With the Zhents out of the picture, and no other obvious signs of danger, Kyreth leaves his seat and heads across to the bar. Taking a seat and looking at Arne he says quietly to Exa "There doesn't seem to be much danger here, do you think we should follow those that just left? Just enough to make sure they're not loitering outside, waiting?"
Mavilius takes the map with a graceful nod, carefully unfolding it across the table and studying the layout with practiced eyes. He traces a fingertip along the hallways and exhibit wings, already mentally charting routes, bottlenecks, and likely security posts. “A fine piece of work,” he murmurs, somewhat impressed. “You’ve done more than most would dare for a city that refused to listen.”
At Delilah’s question, he glances up at Cassee, his expression growing a touch more serious. “Twelve guards in rotating shifts…not ideal, but manageable." He taps the map lightly where the curator’s office was marked. “We’ll pay it a visit. If there’s more to uncover, I’m sure they won’t miss a file or two. As for interference…” His smile returns, more sly this time. “If someone else comes sniffing around, they’ll find this little play already cast.”
Tanyll sits seemingly oblivious in his chair, until his companions start to move and heads over toward Kyreth and Exa. Hearing Kyreth's suggestion, the young elf says, "I can do that. Likely more useful than what I'm doing here anyway."
He looks sternly at the trio, following them Zhents will lead to an early grave or a chain about the neck. I suggest that you all go and find some uniforms up at the university instead. Try the laundry. If you're good at descriptions tell Althea all about them, get some enforcers sent after them.
The Tabaxi nodded a greeting to Kyreth and Tanyll as they joined her.
"Let's not get distracted by the Zhents. We focus on our plan and we'll be in and out before they even shake those little slaver chains of theirs," she hisses with disdain.
"Arne was just telling me how we can move about the museum without drawing attention. The curator uses students for serving staff. We get some student uniforms and tada, we look like we're s'posed to be there."
She slurps down a big gulp of the cream, wiping the milk moustache from beneath her nose. She stands and slides enough coin across the bar to cover her drink and a generous little extra for Arne's help.
"Time to do some laundry, boys."
((Let me know how much the drink and a tip should be and I'll deduct it from my coins.))
"I see, perhaps we should visit the curator's office while she is still here. Perhaps someone charming could distract her if she seems to return there so no one being there would be disturbed in their work?" The dark-haired lady says with a small smile, glancing at the escort at her side. "Now, this crystal prison you mentioned, I presume it is to contain the egg. Are you saying it will hold off the apocalypse then?"She asks with a concerned look.
I found it in the Grimoire of Alban the Mage, he successfully suppressed the hatching of an eldritch egg by using an enchanted crystal box for it. It's taken most of my money to find the parts and get it enchanted, it just needs the cracks to be sealed and it will be good to go. It will take me until 8pm to finish working on it. I can wait for your team to bring the egg to the alley between the Museum and the university road. The egg can't be destroyed or damaged, all we can do is contain it and hopefully the crystal box will be safe sunken in the ocean. Cassee reached into her bag again and pulled out the Grimoire, I brought this with me in case you wanted to read it, it's written in Draconic. The bag looked like a much loved and old antique and it seems to hold rather a lot.
He slid 4 copper pieces from her coins and pushed the rest back towards her. Information is on the house, just remember that you are welcome here Exa and come and tell an old adventurer about your exploits. Good luck with the uniforms, remember you want the robes with one green stripe on the right arm.
"I'm not much of a reader myself, never seem to find the time, and my Draconic is a bit rusty I must confess. Are you saying reading this will be helpful to our mission then?"The dark-haired lady asks with a curious smile, discreetly glancing over to see if the curator was still at her table before taking a closer look at the grimoire.
Sorry no, I just thought that you might like to check out the crystal prison, but really I've covered it all. I have costumes enough for the human and elves amongst you. I'll lend you this bag as well. It's my grandmothers bag of holding, you can put your normal clothes in here with your weapons for after the gala when you may need to employ more stealth than the finery warrants. The stone is in the gemstone wing, and there's a good display of real stones rather than their fake displays in the permanent exhibit.
Mavilius offers Cassee a warm, respectful smile as he accepts the bag, his fingers brushing over the fabric with a touch of reverence. “Your generosity—and your preparation—are deeply appreciated, Doctor. We’ll treat your grandmother’s heirloom with all due care.”
He casts a sidelong glance at Delilah when Cassee mentions “real stones,” the corner of his mouth curling into a familiar, mischievous smirk. “Well, if we’re already risking our necks to save the city, it would be terribly wasteful not to appreciate the finer pieces while we’re there.” His voice is light, playful, but his eyes gleam with intent. “Of course, only if time permits—and the opportunity sparkles.”
"Indeed, deeply appreciated Doctor."The young dark-haired lady echoes with a pleased smile. "And while we obviously can't allow failure with this mission I see no reason auntie would object to us enjoying other parts of the exhibition too." She again agrees, glancing back at the escort with a playful smile, then finishing up her tea. "Unless there was something else we will let you return to your work now Doctor." She says with a warm smile, again discreetly glancing over at the curate's table and the to see if her other accomplices are still present.
