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Khazan moves in between Bart and the inn staff. "I'm not exacly sure what is goin' on here, but I can assure ye there must've been some kinda of misunderstandin'." Persuasion:19 He turns around and adresses the half-elf "Bart, get off the Lord an' explain' tae us why ye run after him and why he was yellin' like that."
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Daffafle jumps slightly as the mention of her name, then quickly recomposes herself. “I’ll start from the beginning good sirs. My friends and I were heading to bed when we heard a terrible scuffle farther down the hall. Concerned for the welfare of the other residents of this lovely establishment, we decided to investigate,” Daffafle pauses, taking another deep breath.
“Upon opening the door, we found the mighty Lord Ramiro locked in a struggle with a dark clothed would-be assassin. Hoping to peacefully defuse the situation, I utilized a charming spell to incapacitate the assassin. And I’m afraid this is where the misunderstanding began,” the halfling sighs.
“Lord Ramiro the wondrous began fleeing the room, certainly as is a natural desire to escape danger. I asked my compatriots to go after Lord Ramiro, and to retrieve him. My goal was to keep the perpetrator and victim, along with witnesses, on hand for when you arrived, noble guards. However, I must have sounded too urgent. After hearing another scuffle, I rushed to the hall, worried more assassins may have been sent after the good Lord Ramiro. Instead I found my companions holding his lordship to the ground, a misinterpreted fulfillment of my request. When I turned around to ensure the original assassin was still under my spell, the room was unfortunately empty,” Daffafle sighs again, looking to the guards. “And you know the rest, for this is when you arrived.”
"Get off me, scum! I will see you are dealt with appropriately," The lord smacks Bart's hand away.
With narrowed eyes the staff leer at halfling and dragonborn, the bouncer type continuing to roll up his sleeves as he does so. "Alright. If you know what's best, you would comply so we can clear up statements while the guard get here."
You're all guided back to Lord Ramiro's room, where he is given the large bed to sit where you are all told to stand and at a distance. One staff member fetches the guard, the other stands by the window after they close it and the bouncer stands by the door.
"Who wants to go first?" The bouncer offers loudly to the room.
But Lord Ramiro's up and speaking quite quickly, "It was horrific! There was enjoying a little... a good time. Then an assassin came in through the window and attacked me! The accomplices of the assailant came charging in once they heard some... foul signal! The assassin had a moment of weakness and I made my attempt to flee, only to be pinned by the half-breeds barbaric technique... Look how I have been treated in your establishment? Do you not think I will spread word? This place will crumble in its own infamy..." He looks over to Bart and gives a dark sneer.
The staff member, now seen clearly, wears a clean bright shirt but loose around the neck and rolled sleeves, with a face looking sharp as his shoes and trousers. He gives a professional apology that isn't lacking sincerity. He does allow for Daffafle to give her piece, with Bart giving help and his explanation of happened downstairs also.
Daffafle's Persuasion (with Bart's Help): 6
The member of staff simply holds your gaze for a long moment, before giving a sharp turn on his heels without a sense of relaxing. "Please, wait here. The guard will be on their way to take you to the guardhouse."
With smug smile, the Lord goes for the door. However, the member of staff firmly holds a hand out, "I am sorry, my Lord. But that includes you to be put under truthful questioning."
The Lord begins spouting nonsense on how this cannot be done, outrageous behaviour. The door is locked, and clearly locked as the heavier set man silently keeps an eye on you all...
“Truthful questioning, thank goodness...” Bart says with an angry flush. Then he starts to pale.
”Oh shit...”
He goes to gather the others close. “Folks, whatever you do, please don’t let this mess blow out of proportion unless this lord ends up looking like a complete ass to anyone with half a brain. I -need- to have a reputation that isn’t anothing less than stellar by the time this is done.”
“I’ve been doing this sort of work so that I can go home with a pack full of gold and a backer. I need someone with the sort of funds to be a patron for my library. If I get a smear campaign by this Lord Ramiro, it’s possible I could be essentially blacklisted and sunk before I ever get the chance to find a patron.” Bart looks a little ill.
