(OOC: The Emir is the ruler of Shahr al-Layali city)
"The Grand Sigil of the Emir is the most prestigious award given by the Emir himself for the best artisan of the year. People crowd the city during the event. I have not won this trophy yet, but it will be mine this year. Now I am busy man, and I have indulged your curiosity enough. Please see yourselves out of my studio" says Hassan as he stands and gestures to his door. It is clear he is done talking.
It appeared as if they would not be learning anything more from Hassan this day. With a sigh the blue haired orc left the building. When the group reconvened and had walked some distance from the shop, "More goin' on than what's bein' telled," he says to the group. "I'm not fer knowin' which o' his words were false, but I'm know'n they ain't all true."
"May be the lad what worked fer Malik 'll be knowin' a bit more."
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
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OOC - Sorry busy day...
Lucan would listen from the back and he's not feeling to good about this individual conversation. Lucan nudges forward to get a glimpse of the wall and the desk.
Lucan Insight: 10to check the mans overall demeanor.
Later on further down the roadway with the others, "I just get a feeling he's more into power and that award than he is about Malik's life. He also tried to just dismiss Malik's mother's concerns about his death. As if it's a sure thing he just fell and that he new of a case Malik was involved in and new they were a powerful organization. Did you catch the underlying warning to us. He said Malik never new when to walk away. What's that all about. Geez this guy is dirty."
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Samir’s eyes narrow as he listens carefully, then he leans in a bit to the group, lowering his voice. “I don’t trust Hassan one bit. There’s more to him than just being an ink maker and shop owner. That Grand Sigil of the Emir award sounds like a prize he’s chasing hard. Malik’s work… I think it was stepping on Hassan’s toes, maybe threatening his chances to win. That’s why he’s acting so cold, dismissing Malik’s mother like that, trying to send us a warning. ‘Malik never knew when to walk away’ sounds less like a lament and more like a threat. Hassan’s not clean; he’s playing a deeper game than he lets on.”
Krakan grunts and laughs as they walk away, speaking after Samir, “You are right on that one. I got the same feeling. Something deep rumbling in my belly told me that he’s not telling the truth. Either that or the kibbeh I ate last night is repeating on me. Let’s find out the connection between this Spice Guild and Malik. Perhaps they were a unsatisfied customer…” Krakan walks along and absentmindedly rubs his stomach with his hand.
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
The sun hangs low in the sky as the sunlight softens to a golden haze. You step onto the broad flagstone Grand Avenue that serves as one of Shahr al-Layali city's main arterial avenues. There is a string of painted ox drawn wagons creaking there way forward. Along the edges of the flagstone roadway, the sidewalks brim with a kaleidoscope of life. A line of lawyers in woolen cloaks dyed the deep indigo of midnight waits patiently by the steps of a charter house, their hems trimmed with narrow bands of silver thread that catch the light. Nearby, students of the madrasa wind their way through the throng in rust‑colored tunics and emerald green sashes, their leather satchels slung across shoulders and heads wrapped in crisp white turbans.
A troupe of musicians passes in matching robes of mauve and gold, the brass bells on their anklets jingling in harmony, while a pair of water‑bearers in rose‑pink garments offer small painted gourds of cool water. Children dart between adults, their tunics a lively patchwork of bright cerulean, sunflower yellow, and pomegranate red, laughing as they weave through sandal‑shod feet.
In time you weave your way through the crowds to the Administrative District. The murmur of clerks’ voices drifts through the open windows of nearby ministries, punctuated by the distant toll of the afternoon call to prayer—its echo curling through the coral‑hued walls. A breeze, laced with the spice of roasting coffee and fresh baklava from a corner café, ripples your clothing as you pass beneath a wrought‑iron archway inscribed with geometric patterns.
Almanar Legal Consultancy stand just off Grand Avenue, their exterior as purposeful and unadorned as the reception hall within. The building is raised one step above street level on a plinth of pale limestone blocks, each face dressed smooth and straight. The walls are built of large ashlar stones—warm beige in tone—carefully coursed so that the horizontal joints form thin, even lines around the façade.