The curator is sitting by herself nibbling a sweet roll and sipping tea. You can just make out her elegant ear tips sticking through her hair, Alda is an elf. Perhaps Muvilius can approach her about replacing Erwen as bard for the gala. The Museum has just opened it's doors for the day. 8 bells tolled. The curator doesn't seem to be in any hurry.
The students gulp down tea and gather their things, just enough time to get home, wash and change for lectures that morning.
Exa and Kyreth head out together, the university laundry is in Slop Street a short walk away.
Tanyll and Elias left the heist team and returned to the Halls of Mask on orders straight from the High Cleric. What those orders contained you don't know. They will no longer be working with you.
The mischievous tabaxi slinks out of the tavern and back into the street. She arches her back in a deep stretch, happy to be out in the open again.
"Time to find some uniforms," she says, orienting herself and then heading toward Slop Street with Kyreth. She's careful to keep some distance from the museum, hoping to avoid being recognised later when she's supposed to be a 'student'.
"What kind of student do you think you'd be? I'd be a history major."
Kyreth thinks for a moment "History is interesting, but I'd be torn between that and geography. I find maps to be fascinating, especially older maps" he pauses "I wonder if there's a course in Historical Geography?"
As they wander towards the laundry Kyreth keeps an eye out for any possible trouble.
Everyone is making their way to work. A few smiles were gleaned for Exa and Kyreth. They soon reached Slop Street and were all but overcome with the smell of soap and hot water, the area behind the laundry was full of drying robes, the soap smell pervaded it all as well.
The door to the laundry is wide open and a young woman can be seen ironing some dry robes. She looks up What're you staring at? Never seen someone at work before. She wipes her hands on her apron and gestures them inside Are ye bringing work or here to collect?
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Kyreth
With the Zhents out of the picture, and no other obvious signs of danger, Kyreth leaves his seat and heads across to the bar. Taking a seat and looking at Arne he says quietly to Exa "There doesn't seem to be much danger here, do you think we should follow those that just left? Just enough to make sure they're not loitering outside, waiting?"
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Portia Thornleaf - Halfling Rogue
Mavilius takes the map with a graceful nod, carefully unfolding it across the table and studying the layout with practiced eyes. He traces a fingertip along the hallways and exhibit wings, already mentally charting routes, bottlenecks, and likely security posts. “A fine piece of work,” he murmurs, somewhat impressed. “You’ve done more than most would dare for a city that refused to listen.”
At Delilah’s question, he glances up at Cassee, his expression growing a touch more serious. “Twelve guards in rotating shifts…not ideal, but manageable." He taps the map lightly where the curator’s office was marked. “We’ll pay it a visit. If there’s more to uncover, I’m sure they won’t miss a file or two. As for interference…” His smile returns, more sly this time. “If someone else comes sniffing around, they’ll find this little play already cast.”
Tanyll sits seemingly oblivious in his chair, until his companions start to move and heads over toward Kyreth and Exa. Hearing Kyreth's suggestion, the young elf says, "I can do that. Likely more useful than what I'm doing here anyway."
DM
Arne the bartender
He looks sternly at the trio, following them Zhents will lead to an early grave or a chain about the neck. I suggest that you all go and find some uniforms up at the university instead. Try the laundry. If you're good at descriptions tell Althea all about them, get some enforcers sent after them.
DM Thistle
The Zhents are taking the road down to the docks. They are silent at the moment avoiding the watch, Thistle flies carefully after them.
Exa
The Tabaxi nodded a greeting to Kyreth and Tanyll as they joined her.
"Let's not get distracted by the Zhents. We focus on our plan and we'll be in and out before they even shake those little slaver chains of theirs," she hisses with disdain.
"Arne was just telling me how we can move about the museum without drawing attention. The curator uses students for serving staff. We get some student uniforms and tada, we look like we're s'posed to be there."
She slurps down a big gulp of the cream, wiping the milk moustache from beneath her nose. She stands and slides enough coin across the bar to cover her drink and a generous little extra for Arne's help.
"Time to do some laundry, boys."
((Let me know how much the drink and a tip should be and I'll deduct it from my coins.))
Delilah
"I see, perhaps we should visit the curator's office while she is still here. Perhaps someone charming could distract her if she seems to return there so no one being there would be disturbed in their work?" The dark-haired lady says with a small smile, glancing at the escort at her side. "Now, this crystal prison you mentioned, I presume it is to contain the egg. Are you saying it will hold off the apocalypse then?" She asks with a concerned look.
