Your based in Zadash. The party works odd jobs mostly. A little collection money here, a little finding this lost item there but the gentlemen has thrown a lot of work your way lately and it's drawn some attention to your motley crew. As the war rages ever stronger and the monsters at borders of Xhorhas haunt good folk of the Empire. The resourceful folk like your merry band seek opportunity, have found work and plenty if it. People need guards moving further north from the border, many more need supplies but the Gentleman has offer 500 gold, each, to attain an item which was 'misplaced by an associate' he said. The word got to you scattered about your business that early evening and you arrived at the Evening Nip quickly. Once there a new development and the Gentleman doubled the price. The Gentleman's expectations are high as well as the danger but the Gentleman's boons, you know, are well worth the risks!

Mumbling to himself, "by Sarenrae's light we shall succeed," Flute sits down at a table and meditates on what this mission might entail.

(Pardon me while I break rule #2 for one post... It's kinda my thing to start out your campaigns. LOL)

     The clamor of a small group of patrons goes quiet with a loud snap, then a thwack against a table. Then a cheer of chant erupts for an apparent victor of some contest. "Rax! Rax! Rax!". The group disperses the sound of coin exchanging hands can be heard along with some shocked comments. "I told you he'd take him down... Ferocious little bugger... A goblin besting an orc?!"

     The onlookers, having cleared out to refill their drinks, leave only an orc looking as if his arm may be broken, as well as suffering some wounded pride. In addition, a wild-eyed goblin hops up from his seat and snatches a few coppers - that's right, just a few coppers - off the table. "Hehehe... Easy money. Thanks, chump," he offers to the orc in a low, raspy voice as he goes to get a mug of ale from the bar. 

     On his way to the bar, Raxil notices a figure that seems to share a similar nature to that of his boss, but this one doesn't sweat as much. Then he remembers that the bossman said he had a job for him and some others. However, there are more important matters for the goblin to attend to, so he continues to the bar. "Give me your tallest mug of piss that you call ale!"

Skye makes an appearance, a breeze blowing in behind her even though it's not even remotely windy outside. The breeze dissipates quickly and she strides in, taking a look around for familiar faces or the Gentlemen himself. She'll make her way over to the bar sliding in near Raxil and gesture, "Hey, I'll have what he's having. This place makes the best piss around." She grins, even if it's not even remotely true. 

"Thank you, all! As always, I'm Suerte!" says the entertainer taking a bow.

After getting booed off the stage, and collecting the scraps of food (and even a few coppers!) that were thrown at him in lieu of a more eloquent critique of his performance, the tall, thin human male, with dark hair and matching eyes, makes his way to the corner of the tavern, dismissing the light spell he cast as a make shift spotlight. He's wearing what seems to be a homemade costume of sorts. He quietly gathers the food he caught, intentionally or otherwise, and shares some of it with an owl that had floated down from a perch in the rafters to sit next to him. He gives the bird the scraps of meat he managed to collect, keeping the vegetables and fruit for himself.

Suerte notices the tall and oddly colored man sitting by himself at a table and recognition dons across his face. He gets up and slinks over, as surreptitiously as a person pelted by food can be, and introduces himself. He extends a hand to the airy individual and says, "Hello - I'm Suerte.  I am pretty sure I was asked to meet with someone of your description. Specifically, look for someone like the boss,"  as Suerte says this he unabashedly points to where the Gentleman typically sits, not bothering to check if he's actually there, "but more 'airy.'  I think you fit the bill." Through it all his face keeps a big smile. 

An owl swoops down and perches on an empty chair next to him. He turns and says, "Oh, don't mind her - that's my friend Fortuna. She always catches my shows - mostly for the scraps."

Suerte, as if distracted, surveys the bar and his eyes widen, with his hand still extended waiting for the air genasi to take it he raises the other and begins waving profusely and calls out, "Hey, Rax! Raxil! Over here! Rax! Rax! Raxil!?!"

He then excitedly comments to the quiet man, "That's Rax - he's good people. Oh an look, someone else that's like you. I wonder if she was the one I was supposed to meet."

Without a thought, he starts walking in Rax's direction, still waving, completely unaware if the airy gentleman took his hand or not.

OOC: Y'all are upstairs not down in the Gentleman's domain just yet. JR is Suerte a horrible magician or ??

At the barthe bartender pulls two pints and slides them over.

"I make it myself...hiw'd you guess my secret ingredient," the bartender sneers. "Two coppers a piece," he adds fists on the bar still leering.

At Suerte and Flute's table they sir together. (I'll let y'all RP that)

OOC: guys I T-TOTALLY thought the Gentleman was a water genasi?! ALL the sweating!!

OOC: I think he is water genasi as well.