You push open the double doors and step into a reception area that feels purposeful rather than pompous. The floor is polished limestone—still cool underfoot, but without inlaid patterns—while the walls are paneled in warm walnut, their grain lending a sober, reassuring rhythm. A single, long reception desk of matte steel and glass stands at the center, staffed by two attendants in tailored suits, their manner crisp and businesslike. Behind them, a simple wall sign Almanar Legal Consultancy in brushed metal letters—sits against a subdued slate-gray backdrop.
Natural light filters in through broad windows, softened by understated blinds; a few potted plants punctuate the room with a touch of greenery. To your left, a row of leather-upholstered chairs lines the wall, each paired with a small side table holding neatly stacked law journals and client intake forms.
Lucan walks in and looks around to spot a receptionist/secretary of sorts for the establishment, "Beg pardon. I'm Tyrese Halam, We are looking for an associate you might have employed here. We'd like to discuss some private matter with Kamran al-Rashid. If it's no trouble that is."
Lucan adds a bit of deception hoping for the best. "Perhaps I can bring back a nice small beverage of you choice for you trouble?"
Lucan Deception: 22Lucan uses an alias Tyrese Halam in his deception of the private matter to gain an audience with Kamran al-Rashid.
Lucan lays the ground work in hopes the other can jump in to bolster his efforts and improve on his pitch to the individual.
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The receptionist looks to Lucan "A cup of coffee would be lovely, but do you have an appointment with Kamran al-Rashid?"
Looking down you see the receptionist thumbing through a calendar book and the next available appointment would be next week.
Lucan/Tyrese reaches down to scratch his nether regions and leans in, "Oh deary, this is kind of a personal matter that just came on and I kind of need to speak to him privately today. He needs to know today, if you know what I mean."
Lucan/Tyrese continues his deception.
Lucan/Tyrese gives a wink and a cough to he receptionist and slides over a gp, "Discretion would be most appreciated too."
Samir steps in closer besides Lucan, offering a subtle nod as the gold piece slides across the counter. He leans in, voice just above a whisper, but loud enough to everyone to hear, his hand on Lucan's shoulder.
"I know it may be uncomfortable, but we will get the help you need." He says with a tone of deep concern.
Samir steps in closer besides Lucan, offering a subtle nod as the gold piece slides across the counter. He leans in, voice just above a whisper, but loud enough to everyone to hear, his hand on Lucan's shoulder.
"I know it may be uncomfortable, but we will get the help you need." He says with a tone of deep concern.
Samir casts Guidance on Lucan.
OOC - That may have just saved it......Maybe..grin.
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"Fine I will speak with Kamran and convince him to see you though what happens after that is up to you." says the receptionist. She steps out from behind the counter and heads upstairs.
15 minutes passes and she comes back down with young man in his early 20's. Short Stature and wiry with dusty red skin. His face is clean shaven smooth, with sharp cheekbones and slender jaw. His darks eyes are steady and observant as he looks to Lucan. He wears a charcoal grey wool vest over a sand white tunic, simple headscarf, and sensible trousers that matches his vest. Instead of sandals he wears hand stitched soft leather shoes worn thin at the soles from constant use.
The receptionist mouths good luck as she takes up her post again.
Kamran with a serious professional expression says to Lucan "I am Kamran al-Rashid. I was told you needed to speak with me."
Krakan standing beside “Kamran” nods and says, “My friend’s problem is of a ah… personal nature. A little privacy and discretion would be appreciated. Do you have.. a conference room? Or private office?”
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
"Before we move to my office, I need to know who I am speaking with and why have you come. What is this personal nature? Even a brief hint of the matter at hand would give me a better understanding" says Kamran. He is not one to trust strangers off of the street so easily.
Lucan bluster out rather loudly, "Of all the nerve. You want me in private but now that I'm here and you want to play all fancy legal with me. We can do this here or we can go somewhere else, but you will see to my problem." Lucan scratches openly down below. "After all we've been through." Lucan starts crying openly sobbing.
Krakan lets out a long sigh, tilting his head down. "See what I mean? There are some matters that are best discussed in private. I would believe that your esteemed office would understand such sensitivities..." Krakan lends his help to Lucian in his endeavor.
