Dorric smiles at Zarbyn and winks. "I'd say your best bet would be to get some roses and deliver them to her in the name of Lord Azur. At a minimum, that would put her in a good mood." Then he shakes his head, "The rest...well, that would be a bit of luck and strategy....the lady deals in information, so....if you have some information, she might exchange the location of the wizard if she has it. Or, she may have you do a task for her as she does not leave her gardens often."
A woman with no weapons approaches Amdaeng. "Chiang Mai province......maybe from Fang.....Execution Hill’s the place, if you’re lookin’ for blood or coin. Most nights we’ve got pits burnin’ hot — bare-knuckle brawls, blade duels, even a beast fight or two if the mood takes us. The crowd loves a good scream. You look game enough… and that bear o’ yours? A crowd-pleaser for sure. Step in the ring, walk out richer."
A woman with no weapons approaches Amdaeng. "Chiang Mai province......maybe from Fang.....Execution Hill’s the place, if you’re lookin’ for blood or coin. Most nights we’ve got pits burnin’ hot — bare-knuckle brawls, blade duels, even a beast fight or two if the mood takes us. The crowd loves a good scream. You look game enough… and that bear o’ yours? A crowd-pleaser for sure. Step in the ring, walk out richer."
Despite herself Amdaeng found herself listening to the woman as part of her mind slipped back into the relative simplicity of her days in the cages......but then the woman mentioned Ning and her memories got a lot darker.
Steel flashed in her gaze, " No......not N...the bear. But.......maybe....... perhaps .....me.....any chance the Wizard of Blacksand frequents the pits or someone who would know how to contact him?"
The woman smiles, "Who knows what types you'll find there, but surely nobles down to the drudges of life find solace in watching others hurt each other. Information, rumors, and misinformation are common in Blacksand, but....Doric's lead for your friend, the Serpent Queen, she may be your highest chance of finding the man and not being taken advantage of or worse, robbed blind or killed."
"I have only seen her during public processions. She appears to have the body of a woman, often robed in silks of green and gold, but her head is that of a scaled serpent. She usually keeps her head and eyes covered but I have no doubt her eyes are those of a slitted snake. Yet, most find her alluring, regal, provocative, even dangerous."
Amdaeng:
The Serpent Queen is certainly know of in Fang. It is said she was once a beautiful vein woman who angered either another female ruler or perhaps the gods themselves. Amdaeng her that she was subjected to terrible rituals and magics by Caarth Sorcerer Priests of the Desert of Skulls and now has the head of a serpent. There have also been rumors that Lord Azzur would pay handsomely for a way to reverse the rituals.
As conversations are progressing, three Crimson Legion (Uninjured) thugs enter the bar and take a seat at a table in another corner. One of the trolls heads over. Likely they are conducting some business.
(18, 9, 16)
Whether its his imagination or not, Lev feels the gaze of one of the men looking at the out of town guests.
" So....roses....Lord Azzur......where would one find roses in this place? My homeland is more ratchaphruek, jasmine, lotus and the like.....I don't really know roses. Wait. Aren't there some public gardens here? We could.....liberate....some.", Amdaeng mused to the others under her breath.
From his spot at his table, Vydar keeps an eye on Lira when she heads over to speak with the smugglers. He knows enough about how roguish types communicate to recognize the hand signs as some sort of identification, he'd likely recognize thieves can't if he heard it, but he'd never taken the time to learn such speech from his adoptive mother. Regardless of what the hand signs meant, he notes the interest in Lira's necklace and stays ready to step in should the thugs press her farther to sell it. The fact that she dismissed the generous offer may paint a target on her back...
He also does his best to listen in on the conversation Zarbyn had stuck up. It seems this town doesn't know how to tell fact from fiction based on their ideas of the Twice Shy... unless Zarbyn was actually the one who didn't know the ship's true nature. Regardless the talk of the Serpent Queen intrigues him, though he's not sure why these people seem to think she's trustworthy... though the fact that both the barkeep and the woman who'd approached Amdeang seems to think so is a good sign.
With his companions seeming to be gathering plenty of information themselves, Vydar decides to take out his Spellbook to look through his spells.
From the three crimson legion thugs that sit quietly in the corner, the cleric hears bits of conversation. "That guy seems familiar. I think I've seen him before." Another looks toward the group. "Well, we've gots other business to attend to and you seem to know everybody Filch." "Yah, well, alright. How much can we get for the spices?" Then, one seems to see you eavesdropping and their conversation becomes more quiet. (Perception to see if you can determine who "that guy" they are referring to is?)
A little unnerved by the feeling of eyes on him and his companions, Lev takes a moment to register that Iolinder is addressing him.
“Filch… I know who he is but I’ve never met him. He’s one of Werik’s lieutenants. …why?” His tone betrays little worry, though there is a tenseness to his voice that creeps through his normally stoic demeanor.