“I’d rather eat some crow and get some mud on my face here than ruin all of my opportunities.”
Daffafle nods at Bart’s words, pondering. “What about Edgar? Does he have any sway with the law that he could vouch for our character?”
Daffafle then turns to the watchful lord with a sad smile. “We were coming to save you, but I suppose that’s up to you to believe or not.” She pauses another moment, a plan beginning to take shape.
“Lord Ramiro, how does the system of law work here in your lovely city?” Daffafle asks, sounding genuinely interested. “Is it a matter of courts and lawyers, or more martial law?”
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Wulcrath frowns, feeling sorry for Bart.
"Oh I... I see." Thinking for a moment Wulcrath looks around from where he stands, desperate for something to get them out of this room, if push comes to shove.
"I'd rather eat some crow and 'ave mud on me face " repeats mockingly Khazan "Ye need tae grow a spine. I won't 'ave anyone piss on me head just 'cause they think they can do whatever they want. An' if worse comes to worst, I'll call me hold an' see how this "lord" reacts when some Langktrommi come knockin' at his door."
"What is that, dwarf? Don't think I cannot hear your foul little schemes. Tell me, who are you?! And why did you feel it was your right to meddle in business that is clearly beyond your scope..." Lord Ramiro eyes side glance in your direction, his cool recaptured as he ties the top locks of his dark wavy hair to keep away from his sneering, well-groomed face.
“With all due respect, which may be very little in your case,” Daffafle turns to the sneering lord. “We were trying to come save you. If it wasn’t for our intervention, that assassin might have finished his job. Even you have to see that.”
Lord Ramiro shrugs, neatening himself up as he sits on the bed, "A man of stature knows more than a few ways to deal with such situations. How are you to know I simply took your distraction as a pleasant opportunity?"
“Could have fooled me,” Daffafle says dryly. "H-help... Assass... in." Lucky mocks from its perch on Daffafle’s shoulder. “In any case, why try to drag our names through the mud?” Daffafle asks. “We were attempting to keep the crime scene together, just as the authorities themselves have done,” she gestures around the room.
Wulcrath tilts his head as he ruminates on Ramiro's words, profoundly confused and frankly... astonished.
"Please excuse my rudeness M'lord but... Clearly you can see we were trying to help you? "If we truly wanted you dead... Surely we would have done it by now and been long gone? All 4 of us could have easily overpowered you yet, Here we are." "You realize that, yes?"
Wulcrath says, looking into Ramiro's eyes, a confused frown upon his face.
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Tugging on the sleeves, he simply states, "Well, I think we can all agree it is well established that criminals do not tell the truth."
Wulcrath's Insight: 21
Results:
Wulcrath you see a tempered anger within the man. Through your travels you have heard of stories of fickle nobles exercising their power; raining gifts on people due to minor good act or, the much more common tale, ruining people with all their power to keep their name from being tarnished. This man appears to be very much the latter...
"Hmm, dragonborn? A lot of assuming on your part, is there not? Over-powered me, would you? Long gone, is it? I cannot wait to see how long gone you all get after this eve...?" A smile curls as he pats down creases on his shirt.
The note is taken, and almost like a streak of wind, the figures is off and out the window and melding with the darkness.
"I need you two to come with us quietly and peacefully, now." Seeing Khazan, Wulcrath and Daffafle together in the hallway.
Bart's investigation check: 19
Patting the man down, you find no weapons but a vial of something you're able to pocket with your quick hands without being seen.
The other staff member comes to down to Bart, "Hey! What are you doing with Lord Ramiro, half-elf!"
"Get the scum off me at once!" Lord Ramiro grumbles as he's clearly not fit enough to fight off the struggle.
Daffafle raises her hands non-threateningly, as Lucky shifts nervously on her shoulder.
"Of course," she says, nodding, but looks to her friends for guidance. "This is all a big misunderstanding that I'm sure we can sort out peacefully."