OOC 

OOC: Giving Flute an opportunity to interact is my point. 

As Suerte sits, Flute kindly looks up and greets him, "Greetings Suerte, I'm Flute." His hair shifts a bit. His voice seems to lightly float through the air and gently land on our ears. Almost as if the words faintly echo on its way to you. He turns toward Fortuna, "Pleased to meet you as well." He bows his head slightly. "So what brings you to this tavern?" 

     "If you say so," the goblin replies to Skye. "You would like the stuff on Darktow then." He then turns to face the genasi. A confused look appears on his face, and he moves his gaze between the two air genasi. "You two related?"

(So I'm hearing a higher pitched "sling blade" voice for Raxil.)

Skye will grin at the bartender, fishing out two copper and sliding them across the table with a bit of thaumaturgy breeze, then turn to Raxil, glancing where he's looking. "Nah. Or not that I know of. Who knows, maybe we have the same dad or something." She shrugs taking a large gulp of the ale and swallowing it quickly. That's the trick to this stuff. 

As Flute notices that Suerte walks toward the bar after a brief hand shake, he sees the beefy goblin from earlier and another genasi drinking. He waves in their direction and motions them to join him at his table.

Suerte gets about halfway to Raxil and the second air genasi when he realizes he's no longer holding onto Flute. He turns, sees Flute waving and waves back, saying, "Come over, Flute. You need to meet Raxil. And you'll get drinks faster at the bar - much more efficient!"

Noticing his owl still on the table, he calls to her, "Fortuna, convince that good sir that he'd be more in his ELEMENT over here!"

Suerte smiles expectantly. After a brief pause, he says, "Get it? Because there's another genasi over here and you're both have similar backgrounds related to the primordial planes? Elementals? Element? OK. Well, I got it." He smiles again waving Flute over once more before turning around and calling out, still halfway across the room, "Raxil! How you doing?!? Don't worry, I'm heading to you!" 

Flute obliges and moves over to the bar. He asks the bartender for tea or water, which ever is available.

"Sorry friend we don't have tea and I wouldn't let my worst enemy drink the water..." The surly bartender replies to Flute's request. "Seems a odd request. What brings you in," he adds cocked eyebrow raised smirking.

The party knows of or has seen the others in passing. Each of you ate known for a talent which has reached the Gentleman's ears. As everyone gathers above the actual Gentleman's present. A black Tabaxi known to you as Cree appears in the bar. She looks around spotting the lot of you and working her way around to gather you up. Leading the party below to 20 by 30 foot room lit by a central candle-lit chandelier that almost obtrusively hangs from a low ceiling. The floor is made of wooden boards, and there is a number of small booths that are built out of wood as well. The bar has a classic Old-England pub feel. Everything smells of dried beers and ale and rotted wood, and where one would expect a rowdy crow but it's very quiet. There is a couple doors that lead into a kitchen or storage area.

"He's just over there," Cree points out the blue skinned man always a little damp looking seated at a corner booth alone. 

Seeing the party brought to him, the Gentleman waves you over.

How do you proceed?

Listen, listen, Suerte. Skye overhears your joke about elements and her fellow air genasi over there, and she's going to high-five you, cause guess who loves puns.This girl, her whole entire name is a pun and that was genius. "It's a real breeze over here!" She calls out, grinning. 

When Cree comes to get them, she'll move downstairs with her, expecting the others to follow along. As much as Skye would love to sit and socialize for a while, she supposes there is work to be done and money to be gained. As they enter Skye waves over at the Gentleman. Water genasi are not unfamiliar to her, she has a half brother who is one, but that's about where their similarities end. "How's it shaking?"  she immediately regrets that he's not an earth genasi after asking that question.

Flute responds to the bartender, "We come bearing many gifts." He slides a gold piece to the bartender. 

Seeing Cree, Flute politely thanks the bartender, and follows her to where she leads.

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How's it shaking?"  she immediately regrets that he's not an earth genasi after asking that question.

 "Well, I'd say he's 'shaking' like a particle being transported due to spatial disturbances that are generally not accompanied by a motion of medium, in this case salt water, occupying his space as a whole in a general oscillating fashion," Suerte immediately responds. He waits for laughter. When there is none, he coughs and says, "Umm... He's shaking like an oceanic wave." Suerte smiles. 

Fortuna flies overhead settling upon a rafter - if one would hazard a guess, you'd think she was looking at Suerte completely unimpressed and slightly disappointed.

OOC 

   Raxil cocks his head as the wizard attempts some form of humor. "Stop using all them big words. No one knows what the hell you're talking about." The goblin pushes his way past the others and approaches the Gentleman. He puffs up his chest. "Heya, boss. So who's skulls needing cracked?'