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Arc internally sighed at his father's game of politics, but maintained his stoic expression as he raised his head, "Thank you father. You are in fact right, that I didn't succeed in the task, however this was in part to a 3rd party's intervention. In the midst of our talks, Mrs.Krull's severed fingers and ring were delivered as well as a note stating that if Mr.Krull continued to negotiate with us, she'd die. Such being the case, Mr.Krull discontinued any further negotiations until his wife is found." Arc sound at attention, measuring his father's expressions as he talked.
Corti beams at Thia's first response,"That's wonderful, Thia I was hoping that you'd say that! And good luck with the meeting, that sounds important."
As Thia tries to get the attention of the bartender, Corti finishes off her drink and fiddles with the tankard it was in.
Corti raises an eyebrow at the mention of the Veiled Valor, "Yes, I mean the workers and me, but I'm afraid that I can't say that I've heard of these Veiled Valor folk. Are they who you're meeting with?"
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Tarian pushed through the teeming throng to order another drink from the barkeep. A coffee, this time. That was just a pretense, though. On her way back toward her original spot—now taken by a pair of half-elves excitedly chatting about the day’s events—Tarian found an open spot next to Milo.
“Seems you’re tonight’s patron, eh? Name’s Tarian.” She offered a hand to the halfling. “Since you seem pretty well established here, you mind filling me in a bit on the town? My employer was looking for something but I’m stumped. Thought maybe a local might know better.”
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"On the other side of the screen, it all looks so easy." --Kevin Flynn, Tron (1982)
Out of context, also applicable to Dungeons & Dragons.
“Milo, pleased to make your acquaintance.” As he shakes her outstretched hand. He spins around in the stool a full revolution “Coffee and straight to business, you’re not the kind that knows how to have fun are you? But that’s okay, my sister tried to have fun two years ago, she didn’t like it either. I’d hate to disappoint a nice lady, but I’m no local.... simply wanted a nice meal and some fun. What is it that you’re looking for, who’s your employer?”
“Arc, I sent you to deal with this problem, I don’t care to hear my workers’ life stories, if I did I’d be toiling on the factory floor. Every day the strike continues costs a considerable amount of money. You have two more days until the end of the week, after that the money will simply be deducted from your research allowance. If you can’t see the importance of a motivated work force, you’ll have to learn by waiting for your own projects. We’re done here.”
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“And you?” Thia’s eyes would light up with intrigue, “Pardon my ignorance...” She’d reach for Corti’s hand to inspect it out of curiosity. With gentle hands she’d want to feel the texture and inspect the structure of her hand, as long as Corti would allow her, if it didn’t make her too uncomfortable. “I’ve never been asked to treat a warforged before.” She’s always been inquisitive about what makes people ‘tick’, she never really had the chance to learn, in detail, what made warforged ‘tick’. “Again, please pardon my inexperience, but...” she’d pause, almost feeling silly, some pink showing on her cheeks, “would traditional medic practices... apply?”
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Arc holds back the string of words that had begun to boil in his mind, instead slightly bowing his head, both to hide any minute expressions and to appeal to his father's bloated ego. "Father, may I then have access to our network, as you said, we are losing money, so I'm sure it'd reflect well on us if the main family saw us using everything st our disposal to solve this problem. Especially since it seems to be attracting unwanted attention with a warforge in the strikers midst."
Persuasion (if applicable): 4
(......somehow, that makes way to much sense, considering their relationship XD)
Volten’s calm exterior exploded into icy fury. “I said, we’re done here. You want to leave your mark on the world, don’t follow others footsteps. And besides, aren’t warforged your... specialty?” The way every syllable of his last mocking question dropped with cynicism had been a big part of Arc’s decision to work under Tiberius. Part of him was convinced his father never forgave him for his dragon mark, not having one himself despite his best efforts. It was clear to Arc that he wasn’t going to receive any help here. Unfortunately Tiberius very rarely left his study or his workshop, so it was unlikely he’d have information on Sparks. But the news of a warforged as part of the protest today might interest him too...
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Arcius stayed bowed for a moment, before speaking again, ".....yes, father. Sorry for wasting your time." And with that, Arc stands and leaves the room. As soon as he closes the door to his father's study, he takes a few steps down the hall before pausing to take a deep breath and calm his nerves and mind. Rage wouldn't help him here, besides, he had been dealing with his father's nasty ego for years now. His blatant feelings towards him were obvious, but that wouldn't change. Once he's calmed down enough, Arcius Soranik Raddeus Cannith, second to his name, makes his way to the one man in his family that he respected. The man who invented the Warforged, Tiberius Aurelius Cannith. If nothing else, he'd be able to give him some guidance, and he'd like to know about the supposed Warforged striker.
