Having the affidavit signed, the trip back to HQ is fairly quick and uneventful. Until you get there, Galmae was at the front and once she saw you all, she dropped everything, including the crystal ball she was holding. "Oh my gods! You're back! Sir Dran has been looking for you all! Thank the gods because that saves my job!" The half elf picks up her sending stone, putting it to her ear. She flicks a hand at her mess as she speaks. "Sir Dran! They're back!" She says as she beckons the party to follow her. "He wants to meet you all in the conference room, you know, wants it all like business like." She whispers as she leads.
Once there, Galmae opens the door to where Omin Dran is seated at the head.
“I’ve been told about the misunderstanding regarding your identities."Galmae raises her hand and mouths a 'sorry', "I can’t say much for your relative inexperience and lack of skill. But it looks as though you’ve got enough moxie to cover for that. And a willingness to do what it takes to get ahead. Those are traits we hold in high regard here at Acquisitions Incorporated.”
Omin pulls a map from a satchel and places it on the conference room’s oak table. “You know the town of Phandalin? Just off the Triboar Trail? A few months back, we awarded a group a franchise there. We received word that they were taking control of some ruined estate for their headquarters, and everything seemed to be going well. Only they missed this month’s franchise payment, and their secretarian isn’t answering any calls.”
Omin snaps his fingers, and a paper, a pen, and an ink pot leap from his satchel. “This note gives you the right to travel to Phandalin and investigate the franchise there on my behalf. If you find the franchise in poor standing or otherwise in distress, I want a full report. And depending on how badly the last group botched things, I might look to you to take over. A failed franchise makes the whole company look bad. I’m sure you understand.”
Omin then levels a hard stare. “I want you to appreciate what an incredible opportunity this is for you. You’re skipping countless steps in the normal franchise process. No internships. No tests. It’s unheard of. But I believe in you.”
Grigs raises his bushy eyebrows. "Mistaken identity? This isn't some weird way of trying to skip out on paying us is it? And you want us to go collect dues from this field office? How much they owe?"
Grigor wasn't sure about the whole 'incredible opportunity' part of things, but a job was a job...so long as they got paid.
The barbarian adds, "My crewmate bring up an excellent point. Not the time to chart a new course when you still haven't tied down yer rigging. This be a 'business', after all"
Sigurd then steps up and continues with, "So let us divide the shares and then we can start looking at the charts to plan the new voyage!"
Omin snaps his fingers and Galmae looks to him. After a moment of staring, Omin gestures to the party. Galmae gives an 'Oh' face before leaving the room. She returns with a heavy sack, setting it before the party.
"There you go, 500 gold minus the 20% for company fees, so like 400 gold dragons."
"Galmae thought you all were the group I requested to deal with the situation here in Waterdeep. Strange that they never showed up but fortunate for you all as it proved your capability. And if it were just to collect the monthly payment, then no, there would be no need for such a visit. It's for the fact that we cannot get in touch with them."
"I, like, tried 50 times this week to call their secretarian and their majordomo and like not a single spell or call went through. So they like might be in trouble or something."
"As Galmae put it, yes. We need you to verify and inform us of their state. And if they are in a position to no longer operate, then I shall grant you all to takeover their franchise."
Grigor grins broadly at the offering of pay. "Money isn't everything, but it sure makes a lot of things easier. I'm down to check things out at these creepy, definitely not haunted ruins this group was trying to clear out for their HQ. And hopefully they just need a little help to finish up."
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Having the affidavit signed, the trip back to HQ is fairly quick and uneventful. Until you get there, Galmae was at the front and once she saw you all, she dropped everything, including the crystal ball she was holding. "Oh my gods! You're back! Sir Dran has been looking for you all! Thank the gods because that saves my job!" The half elf picks up her sending stone, putting it to her ear. She flicks a hand at her mess as she speaks. "Sir Dran! They're back!" She says as she beckons the party to follow her. "He wants to meet you all in the conference room, you know, wants it all like business like." She whispers as she leads.
Once there, Galmae opens the door to where Omin Dran is seated at the head.
“I’ve been told about the misunderstanding regarding your identities." Galmae raises her hand and mouths a 'sorry', "I can’t say much for your relative inexperience and lack of skill. But it looks as though you’ve got enough moxie to cover for that. And a willingness to do what it takes to get ahead. Those are traits we hold in high regard here at Acquisitions Incorporated.”
Omin pulls a map from a satchel and places it on the conference room’s oak table. “You know the town of Phandalin? Just off the Triboar Trail? A few months back, we awarded a group a franchise there. We received word that they were taking control of some ruined estate for their headquarters, and everything seemed to be going well. Only they missed this month’s franchise payment, and their secretarian isn’t answering any calls.”
Omin snaps his fingers, and a paper, a pen, and an ink pot leap from his satchel. “This note gives you the right to travel to Phandalin and investigate the franchise there on my behalf. If you find the franchise in poor standing or otherwise in distress, I want a full report. And depending on how badly the last group botched things, I might look to you to take over. A failed franchise makes the whole company look bad. I’m sure you understand.”
Omin then levels a hard stare. “I want you to appreciate what an incredible opportunity this is for you. You’re skipping countless steps in the normal franchise process. No internships. No tests. It’s unheard of. But I believe in you.”
(Also, you guys get a level up.)
Grigs raises his bushy eyebrows. "Mistaken identity? This isn't some weird way of trying to skip out on paying us is it? And you want us to go collect dues from this field office? How much they owe?"
Grigor wasn't sure about the whole 'incredible opportunity' part of things, but a job was a job...so long as they got paid.
The barbarian adds, "My crewmate bring up an excellent point. Not the time to chart a new course when you still haven't tied down yer rigging. This be a 'business', after all"
Sigurd then steps up and continues with, "So let us divide the shares and then we can start looking at the charts to plan the new voyage!"
Cats go Moo!
Omin snaps his fingers and Galmae looks to him. After a moment of staring, Omin gestures to the party. Galmae gives an 'Oh' face before leaving the room. She returns with a heavy sack, setting it before the party.
"There you go, 500 gold minus the 20% for company fees, so like 400 gold dragons."
"Galmae thought you all were the group I requested to deal with the situation here in Waterdeep. Strange that they never showed up but fortunate for you all as it proved your capability. And if it were just to collect the monthly payment, then no, there would be no need for such a visit. It's for the fact that we cannot get in touch with them."
"I, like, tried 50 times this week to call their secretarian and their majordomo and like not a single spell or call went through. So they like might be in trouble or something."
"As Galmae put it, yes. We need you to verify and inform us of their state. And if they are in a position to no longer operate, then I shall grant you all to takeover their franchise."
Grigor grins broadly at the offering of pay. "Money isn't everything, but it sure makes a lot of things easier. I'm down to check things out at these creepy, definitely not haunted ruins this group was trying to clear out for their HQ. And hopefully they just need a little help to finish up."