DM Cassee
I found it in the Grimoire of Alban the Mage, he successfully suppressed the hatching of an eldritch egg by using an enchanted crystal box for it. It's taken most of my money to find the parts and get it enchanted, it just needs the cracks to be sealed and it will be good to go. It will take me until 8pm to finish working on it. I can wait for your team to bring the egg to the alley between the Museum and the university road. The egg can't be destroyed or damaged, all we can do is contain it and hopefully the crystal box will be safe sunken in the ocean. Cassee reached into her bag again and pulled out the Grimoire, I brought this with me in case you wanted to read it, it's written in Draconic. The bag looked like a much loved and old antique and it seems to hold rather a lot.
DM
Arne the bartender
He slid 4 copper pieces from her coins and pushed the rest back towards her. Information is on the house, just remember that you are welcome here Exa and come and tell an old adventurer about your exploits. Good luck with the uniforms, remember you want the robes with one green stripe on the right arm.
Delilah
"I'm not much of a reader myself, never seem to find the time, and my Draconic is a bit rusty I must confess. Are you saying reading this will be helpful to our mission then?" The dark-haired lady asks with a curious smile, discreetly glancing over to see if the curator was still at her table before taking a closer look at the grimoire.
Exa
She pockets the returned coins with an appreciative nod to Arne.
"Green stripe on the right arm—got it! Thank Arne. You're one of the good ones."
Exa turns to leave the lavish inn.
"Coming?" she eagerly asks Kyreth and Tanyll.
DM Cassee to Delilah
Sorry no, I just thought that you might like to check out the crystal prison, but really I've covered it all. I have costumes enough for the human and elves amongst you. I'll lend you this bag as well. It's my grandmothers bag of holding, you can put your normal clothes in here with your weapons for after the gala when you may need to employ more stealth than the finery warrants. The stone is in the gemstone wing, and there's a good display of real stones rather than their fake displays in the permanent exhibit.
Kyreth
Kyreth performs an elaborate bow, sweeping one arm towards the door "Lead on Mistress Cat." He winks as he rises.
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Kyreth 'Guile' Rolthar - Tiefling Monk
Portia Thornleaf - Halfling Rogue
Mavilius offers Cassee a warm, respectful smile as he accepts the bag, his fingers brushing over the fabric with a touch of reverence. “Your generosity—and your preparation—are deeply appreciated, Doctor. We’ll treat your grandmother’s heirloom with all due care.”
He casts a sidelong glance at Delilah when Cassee mentions “real stones,” the corner of his mouth curling into a familiar, mischievous smirk. “Well, if we’re already risking our necks to save the city, it would be terribly wasteful not to appreciate the finer pieces while we’re there.” His voice is light, playful, but his eyes gleam with intent. “Of course, only if time permits—and the opportunity sparkles.”
Delilah
"Indeed, deeply appreciated Doctor." The young dark-haired lady echoes with a pleased smile. "And while we obviously can't allow failure with this mission I see no reason auntie would object to us enjoying other parts of the exhibition too." She again agrees, glancing back at the escort with a playful smile, then finishing up her tea. "Unless there was something else we will let you return to your work now Doctor." She says with a warm smile, again discreetly glancing over at the curate's table and the to see if her other accomplices are still present.
DM
The curator is sitting by herself nibbling a sweet roll and sipping tea. You can just make out her elegant ear tips sticking through her hair, Alda is an elf. Perhaps Muvilius can approach her about replacing Erwen as bard for the gala. The Museum has just opened it's doors for the day. 8 bells tolled. The curator doesn't seem to be in any hurry.
The students gulp down tea and gather their things, just enough time to get home, wash and change for lectures that morning.
Exa and Kyreth head out together, the university laundry is in Slop Street a short walk away.
DM
Tanyll and Elias left the heist team and returned to the Halls of Mask on orders straight from the High Cleric. What those orders contained you don't know. They will no longer be working with you.
Exa
The mischievous tabaxi slinks out of the tavern and back into the street. She arches her back in a deep stretch, happy to be out in the open again.
"Time to find some uniforms," she says, orienting herself and then heading toward Slop Street with Kyreth. She's careful to keep some distance from the museum, hoping to avoid being recognised later when she's supposed to be a 'student'.
"What kind of student do you think you'd be? I'd be a history major."
Kyreth
Kyreth thinks for a moment "History is interesting, but I'd be torn between that and geography. I find maps to be fascinating, especially older maps" he pauses "I wonder if there's a course in Historical Geography?"
As they wander towards the laundry Kyreth keeps an eye out for any possible trouble.
Perception 10
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Kyreth 'Guile' Rolthar - Tiefling Monk
Portia Thornleaf - Halfling Rogue
DM
Everyone is making their way to work. A few smiles were gleaned for Exa and Kyreth. They soon reached Slop Street and were all but overcome with the smell of soap and hot water, the area behind the laundry was full of drying robes, the soap smell pervaded it all as well.
The door to the laundry is wide open and a young woman can be seen ironing some dry robes. She looks up What're you staring at? Never seen someone at work before. She wipes her hands on her apron and gestures them inside Are ye bringing work or here to collect?