“If you think I’m not fun, you should meet my employer. I may as well be looking for an eight-legged unicorn, for the impossible task he’s given me.” Tarian swirled the coffee around in her cup and took a long drink. “I’ll probably have to work through the night on this one.”
Milo’s not a local, hmm? Surprising. Though the barkeep introduced him, so, along with the fact that he’s been throwing money around, there’s three likely possibilities: noble on holiday, traveling merchant just made a big deal, or criminal off a big score. Scratch the noble idea, they wouldn’t be down in the Forge carousing with the riffraff. So, either merchant or criminal.
“I’m sure you wouldn’t treat your employees this way. My employer wants me to find a specific butcher in town. A work associate received a delivery—just dropped off at the apartment stoop either late last night or early this morning, even with the rain—and my employer just has to find a shop capable of making deliveries of unusual meats at unusual times. Made it very clear to me that it’s very urgent. Kept telling me all day that I was ‘wasting time’ not finding this guy.”
Tarian took another sip of coffee. It was as bitter as she was.
“So, Milo, with your connections, you wouldn’t happen to know of a butcher like that, would you?”
With her guesses about his possible profession, Tarian doesn’t trust Milo. She’s careful to read his responses. Wisdom (Insight) 23
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Milo sets his drink down “That’s a very strange set of circumstances, indeed. The sir name is Spudsder, potato farming family. We just had an expansion and started keeping livestock, but haven’t had any trade with the butchers here. I’ve been stuck with tavern food, so you could understand my desire to have a nicer meal than the usual old meat pie.” As he continued his meal.
Persuasion: 11 ; with the phrasing and actual information asked, Milo has been truthful.
So, a merchant, then. That’s something. Maybe I’ll be able to appeal to his better nature.
“That’s real unfortunate. You see, I have this funny feeling that if I can’t find this butcher tonight, someone else is going to get it even worse than I did last night.” Tarian touched the greenish outline of the lingering bruise on her face. “I’ve only seen pictures of her, mind, but she seems like a delicate flower, a real ladylike-type, unlike myself. At this… Spudsder farm, you’ve started raising—“
Tarian quickly scoured the information she already had. “Livestock” and not “cattle.” From the wording it’s probably not cows, or at least, not exclusively. But if you’re in the business of livestock, you’re in it for a profit. So, either meats or dairy. Pigs and goats would be the most likely of the remaining options. Goats would be good for either, and probably easier to handle than pigs for a family of Milo’s stature.
“—goats, I’d guess? Surely you’d have at least looked into a butcher or two here in Duskrock by now. I promise you, I’m not going to be spilling trade secrets to anyone. I just need to find this butcher for my employer before someone gets hurt.”
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"On the other side of the screen, it all looks so easy." --Kevin Flynn, Tron (1982)
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“Very astute observations and deductions. For an investigator such as yourself, it must difficult with a case like this. But you have forgotten one of the greatest inventions for my kind.... a ladder.” Milo lets out a big chuckle “it’s cows my dear. But you were right about me trying to find some butchers in the area. That was part of the plan originally. Up until I stumbled into that presentation yesterday, decided to give a speech myself, calmed a sea of angry workers preventing a full on riot, and securing a trade deal to feed the workers..... All in a day’s work.” Milo goes back to swirling his wine and drinking slightly as he stares back at Tarian.
He didn’t flinch, offer to help, or even offer condolences when I said a delicate lady was going to get hurt. He must be used to intentionally putting people in great danger, then. A merchant and a criminal, perhaps? If he doesn’t know the difference between “livestock” and “cattle” when he has only cows, he must not have much interest in either the farm or the new ranch. He might not even know the difference between the two.
If he is part of the criminal element, he might be worried about any official connections I might have, that I might leak to and get him into trouble. Or maybe he’s involved in this and knows exactly what I’m talking about. But what are the odds of that?