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(OOC: The Emir is the ruler of Shahr al-Layali city)
"The Grand Sigil of the Emir is the most prestigious award given by the Emir himself for the best artisan of the year. People crowd the city during the event. I have not won this trophy yet, but it will be mine this year. Now I am busy man, and I have indulged your curiosity enough. Please see yourselves out of my studio" says Hassan as he stands and gestures to his door. It is clear he is done talking.
Salty
It appeared as if they would not be learning anything more from Hassan this day. With a sigh the blue haired orc left the building. When the group reconvened and had walked some distance from the shop, "More goin' on than what's bein' telled," he says to the group. "I'm not fer knowin' which o' his words were false, but I'm know'n they ain't all true."
"May be the lad what worked fer Malik 'll be knowin' a bit more."
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
OOC - Sorry busy day...
Lucan would listen from the back and he's not feeling to good about this individual conversation. Lucan nudges forward to get a glimpse of the wall and the desk.
Lucan Insight: 10 to check the mans overall demeanor.
Lucan Perception: 19 vs DC 15 check for spoiler
Later on further down the roadway with the others, "I just get a feeling he's more into power and that award than he is about Malik's life. He also tried to just dismiss Malik's mother's concerns about his death. As if it's a sure thing he just fell and that he new of a case Malik was involved in and new they were a powerful organization. Did you catch the underlying warning to us. He said Malik never new when to walk away. What's that all about. Geez this guy is dirty."
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Samir’s eyes narrow as he listens carefully, then he leans in a bit to the group, lowering his voice. “I don’t trust Hassan one bit. There’s more to him than just being an ink maker and shop owner. That Grand Sigil of the Emir award sounds like a prize he’s chasing hard. Malik’s work… I think it was stepping on Hassan’s toes, maybe threatening his chances to win. That’s why he’s acting so cold, dismissing Malik’s mother like that, trying to send us a warning. ‘Malik never knew when to walk away’ sounds less like a lament and more like a threat. Hassan’s not clean; he’s playing a deeper game than he lets on.”
Krakan grunts and laughs as they walk away, speaking after Samir, “You are right on that one. I got the same feeling. Something deep rumbling in my belly told me that he’s not telling the truth. Either that or the kibbeh I ate last night is repeating on me. Let’s find out the connection between this Spice Guild and Malik. Perhaps they were a unsatisfied customer…” Krakan walks along and absentmindedly rubs his stomach with his hand.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
The sun hangs low in the sky as the sunlight softens to a golden haze. You step onto the broad flagstone Grand Avenue that serves as one of Shahr al-Layali city's main arterial avenues. There is a string of painted ox drawn wagons creaking there way forward. Along the edges of the flagstone roadway, the sidewalks brim with a kaleidoscope of life. A line of lawyers in woolen cloaks dyed the deep indigo of midnight waits patiently by the steps of a charter house, their hems trimmed with narrow bands of silver thread that catch the light. Nearby, students of the madrasa wind their way through the throng in rust‑colored tunics and emerald green sashes, their leather satchels slung across shoulders and heads wrapped in crisp white turbans.
A troupe of musicians passes in matching robes of mauve and gold, the brass bells on their anklets jingling in harmony, while a pair of water‑bearers in rose‑pink garments offer small painted gourds of cool water. Children dart between adults, their tunics a lively patchwork of bright cerulean, sunflower yellow, and pomegranate red, laughing as they weave through sandal‑shod feet.
In time you weave your way through the crowds to the Administrative District. The murmur of clerks’ voices drifts through the open windows of nearby ministries, punctuated by the distant toll of the afternoon call to prayer—its echo curling through the coral‑hued walls. A breeze, laced with the spice of roasting coffee and fresh baklava from a corner café, ripples your clothing as you pass beneath a wrought‑iron archway inscribed with geometric patterns.
Almanar Legal Consultancy stand just off Grand Avenue, their exterior as purposeful and unadorned as the reception hall within. The building is raised one step above street level on a plinth of pale limestone blocks, each face dressed smooth and straight. The walls are built of large ashlar stones—warm beige in tone—carefully coursed so that the horizontal joints form thin, even lines around the façade.
