Sol turns to Ometyr and speaks to him in giant. The giant immediately reduces his size from large to medium and gives Sol the thumbs up. Before the guard leaves Sol responds, "See, no problem." and he turns to Sam and smiles.
After the guard heads inside and Vin questions the man's nervousness, Sol's eyebrows furrow, "Nervous? Why would be the guard be nervous in my presence? He seemed normal to me."
Entering into the door on the floor each person has to invert their gravity to be walking straight downward at a 90⁰ angle. As you walk down this chimney like corridor, you pass doors for one... Two... Three... Four floors before you reach the bottom level, each door you pass you can hear workers working, machines hissing and clunking, laughter here and there.
As you follow the guard down and through the last door you find a bottling room, a gangway hangs on the ceiling curling round the room above several moving platforms, workers at these platforms seem to be gloved up with thick rubber gloves (similar to gewyn's hat) up to their elbows filing vials into a machine where they get filled with the potent poison. At the other end they get moved into a couple of carts where they're moved to the other side of the room and packed into crates which move to a crane and are lowered into a hole in the ground which is currently covered with a vault looking hatch. Pipes flow around the room and machines whirr and click, the workers look over to you all as you enter.
Behind the bottling line there is a set of stairs they descend even further, and coming up from those stairs is a thick handed blue dwarf a little tall for a dwarf and his hair a little transparent like that of an air genasi. He shouts words in auran over to the workers before stopping and seeing the group.
Sam whistles absently at the magnitude of the operation they have going here. It is more impressive than some of the breweries he has worked at (and drank at) back home. And those places produced plenty of violence with their brand of poison. Just imagine what this place and the Mornlyf must be doing...
"So," Sam calls out loudly to Sol. "When do we get to the part where you tell them to shut it all down?"
Vin remains silent as he surveys the factory, noting the precautions taken by the workers against the deadly poison they are dealing with.He is not as confident as Sol that the order to cease manufacture will be taken within push back or outright aggression, and so he remains on high alert.
Neferox enters behind him if there is room to do so without moving ahead of Sol.
Gewyn finally unslings his cittern and starts tuning one of the strings. The tuning plucks subtly turn into an actual rhythm, and before long he is casually playing off to the side, going through an adaptation of a popular Theair folk song he’d read about in the library. “Just ignore me,” he says to Sol.
Sol is about to say something to the dwarf when Sam says his line. Glowering at the half-orc he then turns to the rest of you with a look of, 'is he always like this?'
He then shakes his head to clear it, giving a small nod to Gewyn and steps forward towards the tall dwarf. "Good day sir. I assume you are the foreman on duty here today? I'm afraid I bring news from Shenoh and this operation needs to be shut down. We are here to dispose of the mornlyf, with or without your assistance. But fear not, this factory will continue to be used so no one should lose their jobs. It just might take a bit to get operations switched over to more helpful potions. Please, help me inform your people that they must stop production immediately."
Muir steps back a step or two acting as nonchalantly as a loxodon can and whispers "I am fine....it is someone else within the group that needs checking on or a talking to"
Vin shrugs, "It could be worse. Far, far worse. Sol is getting off lightly in truth. He could be a bit more authoritative though, with Sam and his people. He's just so polite".
Sam returns the glower with a look of confusion but mostly just waits and watches... looking around to see how the dwarf and others react when told to shut down by Sol.
The dwarf looks as pissed off as anyone else would when a boss who isn't even your direct Boss saunters in and basically tells you that you're out of a job for a while. He scratches his head and pulls a bell out of his belt and gives it a ring, shouting at the workers in Auran who start to put down tools and assemble near the group ready to leave via the door they arrived through.
The dwarf looks around the group seeing the battle readiness of a few, which only seems to make him more frustrated as he growls out "calm down. I've sent them on a break while we sort this out... Order from shenoh eh? All our orders that come from shenoh normally get to us through Mori, where is she? Shouldn't she be the one to shut down production in her own factory?"
