation is dire" Dusty crosses his arms in a huff and follows the group, noting that it is best for everyone to be prepared and so he doesn't want to be left behind at the depressing bar.
in response to Winchester's comment on the circus train, Dusty chuckles, "reckon they had as much trouble with the molebats as we did? or you reckon we cleared the way?" he waits for Flint's answer with the group, awkwardly stretching with his hands in his pockets.
(Sorry, I should have made it clear. The train isn't the Cirque Solace, it's just painted similarly. It's way smaller, though, really only a locomotive and a single car.)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
(Yeah i got that, Winchester is a superstitious guy though. In his mind, the two trains might be related somehow...)
(So, what's the plan? The Flint isn't responding.)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Dusty impatiently taps his foot and glares toward Isoldus for some kind of response, he is somewhat surprised that the Dragonborn indulged in Winchesters errand and made sure the party stayed together, even when there was some overthrowing to be done.
He shows this through over exaggerated sighing and tutting in frustration, apparently not caring about the amount of energy he is wasting on his overly dramatic display, or even at the likely angry response this may garner from the others.
"I'm just itching to get going, what's the hold up? *sigh* I thought you said you knew the guy Winch? is there a secret knock or passphrase that you're forgetting?"