Erik Soong's Call of the Netherdeep

OOC: Armor at double price..ouch =)

With his unbroken hand, he sweeps the hair back that had fallen into his face during his tirade and smiles at Sky. "Yes, all the armorers and smiths of value are commissioned to outfitting the Aurora Watch. However, I can issue orders to have anything you want made started immediately, or you can buy something already prepared. It will have to be modified slightly to be clear that this is not Aurora Watch armor, but that can be done in a few hours, I imagine. Unless you wish to swear oaths to the Queen? Either way, take this." He scribbles some orders on a piece of parchment, then seals it with wax and his mark: a lance divided by a portal. He then gives it to Sky. 

"Stop by the central market. Look for a gnome woman named Galza Rimblenimble. She made my very own armor. She will be displeased that I misplaced it. Perhaps you can break the news to her for me. She can be a tad... volcanic, but she is all bark."

"I'll deliver the message for you, once we find time to visit the central market." Sky nods appreciatively.  "Thank you."

He quickly exits to find the others standing there.  "Hey everyone ... I uh, need to go to the Central Market for some new armor.  And to deliver bad news to a shopkeeper on Verin's behalf."

Randa sucks on her cheek for a moment then nods, " Lets get a move on then."

Nivi slips away briefly from the others on the way to the central market, grinning sardonically as she watches one hundred more of her unexpectedly received gold go towards double price for a Poisoner's Kit at a disreputable-looking alley-side fence operation for illicit gear.

She returns to the others at the central market, as she and Shiv keep an eye out for possibly-recognizable (from last night in the sewers?) Clasp operatives.

Nivi's Perception:  28

Sky finds the vendor Galza Rimblenimble and asks for a moment of her time.  When she's able to join him, he hands her the sealed note to read.  "This is from Taskmaster Verin," he says probably unnecessarily.  "I'm in the market to upgrade to new splint mail.  I've joined a group of individuals who are working to better the city, and we've been busy.  Better armor would be of great use in our campaign against the forces of evil.  Can you assist?"

Maybe that's how he got his name. He's so big! When you look at his face you see the sky....

Galza Rimblenimble is fairly easy to find. She has two guards stationed at her armory, perhaps an indication of the quality of items she sells. She has purple hair angled downward in stiff, straight spikes, with bangs hastily cut in to expose her small face. She seemingly ignores Sky and snaps the seal, unrolling the parchment and looking it over. 

"Well, you won't be needing any new armor. Says here I am to kill you for possessing state secrets." She looks up at the towering Sky and her hand drifts to a jeweled crest hanging from her neck.

The bunny girl gasps in shock and surprise, eyes wide in fear!

Then Ylis bursts out in laughter "Bahhahahha! hahahhaha!"

"Hoo, that's a good one!" she wipes laugh tears from her eyes and has after-chuckles.

Sky chuckles weakly.  "N- - no, I'm pretty sure you're only supposed to kill me once I tell you what happened to Taskmaster Verin's custom armor that you made him.  But I haven't yet, so ..."  He looks at Ylis and smiles.

"Who's killing who?"  Nivi chirps brightly.  She grins at the gnome armorer, finding she likes Galza's style.

"You been holding out on us?"  She pokes Sky in the ribs playfully.  "I mean, what's a few state secrets between pals who already almost died together?"

 Galza stands, a mischievous grin barely suppressed as she menacingly reaches for the crest hanging from her neck, but the smile relaxes somewhat into feigned frustration when it is clear that her prey aren’t falling for the gag. She blows a raspberry and shrugs her shoulders. “Alright, you guys don’t scare as easy as some of these Aurora Watch fellows. Real jumpy sort. You’d think their lives were in constant danger for how tight they’re wound. Can’t take a joke to save their lives.” She playfully punches the armored thigh of one of the guards, who flinches rather nervously for being punched by a small gnome, but otherwise does not move. Galza throws the requisition order aside as casually as if it were an old newspaper.

“You guys seem better conversationalists too, heh. Anyway, the letter says to give you whatever you want on Verin’s tab, so you must have impressed him since he’s never issued a blank check for anyone before… and he’s had his own son roll through my humble place once to get outfitted if you can believe that. I mean it-uh, wait, what is this about his custom armor?” She turns to the party with her hammer in both hands, wringing it so tightly that the wooden handle creaks in distress!