Sam considers pointing out the error with the idea that "All our orders.. normally come through Mori" but he decides he's not really the grammar cop of the group so he lets it go. All in all he is kind of amused at the pushback that he was assured wouldn't happen and waits to see how Sol handles it.
"Yes, normally your orders would come from Mori, but she has her own issues with Shenoh to work out. And we are just pausing the production here, going to be repurposing this factory. Thank you for your understanding and your expediency on this matter. Now, we need to start destroying the mornlyf, are you and your people going to help or are you going to vacate?" Sol looks at the dwarf with these last comments more sternly so that there is no misunderstanding.
Vin steps forwards and speaks to Sol, not raising his voice but loud enough for the foreman to hear.
"If I may", he starts respectfully. "We need to know how to shut production down and how best to dispose of the mornlyf. What protocols are in place for such a requirement and so forth. That would suggest that helping would be seen far more favourably by Shenoh, would you not agree?"
"pausing... Repurposing... Shutting down... It's all the same, the stock is in the vault ready for transport..." He sighs, frustrated, angry, "NO warnin! NO nothin!, this bell... This Bell is what makes me foreman, this provides Order, gives Purpose, makes me someone!, y'know. But if we gotta pause to repurpose or whatever the hells, then I don't need it any more..." He angrily throws the bell down on the floor in front of the group, much to the confusion of the workers who are starting to slowly filter through the group making their way to the exit. The dwarf looks to you all. Pink in the cheeks, his brow furrowed "You wanna get to the stocks, you wanna pull the plug on my livelihood, on these people's income, go ahead break my bell, If I don't need it no more, break it!."
Insight Check into guard trying to gauge if he is really totally compliant to Sol and what he says or not: 17
"Surely there is an entrance here that would accommodate Shinoh's guest," Sam calls to the guard, indicating Ömertyr.
Sol turns to Ometyr and speaks to him in giant. The giant immediately reduces his size from large to medium and gives Sol the thumbs up. Before the guard leaves Sol responds, "See, no problem." and he turns to Sam and smiles.
After the guard heads inside and Vin questions the man's nervousness, Sol's eyebrows furrow, "Nervous? Why would be the guard be nervous in my presence? He seemed normal to me."
Entering into the door on the floor each person has to invert their gravity to be walking straight downward at a 90⁰ angle. As you walk down this chimney like corridor, you pass doors for one... Two... Three... Four floors before you reach the bottom level, each door you pass you can hear workers working, machines hissing and clunking, laughter here and there.
As you follow the guard down and through the last door you find a bottling room, a gangway hangs on the ceiling curling round the room above several moving platforms, workers at these platforms seem to be gloved up with thick rubber gloves (similar to gewyn's hat) up to their elbows filing vials into a machine where they get filled with the potent poison. At the other end they get moved into a couple of carts where they're moved to the other side of the room and packed into crates which move to a crane and are lowered into a hole in the ground which is currently covered with a vault looking hatch. Pipes flow around the room and machines whirr and click, the workers look over to you all as you enter.
Behind the bottling line there is a set of stairs they descend even further, and coming up from those stairs is a thick handed blue dwarf a little tall for a dwarf and his hair a little transparent like that of an air genasi. He shouts words in auran over to the workers before stopping and seeing the group.
Sam whistles absently at the magnitude of the operation they have going here. It is more impressive than some of the breweries he has worked at (and drank at) back home. And those places produced plenty of violence with their brand of poison. Just imagine what this place and the Mornlyf must be doing...
"So," Sam calls out loudly to Sol. "When do we get to the part where you tell them to shut it all down?"
Vin remains silent as he surveys the factory, noting the precautions taken by the workers against the deadly poison they are dealing with.He is not as confident as Sol that the order to cease manufacture will be taken within push back or outright aggression, and so he remains on high alert.
Neferox enters behind him if there is room to do so without moving ahead of Sol.