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Dorric smiles at Zarbyn and winks. "I'd say your best bet would be to get some roses and deliver them to her in the name of Lord Azur. At a minimum, that would put her in a good mood." Then he shakes his head, "The rest...well, that would be a bit of luck and strategy....the lady deals in information, so....if you have some information, she might exchange the location of the wizard if she has it. Or, she may have you do a task for her as she does not leave her gardens often."
A woman with no weapons approaches Amdaeng. "Chiang Mai province......maybe from Fang.....Execution Hill’s the place, if you’re lookin’ for blood or coin. Most nights we’ve got pits burnin’ hot — bare-knuckle brawls, blade duels, even a beast fight or two if the mood takes us. The crowd loves a good scream. You look game enough… and that bear o’ yours? A crowd-pleaser for sure. Step in the ring, walk out richer."
Despite herself Amdaeng found herself listening to the woman as part of her mind slipped back into the relative simplicity of her days in the cages......but then the woman mentioned Ning and her memories got a lot darker.
Steel flashed in her gaze, " No......not N...the bear. But.......maybe....... perhaps .....me.....any chance the Wizard of Blacksand frequents the pits or someone who would know how to contact him?"
The woman smiles, "Who knows what types you'll find there, but surely nobles down to the drudges of life find solace in watching others hurt each other. Information, rumors, and misinformation are common in Blacksand, but....Doric's lead for your friend, the Serpent Queen, she may be your highest chance of finding the man and not being taken advantage of or worse, robbed blind or killed."
" So.........is she really a Queen? Or really a Serpent? Or both?"
History- 10
Faint memories of reading something about the Caarth and the Demon Lord Sith floated at the back of her mind but she couldn't recall much more.....
"I have only seen her during public processions. She appears to have the body of a woman, often robed in silks of green and gold, but her head is that of a scaled serpent. She usually keeps her head and eyes covered but I have no doubt her eyes are those of a slitted snake. Yet, most find her alluring, regal, provocative, even dangerous."
Amdaeng:
The Serpent Queen is certainly know of in Fang. It is said she was once a beautiful vein woman who angered either another female ruler or perhaps the gods themselves. Amdaeng her that she was subjected to terrible rituals and magics by Caarth Sorcerer Priests of the Desert of Skulls and now has the head of a serpent. There have also been rumors that Lord Azzur would pay handsomely for a way to reverse the rituals.
Lev keeps a watchful eye on his companions, unsure if trying to start a conversation himself was the best idea.
As conversations are progressing, three Crimson Legion (Uninjured) thugs enter the bar and take a seat at a table in another corner. One of the trolls heads over. Likely they are conducting some business.
(18, 9, 16)
Whether its his imagination or not, Lev feels the gaze of one of the men looking at the out of town guests.
" So....roses....Lord Azzur......where would one find roses in this place? My homeland is more ratchaphruek, jasmine, lotus and the like.....I don't really know roses. Wait. Aren't there some public gardens here? We could.....liberate....some.", Amdaeng mused to the others under her breath.
From his spot at his table, Vydar keeps an eye on Lira when she heads over to speak with the smugglers. He knows enough about how roguish types communicate to recognize the hand signs as some sort of identification, he'd likely recognize thieves can't if he heard it, but he'd never taken the time to learn such speech from his adoptive mother. Regardless of what the hand signs meant, he notes the interest in Lira's necklace and stays ready to step in should the thugs press her farther to sell it. The fact that she dismissed the generous offer may paint a target on her back...
He also does his best to listen in on the conversation Zarbyn had stuck up. It seems this town doesn't know how to tell fact from fiction based on their ideas of the Twice Shy... unless Zarbyn was actually the one who didn't know the ship's true nature. Regardless the talk of the Serpent Queen intrigues him, though he's not sure why these people seem to think she's trustworthy... though the fact that both the barkeep and the woman who'd approached Amdeang seems to think so is a good sign.
With his companions seeming to be gathering plenty of information themselves, Vydar decides to take out his Spellbook to look through his spells.
"I believe you could find some there on your way, or a merchant would gladly sell you some while someone else picks your pocket."
(Gardens where just east of the main entrance you entered by)
Iolinder
From the three crimson legion thugs that sit quietly in the corner, the cleric hears bits of conversation. "That guy seems familiar. I think I've seen him before." Another looks toward the group. "Well, we've gots other business to attend to and you seem to know everybody Filch." "Yah, well, alright. How much can we get for the spices?" Then, one seems to see you eavesdropping and their conversation becomes more quiet. (Perception to see if you can determine who "that guy" they are referring to is?)
The group look at Vydar and for some reason, seem to trust him and usher him closer.
"You got anything for sale or trade or are you just spying on us while we chat with your girlfriend?"
Perception 12
Iolinder
They may be looking at Vydar or lev
Iólinder will quietly so Lev..."Do you know someone named Filch? With the Crimson Legion?"
A little unnerved by the feeling of eyes on him and his companions, Lev takes a moment to register that Iolinder is addressing him.
“Filch… I know who he is but I’ve never met him. He’s one of Werik’s lieutenants. …why?” His tone betrays little worry, though there is a tenseness to his voice that creeps through his normally stoic demeanor.