“’Investigator’ is kind of a strong word. I’m nothing so fancy as that. I’m not with the town guard or even Broad Street Agency, though I have done a few jobs for those goons. I’m just a freelance gal who does whatever job will pay and keep her mouth shut about it. I don’t investigate or report anyone’s side business—” Tarian returned Milo’s pointed gaze, “—unless it’s specifically part of my job description. And my job description right now is to find an innocent girl before she’s turned into one of your meat pies.” Tarian watched a plate carried by a server over to another table. “Or sausages. In fact, I’d just stay away from meat altogether for the next few days. I certainly will be.”
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Milo puts a sausage on his fork before biting into it. After a moment he wipes his mouth with a cloth. “Lets take a walk.” Milo states as he hops down from the stool and points an open hand towards the door. “You are much more formidable than I, There isn’t a need to worry.”
Getting outside of the tavern, to a safe distance out of earshot of people “I feel there is no use in playing coy. I have been honest with you, I have no interest in the meat trade in Dusk Rock passed my existing contract with Mr. Sparks.” Milo takes a second to lean in and in a more hushed voice “I’m much more interested in my side businesses. I was looking to break into that scene tonight in fact. Item procurement, transportation, and deliveries is my specialty. Never ask what’s inside or for what reason as long as I am paid. I have some time before I am due my pay for my most recent .... delivery. It seems our causes can be mutually benefited if we work together. I do lack the muscle aspect that is required in this line of work and your murky moral compass might be what I need. What’s say you that we work together tonight and if it goes well, we can discuss future arrangements? If you’re looking for a person, I have experience with that as well.” Milo takes out his pipe and lights it to have a smoke
Corti lets Thia take her hand, as it's clear to her that curiosity is what makes Thia 'tick' and she's happy to spread knowledge, but she chuckles somewhat nervously as Thia examines it. "Yes, more or less. Splints work easily, although they usually have to be pretty strong. We do have, er, bodily fluids?" Corti grins and shakes her head slightly, "It's not really blood, but we need it nonetheless, so bandages are also useful. Magical healing and potions work exactly the same on us as they do on everyone else. Stitches are a no-go for certain." She laughs as she says the last part. "I'm afraid I'm not much of a medical expert, but that's just what I've picked up so far."
"You said that you've been asked to treat people? Have you worked in clinics?"
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As Milo lit his pipe, Tarian stifled a smile and laugh that threatened to boil out onto the surface. Rather than laugh, she coughed, “In the Dockland bars they say ’never play Dragon’s Hoard with a halfling.’ I’m starting to understand why.” Tarian thrust out a hand for a handshake and introduced herself again, more formally. “Mister Spudsder, I’m Tarian, Docklands freelancer. I hunt bounties, guard bodies, and practice medicine. I have a variety of skills beyond that. Bodyguard services are two gold per day. If you’re only looking for my services for the evening, it’ll be one gold. Either way, I’ll want half up front. Services outside my specialties run at a premium.”
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"On the other side of the screen, it all looks so easy." --Kevin Flynn, Tron (1982)
Out of context, also applicable to Dungeons & Dragons.
Thia would listen to Corti share what she did know, actually feeling relieved to know that if something were to happen, Thia would have the ability to help. “It’s good to know that I can help if the unfortunate were to happen.” She’d nod and pat Corti’s hand before letting it go. “Let’s hope you’ll never require my skills.” She’d smile and wink with a little chuckle.
“Essentially. I apprenticed with our Alchemical and Apothecary guild masters. I assisted with research and rehabilitation of our wounded vets.”
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Does Milo trust Tarian’s intentions? Insight check : 10
Milo stretches out his hand with a gold coin palmed inside for the handshake. Giving the coin away “This can be the start of a very fruitful relationship for the two of us. Where would you want to start looking? The slums?”
Arc was in luck, as he saw the lights on in the estate’s study, usually serving as a good indication that his uncle Tiberius was present. He needed to bounce some ideas off of Tiberius’ cobsiderable mind. Tarian was an interesting person and sharper than she let on, but too mercenary, not suitable for discussing plans and secrets closer to home. And Volten... his father was difficult to talk to during the best of times, and these were not that. Tiberius he could talk to, Tiberius would understand. But Tiberius also rarely left his study and only to get to his workshop. It started to show at times, since he talked more to himself than to others...
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Arc internally sighed at his father's game of politics, but maintained his stoic expression as he raised his head, "Thank you father. You are in fact right, that I didn't succeed in the task, however this was in part to a 3rd party's intervention. In the midst of our talks, Mrs.Krull's severed fingers and ring were delivered as well as a note stating that if Mr.Krull continued to negotiate with us, she'd die. Such being the case, Mr.Krull discontinued any further negotiations until his wife is found." Arc sound at attention, measuring his father's expressions as he talked.
