"Relax Todros, relax.  You see, I am a student at the Al Aqba monastery.  These sort of massages and treatments would be... hmm... revolutionary for honing our bodies, you see we try to perfect our muscles, our timing, our dexterity, and strength.  My master would be surprised and pleased that I would have taken the initiative to ... hmmm... not recruit, but perhaps arrange moonlighting, as it were, at our facility?  There is some time available in our studies and in between lessons on Thursdays, I was just curious who might be available then, who typically worked those days for treatments such as you are doing... ah yes, that's' the spot!"  Krakan has a big grin on his face and his fingers are twitching, he performs some finger stretches and flexing of his muscles, then he relaxes again.  "Not meaning to put any strain on the resources here, by any means.  And not something I could exactly discuss with Uncle Basim, until I had a clue if it were even possible.  Just curious.  I'm a curious sort of fellow, please forgive me!"  He lets out a long ahhhhh, with a good stretch and a smile.  

Krakak please roll Persuasion. 

Krakan persuasion : 4 

Todros says "I am sorry I am not interested in moonlighting and if you have any more questions, please ask Uncle Basim"  

Soon your session is over and you are escorted back to the changing room. 

Bilal continues and nods to liking his job. 

If Lucan wants to ask something you can or have your session end. 

Ooc - sorry about the delay, I've been dealing with some personal issues. 

Samir agrees to space himself out and observe the group of people. He gets comfortable and relaxes.  He opens his eyes and ears to the people in the room and starts to observe  

Perception - 21 

Salty

***OoC: insight 21   Salty wants to know if he can trust this man before asking specific questions related to the investigation ***

Salty gets the sense that the tanned sailor has been truthful so far, but you have just met so he does not fully trust you. 

(I understand. Just let me know if you won't be able to post for a while) 

Samir listens closer to the 2 people speaking about the caravan that was waylaid by bandits.

"Did you hear Dalia's spice caravan was attacked again by bandits."

"Oh, that poor woman. That makes this the 3rd time she has been attacked this year."

"You don't know the half of it. She changed her routes and even spent a fortune on mercenaries, to no avail" 

"Does that mean she has quit the spice trade?"

"Dalia? no. She is more stubborn than an old camel with a lopsided hump. But I did hear someone approached her with a generous offer to buy out her business"

"If she was wise, she would take the deal. Is she safe?"

"By some miracle she escaped safely with one camel loaded with spices"

"I should go see her even to just lend an ear?"

"Ha you. I know you too well. You're like vulture circling a sick animal" 

"Business is business after all."

"No, my friend if you have a shred of honor as you profess you do then leave her be. Well at least give her time to sort through her business. She will still be there in her corner of the Bazaar" 

Then the 2 step out of the pool and find a spot on the heated marble slab to enjoy the heat. 

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Bilal continues and nods to liking his job. 

If Lucan wants to ask something you can or have your session end. 

Lucan savors the experience and continues the convesation, "My friend recommended the establishment as a favorite of theirs.  Maybe you know of him.  Malik is his name.  He's a busy person and I haven't caught up with them in a while.  I curious if they had a special attendant or if they had a special treatment they preferred.  I'd like to get a good experience.  I think yours is wonderful.  I'm feeling pretty good with all the skills you've used."

Lucan keeps a steady breath and stays limber. He will note any oddities and changes in the attendant and his surrounding.

Balil thinks for a bit "I am sorry I don't know Malik. Hmm... do you know when he comes to the bathhouse?"

Salty

"If yer seein' me in the pit, yer fer knowin' where to put yer coin," he says with a wink.  The orc, well muscled and wearing numerous scars like badges of honor, need not ham it up too much, he had obviously seen much action in his few years.  "Where else should I be lookin' fer work?  Had enough o' liftin' boxes on the dock if ye takes me meanin'."

I approach the two that were talking as they find their comfort on the marble.

"Forgive me for listening without leave. I am Samir, a servant of the Divine. I watch over those in need, body and soul. I heard you speak of Dalia’s troubles. I do not trade spices, nor do I come with coin in hand. I come only with the wish to offer what comfort I can; a prayer, perhaps a listening ear if she will have it. If you would be so kind as to tell me; do you know where I might find her these days?”

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Balil thinks for a bit "I am sorry I don't know Malik. Hmm... do you know when he comes to the bathhouse?"

 Lucan shakes his head, "Mmmmm. We weren't real close.  I may have just overheard it.  Oh well.  Thanks for doing a great job."

Balil finishes the session and escorts Lucan back to the changing room. 

Lucan gathers his things and looks around a bit. He waits for the others to come to the changing area or if they are already done he'll go see how everyone did.

Lucan stretches a bit to just to wake the nerves up after being put to sleep with the massage, bath and scrub down.  He feels like a new person.  He hopes his subtle name drop might garner some intel should it work through the grapevines.  He also hopes the others may have had some success.

Salty

Hearing nothing more from the sailor, Salty prepares to depart.  He moves slowly, keeping his ears open for familiar names, and heads back to the changing room.  When he is dressed he rejoins the team in the lobby.

"I'm fer likin' the stink o' the sea, but e'ry one else'll be likin' these stinks better," he says with a grin, taking a shot at his own hygiene as he sniffs himself dramatically.  "Back I'll be fer yer fine services," he says to Uncle Bassim.

When the group reconvened outside he shared what little he learned.  "Found me yon knuckle pit.  Not fer helpin the job, but wagerin' and fightin' er to be had if coins need'n to get got."

(Apologies I missed Salty's question)

The tanned sailor says "If you don't mind traveling you can work as a guard or if you want to stay put there are warehouses on the docks that might need some guards" 

The 2 gossipers look to Samir and one of them says "You can find her in her corner of the Bazaar. Look for the red checkered pattern that is Dalia's spot. If you heard us then don't disturb her if you are looking for a handout"

Samir offers a small, respectful nod, his tone measured but earnest.
"I’m not looking for a handout. I only seek information. I’d like to understand why Dalia has been targeted only so I can help put an end to it."

He glances between the two gossipers, his expression solemn.
"She’s not the only one caught in this. I’m already following a thread involving another victim. Someone else is entangled in the spice trade. If I can help protect her, I will."

With that, Samir shifts his weight slightly, preparing to move on unless stopped showing he is clearly not here to argue or pry more than needed.