You push open the double doors and step into a reception area that feels purposeful rather than pompous. The floor is polished limestone—still cool underfoot, but without inlaid patterns—while the walls are paneled in warm walnut, their grain lending a sober, reassuring rhythm. A single, long reception desk of matte steel and glass stands at the center, staffed by two attendants in tailored suits, their manner crisp and businesslike. Behind them, a simple wall sign Almanar Legal Consultancy in brushed metal letters—sits against a subdued slate-gray backdrop.
Natural light filters in through broad windows, softened by understated blinds; a few potted plants punctuate the room with a touch of greenery. To your left, a row of leather-upholstered chairs lines the wall, each paired with a small side table holding neatly stacked law journals and client intake forms.
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Lucan walks in and looks around to spot a receptionist/secretary of sorts for the establishment, "Beg pardon. I'm Tyrese Halam, We are looking for an associate you might have employed here. We'd like to discuss some private matter with Kamran al-Rashid. If it's no trouble that is."
Lucan adds a bit of deception hoping for the best. "Perhaps I can bring back a nice small beverage of you choice for you trouble?"
Lucan Deception: 22 Lucan uses an alias Tyrese Halam in his deception of the private matter to gain an audience with Kamran al-Rashid.
Lucan lays the ground work in hopes the other can jump in to bolster his efforts and improve on his pitch to the individual.
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(Nice Deception)
The receptionist looks to Lucan "A cup of coffee would be lovely, but do you have an appointment with Kamran al-Rashid?"
Looking down you see the receptionist thumbing through a calendar book and the next available appointment would be next week.
Lucan/Tyrese reaches down to scratch his nether regions and leans in, "Oh deary, this is kind of a personal matter that just came on and I kind of need to speak to him privately today. He needs to know today, if you know what I mean."
Lucan/Tyrese continues his deception.
Lucan/Tyrese gives a wink and a cough to he receptionist and slides over a gp, "Discretion would be most appreciated too."
OOC - 1gp removed.
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With the Sweet talk and bribe please roll Persuasion with advantage.
Samir steps in closer besides Lucan, offering a subtle nod as the gold piece slides across the counter. He leans in, voice just above a whisper, but loud enough to everyone to hear, his hand on Lucan's shoulder.
"I know it may be uncomfortable, but we will get the help you need." He says with a tone of deep concern.
Samir casts Guidance on Lucan.
OOC - Mama needs a new pair of shoes. grin.
Lucan Persuasion! 14
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with guidance if allowed. 2
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OOC - That may have just saved it......Maybe..grin.
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(Guidance is allowed)
"Fine I will speak with Kamran and convince him to see you though what happens after that is up to you." says the receptionist. She steps out from behind the counter and heads upstairs.
15 minutes passes and she comes back down with young man in his early 20's. Short Stature and wiry with dusty red skin. His face is clean shaven smooth, with sharp cheekbones and slender jaw. His darks eyes are steady and observant as he looks to Lucan. He wears a charcoal grey wool vest over a sand white tunic, simple headscarf, and sensible trousers that matches his vest. Instead of sandals he wears hand stitched soft leather shoes worn thin at the soles from constant use.
The receptionist mouths good luck as she takes up her post again.
Kamran with a serious professional expression says to Lucan "I am Kamran al-Rashid. I was told you needed to speak with me."
Krakan standing beside “Kamran” nods and says, “My friend’s problem is of a ah… personal nature. A little privacy and discretion would be appreciated. Do you have.. a conference room? Or private office?”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
"Before we move to my office, I need to know who I am speaking with and why have you come. What is this personal nature? Even a brief hint of the matter at hand would give me a better understanding" says Kamran. He is not one to trust strangers off of the street so easily.
Lucan bluster out rather loudly, "Of all the nerve. You want me in private but now that I'm here and you want to play all fancy legal with me. We can do this here or we can go somewhere else, but you will see to my problem." Lucan scratches openly down below. "After all we've been through." Lucan starts crying openly sobbing.
Lucan looks to the others shaking his head.
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Krakan lets out a long sigh, tilting his head down. "See what I mean? There are some matters that are best discussed in private. I would believe that your esteemed office would understand such sensitivities..." Krakan lends his help to Lucian in his endeavor.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.