Insight: 19
Corti beams at Thia's first response,"That's wonderful, Thia I was hoping that you'd say that! And good luck with the meeting, that sounds important."
As Thia tries to get the attention of the bartender, Corti finishes off her drink and fiddles with the tankard it was in.
Corti raises an eyebrow at the mention of the Veiled Valor, "Yes, I mean the workers and me, but I'm afraid that I can't say that I've heard of these Veiled Valor folk. Are they who you're meeting with?"
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Tarian pushed through the teeming throng to order another drink from the barkeep. A coffee, this time. That was just a pretense, though. On her way back toward her original spot—now taken by a pair of half-elves excitedly chatting about the day’s events—Tarian found an open spot next to Milo.
“Seems you’re tonight’s patron, eh? Name’s Tarian.” She offered a hand to the halfling. “Since you seem pretty well established here, you mind filling me in a bit on the town? My employer was looking for something but I’m stumped. Thought maybe a local might know better.”
"On the other side of the screen, it all looks so easy." --Kevin Flynn, Tron (1982)
Out of context, also applicable to Dungeons & Dragons.
“Milo, pleased to make your acquaintance.” As he shakes her outstretched hand. He spins around in the stool a full revolution “Coffee and straight to business, you’re not the kind that knows how to have fun are you? But that’s okay, my sister tried to have fun two years ago, she didn’t like it either. I’d hate to disappoint a nice lady, but I’m no local.... simply wanted a nice meal and some fun. What is it that you’re looking for, who’s your employer?”
“Arc, I sent you to deal with this problem, I don’t care to hear my workers’ life stories, if I did I’d be toiling on the factory floor. Every day the strike continues costs a considerable amount of money. You have two more days until the end of the week, after that the money will simply be deducted from your research allowance. If you can’t see the importance of a motivated work force, you’ll have to learn by waiting for your own projects. We’re done here.”
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Thia would nod. “They are.”
“And you?” Thia’s eyes would light up with intrigue, “Pardon my ignorance...” She’d reach for Corti’s hand to inspect it out of curiosity. With gentle hands she’d want to feel the texture and inspect the structure of her hand, as long as Corti would allow her, if it didn’t make her too uncomfortable. “I’ve never been asked to treat a warforged before.” She’s always been inquisitive about what makes people ‘tick’, she never really had the chance to learn, in detail, what made warforged ‘tick’. “Again, please pardon my inexperience, but...” she’d pause, almost feeling silly, some pink showing on her cheeks, “would traditional medic practices... apply?”
just an unstable unicorn.
Arc holds back the string of words that had begun to boil in his mind, instead slightly bowing his head, both to hide any minute expressions and to appeal to his father's bloated ego. "Father, may I then have access to our network, as you said, we are losing money, so I'm sure it'd reflect well on us if the main family saw us using everything st our disposal to solve this problem. Especially since it seems to be attracting unwanted attention with a warforge in the strikers midst."
Persuasion (if applicable): 4
(......somehow, that makes way to much sense, considering their relationship XD)
Volten’s calm exterior exploded into icy fury. “I said, we’re done here. You want to leave your mark on the world, don’t follow others footsteps. And besides, aren’t warforged your... specialty?” The way every syllable of his last mocking question dropped with cynicism had been a big part of Arc’s decision to work under Tiberius. Part of him was convinced his father never forgave him for his dragon mark, not having one himself despite his best efforts. It was clear to Arc that he wasn’t going to receive any help here. Unfortunately Tiberius very rarely left his study or his workshop, so it was unlikely he’d have information on Sparks. But the news of a warforged as part of the protest today might interest him too...
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Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms
Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms
Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
Arcius stayed bowed for a moment, before speaking again, ".....yes, father. Sorry for wasting your time." And with that, Arc stands and leaves the room. As soon as he closes the door to his father's study, he takes a few steps down the hall before pausing to take a deep breath and calm his nerves and mind. Rage wouldn't help him here, besides, he had been dealing with his father's nasty ego for years now. His blatant feelings towards him were obvious, but that wouldn't change. Once he's calmed down enough, Arcius Soranik Raddeus Cannith, second to his name, makes his way to the one man in his family that he respected. The man who invented the Warforged, Tiberius Aurelius Cannith. If nothing else, he'd be able to give him some guidance, and he'd like to know about the supposed Warforged striker.