Gewyn finally unslings his cittern and starts tuning one of the strings. The tuning plucks subtly turn into an actual rhythm, and before long he is casually playing off to the side, going through an adaptation of a popular Theair folk song he’d read about in the library. “Just ignore me,” he says to Sol.
Sol is about to say something to the dwarf when Sam says his line. Glowering at the half-orc he then turns to the rest of you with a look of, 'is he always like this?'
He then shakes his head to clear it, giving a small nod to Gewyn and steps forward towards the tall dwarf. "Good day sir. I assume you are the foreman on duty here today? I'm afraid I bring news from Shenoh and this operation needs to be shut down. We are here to dispose of the mornlyf, with or without your assistance. But fear not, this factory will continue to be used so no one should lose their jobs. It just might take a bit to get operations switched over to more helpful potions. Please, help me inform your people that they must stop production immediately."
Muir says nothing but looks at Vin after Sam's remark and Sol's glower
Vin takes a step back when he notices Muir looking at him and whispers, "You ok Muir? That guy does not look happy".
Muir steps back a step or two acting as nonchalantly as a loxodon can and whispers "I am fine....it is someone else within the group that needs checking on or a talking to"
Vin shrugs, "It could be worse. Far, far worse. Sol is getting off lightly in truth. He could be a bit more authoritative though, with Sam and his people. He's just so polite".
Muir nods, stands back and says nothing more
Sam returns the glower with a look of confusion but mostly just waits and watches... looking around to see how the dwarf and others react when told to shut down by Sol.
The dwarf looks as pissed off as anyone else would when a boss who isn't even your direct Boss saunters in and basically tells you that you're out of a job for a while. He scratches his head and pulls a bell out of his belt and gives it a ring, shouting at the workers in Auran who start to put down tools and assemble near the group ready to leave via the door they arrived through.
The dwarf looks around the group seeing the battle readiness of a few, which only seems to make him more frustrated as he growls out "calm down. I've sent them on a break while we sort this out... Order from shenoh eh? All our orders that come from shenoh normally get to us through Mori, where is she? Shouldn't she be the one to shut down production in her own factory?"
Sam considers pointing out the error with the idea that "All our orders.. normally come through Mori" but he decides he's not really the grammar cop of the group so he lets it go. All in all he is kind of amused at the pushback that he was assured wouldn't happen and waits to see how Sol handles it.
Muir coughs and says "Repurpose" and coughs again.
"Yes, normally your orders would come from Mori, but she has her own issues with Shenoh to work out. And we are just pausing the production here, going to be repurposing this factory. Thank you for your understanding and your expediency on this matter. Now, we need to start destroying the mornlyf, are you and your people going to help or are you going to vacate?" Sol looks at the dwarf with these last comments more sternly so that there is no misunderstanding.
Vin steps forwards and speaks to Sol, not raising his voice but loud enough for the foreman to hear.
"If I may", he starts respectfully. "We need to know how to shut production down and how best to dispose of the mornlyf. What protocols are in place for such a requirement and so forth. That would suggest that helping would be seen far more favourably by Shenoh, would you not agree?"
"pausing... Repurposing... Shutting down... It's all the same, the stock is in the vault ready for transport..." He sighs, frustrated, angry, "NO warnin! NO nothin!, this bell... This Bell is what makes me foreman, this provides Order, gives Purpose, makes me someone!, y'know. But if we gotta pause to repurpose or whatever the hells, then I don't need it any more..." He angrily throws the bell down on the floor in front of the group, much to the confusion of the workers who are starting to slowly filter through the group making their way to the exit. The dwarf looks to you all. Pink in the cheeks, his brow furrowed "You wanna get to the stocks, you wanna pull the plug on my livelihood, on these people's income, go ahead break my bell, If I don't need it no more, break it!."
Muir sighs….loudly…at what appears to him to be a simple solution but says nothing as to not anger anyone