While trying to overhear current conversations it seemed like a glass would break or an argument would start across the room seeming to disrupt the conversations when something important may have been said.
Mirkiua nods a bit as he starts to put the armor on, it fitting quite well "Good fit, got a good eye on ya...say, I'm guessing you hear a lot of talk round hear. My pal and I are out here looking for someone, guy named Floon... Any chance ya heard something bout him?" He paused for a second as he leaned n closer, speaking in a lower voice "If ya can help me out here I'll be back with a hefty purse, looking to buy some more expensive equipment, like that fancy scale mail there, and even that wolf ax my friend was looking at."
"Well I did hear something, Terrible thing to." Bilimi says, shaking his head. "Now I don't know if it is this Floon guy or not, but I heard two guys got kidnapped by those damn Zents over by the Skewered Dragon."
Looking at Mirkiua suspiciously, "You aren't involved with this gang war are you?"
Shook his head a bit “no, least I dun think so, just got into town last night and were hired to get those guys who were kid napped, ain’t got a clue bout no gang wars. Is there anything you can tell an outsider bout all this? Seems lot more serious than I was lead to believe”
Bilimi shakes his head. "Glad to here. I can't tell you much except all those thugs think there is a great treasure somewhere in the city. Non-sense I say. Only way to get lots o'treasure around here is in Undermountian. And yu only go there if you are incredibly brave or incredibly stupid."
Mirkiua laughed loudly at it "I've been called both, but still alive so must be doing something right. Thanks for the armor though, and the advice, have a good one" He says as he makes his way back outside, meeting up with Gereon
"Hello Mirkiua, what is our next course of action?" says Gereon as his companion appears. "Ask around for more leads?" gesturing towards the hustle and bustle of the smelly streets. "Perhaps check some of the shady alleyways...in person? Or..." He scratches his neck. "Something brash?"
The half orc approaches Gereon, giving him a small nod as he looks along the crowd “dun know really, so far everyone seems nervous to speak of this, might not be a good idea making it known who we’re looking for, could attract unwanted attention. Mmight be best to head over to the Skewered Dragon and see if Yimrok had any luck.”
OOC-I'm gonna use their Perception Rolls for this.
As Gereon and Mirkuia make their way through the bar they both notice Yimrok trying to point out two men a few tables from him. Passing by the Table Mirkuia overhear one of the men whisper"I'm telling you I saw them take them to the Warehouse down the block. You know the one with the serpent..."
Gereon takes a seat and replies, "Well, I couldn't avoid looking for a stable, I had a long talk with an elf there about horses but he couldn't quite follow my dialect." He sighs, "But, there was an old mare my master could barely afford. I dunno. What should we do?"
Slows his steps down just a bit to catch the tail end of the conversation before following behind Gereon, placing both hands on the table, leaning on it "Ya halflings gotta funny way of speaking, and whats with all that" stops for a second to flick his hand about like Yimrok was "hand nonsense" He pauses for a few more seconds before laughing bit "Though they did say something bout taking a fella to a warehouse down the block... might be worth checking out"
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"Take a seat for a bit big guy, Where did you get that Hide armor? I could hear you coming from a mile away." Turning to Gereon, "What other information did you learn about this town?"
Trying to hear any more information about the warehouse, Yimrok listens in, Especially for a name. Perception: 9
Mirkiua nods a bit as he starts to put the armor on, it fitting quite well "Good fit, got a good eye on ya...say, I'm guessing you hear a lot of talk round hear. My pal and I are out here looking for someone, guy named Floon... Any chance ya heard something bout him?" He paused for a second as he leaned n closer, speaking in a lower voice "If ya can help me out here I'll be back with a hefty purse, looking to buy some more expensive equipment, like that fancy scale mail there, and even that wolf ax my friend was looking at."
Shook his head a bit “no, least I dun think so, just got into town last night and were hired to get those guys who were kid napped, ain’t got a clue bout no gang wars. Is there anything you can tell an outsider bout all this? Seems lot more serious than I was lead to believe”
Mirkiua laughed loudly at it "I've been called both, but still alive so must be doing something right. Thanks for the armor though, and the advice, have a good one" He says as he makes his way back outside, meeting up with Gereon
"Hello Mirkiua, what is our next course of action?" says Gereon as his companion appears.
"Ask around for more leads?" gesturing towards the hustle and bustle of the smelly streets.
"Perhaps check some of the shady alleyways...in person? Or..." He scratches his neck.
"Something brash?"
Yimrok's Perception 6
The half orc approaches Gereon, giving him a small nod as he looks along the crowd “dun know really, so far everyone seems nervous to speak of this, might not be a good idea making it known who we’re looking for, could attract unwanted attention. Mmight be best to head over to the Skewered Dragon and see if Yimrok had any luck.”
"Good point pal. Let's go...before the smell gets stuck on us"
Laughs out as he makes his way towards the tavern "Think this is a stink? Your nose wouldn't last in an orcish tribe mate"
Make Perception rolls.
Lifts a hand up to the Halfling as he makes his way through the crowd, throwing his eyes about to see what's going on around him
Perception roll: 18
Gereon follows Mirkuia with uneasy eyes.
Perception: 12
Yimrok waves at his companions "Hello! I was getting tired of waiting. Take a seat."
"I'm glad you Two made it, I've been wondering since I Left you what kind of things you've been Looking at."
Yimrok makes a quick flick of his finger in the way of the two guys sitting at a table to his left who have been shooting him glances.
Sleight of Hand: 11
OOC - Todd don't talk about a dress, please.
OOC-I'm gonna use their Perception Rolls for this.
Gereon takes a seat and replies, "Well, I couldn't avoid looking for a stable, I had a long talk with an elf there about horses but he couldn't quite follow my dialect."
He sighs, "But, there was an old mare my master could barely afford. I dunno. What should we do?"
Slows his steps down just a bit to catch the tail end of the conversation before following behind Gereon, placing both hands on the table, leaning on it "Ya halflings gotta funny way of speaking, and whats with all that" stops for a second to flick his hand about like Yimrok was "hand nonsense" He pauses for a few more seconds before laughing bit "Though they did say something bout taking a fella to a warehouse down the block... might be worth checking out"
"Take a seat for a bit big guy, Where did you get that Hide armor? I could hear you coming from a mile away." Turning to Gereon, "What other information did you learn about this town?"
Trying to hear any more information about the warehouse, Yimrok listens in, Especially for a name.
Perception: 9