“If you think I’m not fun, you should meet my employer. I may as well be looking for an eight-legged unicorn, for the impossible task he’s given me.” Tarian swirled the coffee around in her cup and took a long drink. “I’ll probably have to work through the night on this one.”
Milo’s not a local, hmm? Surprising. Though the barkeep introduced him, so, along with the fact that he’s been throwing money around, there’s three likely possibilities: noble on holiday, traveling merchant just made a big deal, or criminal off a big score. Scratch the noble idea, they wouldn’t be down in the Forge carousing with the riffraff. So, either merchant or criminal.
“I’m sure you wouldn’t treat your employees this way. My employer wants me to find a specific butcher in town. A work associate received a delivery—just dropped off at the apartment stoop either late last night or early this morning, even with the rain—and my employer just has to find a shop capable of making deliveries of unusual meats at unusual times. Made it very clear to me that it’s very urgent. Kept telling me all day that I was ‘wasting time’ not finding this guy.”
Tarian took another sip of coffee. It was as bitter as she was.
“So, Milo, with your connections, you wouldn’t happen to know of a butcher like that, would you?”
With her guesses about his possible profession, Tarian doesn’t trust Milo. She’s careful to read his responses. Wisdom (Insight) 23
"On the other side of the screen, it all looks so easy." --Kevin Flynn, Tron (1982)
Out of context, also applicable to Dungeons & Dragons.
Milo sets his drink down “That’s a very strange set of circumstances, indeed. The sir name is Spudsder, potato farming family. We just had an expansion and started keeping livestock, but haven’t had any trade with the butchers here. I’ve been stuck with tavern food, so you could understand my desire to have a nicer meal than the usual old meat pie.” As he continued his meal.
Persuasion: 11 ; with the phrasing and actual information asked, Milo has been truthful.
So, a merchant, then. That’s something. Maybe I’ll be able to appeal to his better nature.
“That’s real unfortunate. You see, I have this funny feeling that if I can’t find this butcher tonight, someone else is going to get it even worse than I did last night.” Tarian touched the greenish outline of the lingering bruise on her face. “I’ve only seen pictures of her, mind, but she seems like a delicate flower, a real ladylike-type, unlike myself. At this… Spudsder farm, you’ve started raising—“
Tarian quickly scoured the information she already had. “Livestock” and not “cattle.” From the wording it’s probably not cows, or at least, not exclusively. But if you’re in the business of livestock, you’re in it for a profit. So, either meats or dairy. Pigs and goats would be the most likely of the remaining options. Goats would be good for either, and probably easier to handle than pigs for a family of Milo’s stature.
“—goats, I’d guess? Surely you’d have at least looked into a butcher or two here in Duskrock by now. I promise you, I’m not going to be spilling trade secrets to anyone. I just need to find this butcher for my employer before someone gets hurt.”
"On the other side of the screen, it all looks so easy." --Kevin Flynn, Tron (1982)
Out of context, also applicable to Dungeons & Dragons.
“Very astute observations and deductions. For an investigator such as yourself, it must difficult with a case like this. But you have forgotten one of the greatest inventions for my kind.... a ladder.” Milo lets out a big chuckle “it’s cows my dear. But you were right about me trying to find some butchers in the area. That was part of the plan originally. Up until I stumbled into that presentation yesterday, decided to give a speech myself, calmed a sea of angry workers preventing a full on riot, and securing a trade deal to feed the workers..... All in a day’s work.” Milo goes back to swirling his wine and drinking slightly as he stares back at Tarian.
He didn’t flinch, offer to help, or even offer condolences when I said a delicate lady was going to get hurt. He must be used to intentionally putting people in great danger, then. A merchant and a criminal, perhaps? If he doesn’t know the difference between “livestock” and “cattle” when he has only cows, he must not have much interest in either the farm or the new ranch. He might not even know the difference between the two.
If he is part of the criminal element, he might be worried about any official connections I might have, that I might leak to and get him into trouble. Or maybe he’s involved in this and knows exactly what I’m talking about. But what are the odds of that?
“’Investigator’ is kind of a strong word. I’m nothing so fancy as that. I’m not with the town guard or even Broad Street Agency, though I have done a few jobs for those goons. I’m just a freelance gal who does whatever job will pay and keep her mouth shut about it. I don’t investigate or report anyone’s side business—” Tarian returned Milo’s pointed gaze, “—unless it’s specifically part of my job description. And my job description right now is to find an innocent girl before she’s turned into one of your meat pies.” Tarian watched a plate carried by a server over to another table. “Or sausages. In fact, I’d just stay away from meat altogether for the next few days. I certainly will be.”
