"Sagin is busy preparing breakfast and Villanoh is coming to meet us, so I suggest we get the wagon into yard and safely stored in the stables away from sight. House Cardona are coming to the manor later on, so we could reach out to the Harper and Silge to meet us there this evening? Best we get moving though, we've appointments to keep."
"She is!? Like, out here or you're talking about at the manor?"Doozey questions but hardly waits for an answer before hurriedly waving a hand in a dismissive gesture. "N-nevermind. I-I thought, uhh... Nevermind, w-whatever, uhh, I guess I'll start getting the wagon loaded back up again."With a defeated sigh, the halfling motioned to his canine companion, and together the duo would properly get to work loading the wagon back up, believing based on Utar's words the intent was to hide their goods. Though lingering misgivings would go on to plague his mind, it wasn't so implausible that the party could deal with any over curious citizenry on the way back home if it came to it.
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The plan's details begin to take shape as Doozey and Neya discuss further but, when Utar is given the final word, he shares with the group that they have less time than previously thought and more already-scheduled-appointments than most of them realized. The plan quickly changes and all the loot finds its way back into the wagon.
CRAP then begins to drive the oxen and wagon toward Phlan.
(OOC: Unless told otherwise, I am assuming all goods have been moved from the mansion back to the wagon. Also, please let me know what gate you are going to approach. Details can be seen here. The closest gate to the stables would be Podol Gate.)
As the last of the goods are moved back to the wagon, Utar shrugs his response. "At the manor, thought she might like to share our breakfast. We best get moving so we're through the gate and the market before it gets too busy."
Walking alongside the wagon as it approaches the gate, Utar slips a few silver pieces into his left hand and a couple of gold pieces into his right.
"With all the um artwork Jerellas gang put on this thing. It may not be recognized anyway" Raist rides around the wagon before taking station to the right of it wearing his "library" livery in plain sight
"Ah, well, aight. Just made it seem like fer a second that, uhh... eh..." Doozey trailed off from there giving a shrug of his own back to Utar, before taking up a spot in the driver's seat. Biscuit once again found his way to the back of the wagon, ready to ward off any sneak thieves' that might yet try their luck once the party reached the city proper. "Here's hoping, Raist. Here's hoping."Said the halfingly in turn to the wizard as the group made their way to Podol Gate.
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After a bit more planning and prepping, the group sets off toward Phlan's nearest wall. The Podol Gate is open, but traffic going in and out of the city is thin. If there was any hopes of CRAP blending into the usual early market traffic, those hopes are squashed by the grim trade situation in the city. CRAP's approach has all of the Black Fist guards' attention.
"Halt!" One of them commands. "Arriving in Phlan with a wagonfull of goods is quite the suspicious development these days." Other guards join the talkative one, staying slightly behind him and giving him an air of authority. The man is in full armor, while most other guards wear chain shirts and wield spears. "The Black Fist must inspect your goods and confiscate anything that may be deemed probable to cause disarray. We can have a whole city fighting for a few bushels of grain." He lets the command sit for a moment before signaling other guards to circle the wagon. "Step away from the vehicle."
Utar gives the guard a hard stare. He can already feel his blood beginning to boil. The city is crying out for food and the guards want to tear their wagon apart, for what? Taking a deep breath, Utar attempts to centre himself.
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"Sagin is busy preparing breakfast and Villanoh is coming to meet us, so I suggest we get the wagon into yard and safely stored in the stables away from sight. House Cardona are coming to the manor later on, so we could reach out to the Harper and Silge to meet us there this evening? Best we get moving though, we've appointments to keep."
"She is!? Like, out here or you're talking about at the manor?" Doozey questions but hardly waits for an answer before hurriedly waving a hand in a dismissive gesture. "N-nevermind. I-I thought, uhh... Nevermind, w-whatever, uhh, I guess I'll start getting the wagon loaded back up again." With a defeated sigh, the halfling motioned to his canine companion, and together the duo would properly get to work loading the wagon back up, believing based on Utar's words the intent was to hide their goods. Though lingering misgivings would go on to plague his mind, it wasn't so implausible that the party could deal with any over curious citizenry on the way back home if it came to it.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
The plan's details begin to take shape as Doozey and Neya discuss further but, when Utar is given the final word, he shares with the group that they have less time than previously thought and more already-scheduled-appointments than most of them realized. The plan quickly changes and all the loot finds its way back into the wagon.
CRAP then begins to drive the oxen and wagon toward Phlan.
(OOC: Unless told otherwise, I am assuming all goods have been moved from the mansion back to the wagon. Also, please let me know what gate you are going to approach. Details can be seen here. The closest gate to the stables would be Podol Gate.)
As the last of the goods are moved back to the wagon, Utar shrugs his response. "At the manor, thought she might like to share our breakfast. We best get moving so we're through the gate and the market before it gets too busy."
Walking alongside the wagon as it approaches the gate, Utar slips a few silver pieces into his left hand and a couple of gold pieces into his right.
"With all the um artwork Jerellas gang put on this thing. It may not be recognized anyway" Raist rides around the wagon before taking station to the right of it wearing his "library" livery in plain sight
Laissez les bons temps rouler
"Ah, well, aight. Just made it seem like fer a second that, uhh... eh..." Doozey trailed off from there giving a shrug of his own back to Utar, before taking up a spot in the driver's seat. Biscuit once again found his way to the back of the wagon, ready to ward off any sneak thieves' that might yet try their luck once the party reached the city proper. "Here's hoping, Raist. Here's hoping." Said the halfingly in turn to the wizard as the group made their way to Podol Gate.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
After a bit more planning and prepping, the group sets off toward Phlan's nearest wall. The Podol Gate is open, but traffic going in and out of the city is thin. If there was any hopes of CRAP blending into the usual early market traffic, those hopes are squashed by the grim trade situation in the city. CRAP's approach has all of the Black Fist guards' attention.
"Halt!" One of them commands. "Arriving in Phlan with a wagonfull of goods is quite the suspicious development these days." Other guards join the talkative one, staying slightly behind him and giving him an air of authority. The man is in full armor, while most other guards wear chain shirts and wield spears. "The Black Fist must inspect your goods and confiscate anything that may be deemed probable to cause disarray. We can have a whole city fighting for a few bushels of grain." He lets the command sit for a moment before signaling other guards to circle the wagon. "Step away from the vehicle."
Utar gives the guard a hard stare. He can already feel his blood beginning to boil. The city is crying out for food and the guards want to tear their wagon apart, for what? Taking a deep breath, Utar attempts to centre himself.