"On the other side of the screen, it all looks so easy." --Kevin Flynn, Tron (1982)
Out of context, also applicable to Dungeons & Dragons.
Milo puts a sausage on his fork before biting into it. After a moment he wipes his mouth with a cloth. “Lets take a walk.” Milo states as he hops down from the stool and points an open hand towards the door. “You are much more formidable than I, There isn’t a need to worry.”
Getting outside of the tavern, to a safe distance out of earshot of people “I feel there is no use in playing coy. I have been honest with you, I have no interest in the meat trade in Dusk Rock passed my existing contract with Mr. Sparks.” Milo takes a second to lean in and in a more hushed voice “I’m much more interested in my side businesses. I was looking to break into that scene tonight in fact. Item procurement, transportation, and deliveries is my specialty. Never ask what’s inside or for what reason as long as I am paid. I have some time before I am due my pay for my most recent .... delivery. It seems our causes can be mutually benefited if we work together. I do lack the muscle aspect that is required in this line of work and your murky moral compass might be what I need. What’s say you that we work together tonight and if it goes well, we can discuss future arrangements? If you’re looking for a person, I have experience with that as well.” Milo takes out his pipe and lights it to have a smoke
Corti lets Thia take her hand, as it's clear to her that curiosity is what makes Thia 'tick' and she's happy to spread knowledge, but she chuckles somewhat nervously as Thia examines it. "Yes, more or less. Splints work easily, although they usually have to be pretty strong. We do have, er, bodily fluids?" Corti grins and shakes her head slightly, "It's not really blood, but we need it nonetheless, so bandages are also useful. Magical healing and potions work exactly the same on us as they do on everyone else. Stitches are a no-go for certain." She laughs as she says the last part. "I'm afraid I'm not much of a medical expert, but that's just what I've picked up so far."
"You said that you've been asked to treat people? Have you worked in clinics?"
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Corti- Warforged bard of lore (Union!); Jean CamGaret - Half-elven draconic sorcerer (Acjots' Rise of Tiamat); Chretien deMarie - High-elven Cleric of Lliira (Owlbear's Phandalin Adventures)
As Milo lit his pipe, Tarian stifled a smile and laugh that threatened to boil out onto the surface. Rather than laugh, she coughed, “In the Dockland bars they say ’never play Dragon’s Hoard with a halfling.’ I’m starting to understand why.” Tarian thrust out a hand for a handshake and introduced herself again, more formally. “Mister Spudsder, I’m Tarian, Docklands freelancer. I hunt bounties, guard bodies, and practice medicine. I have a variety of skills beyond that. Bodyguard services are two gold per day. If you’re only looking for my services for the evening, it’ll be one gold. Either way, I’ll want half up front. Services outside my specialties run at a premium.”
"On the other side of the screen, it all looks so easy." --Kevin Flynn, Tron (1982)
Out of context, also applicable to Dungeons & Dragons.
Thia would listen to Corti share what she did know, actually feeling relieved to know that if something were to happen, Thia would have the ability to help. “It’s good to know that I can help if the unfortunate were to happen.” She’d nod and pat Corti’s hand before letting it go. “Let’s hope you’ll never require my skills.” She’d smile and wink with a little chuckle.
“Essentially. I apprenticed with our Alchemical and Apothecary guild masters. I assisted with research and rehabilitation of our wounded vets.”
just an unstable unicorn.
Does Milo trust Tarian’s intentions? Insight check : 10
Milo stretches out his hand with a gold coin palmed inside for the handshake. Giving the coin away “This can be the start of a very fruitful relationship for the two of us. Where would you want to start looking? The slums?”
Arc was in luck, as he saw the lights on in the estate’s study, usually serving as a good indication that his uncle Tiberius was present. He needed to bounce some ideas off of Tiberius’ cobsiderable mind. Tarian was an interesting person and sharper than she let on, but too mercenary, not suitable for discussing plans and secrets closer to home. And Volten... his father was difficult to talk to during the best of times, and these were not that. Tiberius he could talk to, Tiberius would understand. But Tiberius also rarely left his study and only to get to his workshop. It started to show at times, since he talked more to himself than to others...
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