Khazan moves in between Bart and the inn staff.
"I'm not exacly sure what is goin' on here, but I can assure ye there must've been some kinda of misunderstandin'."
Persuasion:19
He turns around and adresses the half-elf
"Bart, get off the Lord an' explain' tae us why ye run after him and why he was yellin' like that."
“I’m not entirely sure, I think Daffafle can probably explain this better.” Bart says a bit lamely
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Daffafle jumps slightly as the mention of her name, then quickly recomposes herself. “I’ll start from the beginning good sirs. My friends and I were heading to bed when we heard a terrible scuffle farther down the hall. Concerned for the welfare of the other residents of this lovely establishment, we decided to investigate,” Daffafle pauses, taking another deep breath.
“Upon opening the door, we found the mighty Lord Ramiro locked in a struggle with a dark clothed would-be assassin. Hoping to peacefully defuse the situation, I utilized a charming spell to incapacitate the assassin. And I’m afraid this is where the misunderstanding began,” the halfling sighs.
“Lord Ramiro the wondrous began fleeing the room, certainly as is a natural desire to escape danger. I asked my compatriots to go after Lord Ramiro, and to retrieve him. My goal was to keep the perpetrator and victim, along with witnesses, on hand for when you arrived, noble guards. However, I must have sounded too urgent. After hearing another scuffle, I rushed to the hall, worried more assassins may have been sent after the good Lord Ramiro. Instead I found my companions holding his lordship to the ground, a misinterpreted fulfillment of my request. When I turned around to ensure the original assassin was still under my spell, the room was unfortunately empty,” Daffafle sighs again, looking to the guards. “And you know the rest, for this is when you arrived.”
deception: 24
“I’m terribly sorry, it seems I was under the impression you were the culprit! Are you alright?” Bart stands up and brushes off the Lord.
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"Get off me, scum! I will see you are dealt with appropriately," The lord smacks Bart's hand away.
With narrowed eyes the staff leer at halfling and dragonborn, the bouncer type continuing to roll up his sleeves as he does so. "Alright. If you know what's best, you would comply so we can clear up statements while the guard get here."
You're all guided back to Lord Ramiro's room, where he is given the large bed to sit where you are all told to stand and at a distance. One staff member fetches the guard, the other stands by the window after they close it and the bouncer stands by the door.
"Who wants to go first?" The bouncer offers loudly to the room.
But Lord Ramiro's up and speaking quite quickly, "It was horrific! There was enjoying a little... a good time. Then an assassin came in through the window and attacked me! The accomplices of the assailant came charging in once they heard some... foul signal! The assassin had a moment of weakness and I made my attempt to flee, only to be pinned by the half-breeds barbaric technique... Look how I have been treated in your establishment? Do you not think I will spread word? This place will crumble in its own infamy..." He looks over to Bart and gives a dark sneer.
The staff member, now seen clearly, wears a clean bright shirt but loose around the neck and rolled sleeves, with a face looking sharp as his shoes and trousers. He gives a professional apology that isn't lacking sincerity. He does allow for Daffafle to give her piece, with Bart giving help and his explanation of happened downstairs also.
Daffafle's Persuasion (with Bart's Help): 6
The member of staff simply holds your gaze for a long moment, before giving a sharp turn on his heels without a sense of relaxing. "Please, wait here. The guard will be on their way to take you to the guardhouse."
With smug smile, the Lord goes for the door. However, the member of staff firmly holds a hand out, "I am sorry, my Lord. But that includes you to be put under truthful questioning."
The Lord begins spouting nonsense on how this cannot be done, outrageous behaviour. The door is locked, and clearly locked as the heavier set man silently keeps an eye on you all...
“Truthful questioning, thank goodness...” Bart says with an angry flush. Then he starts to pale.
”Oh shit...”
He goes to gather the others close. “Folks, whatever you do, please don’t let this mess blow out of proportion unless this lord ends up looking like a complete ass to anyone with half a brain. I -need- to have a reputation that isn’t anothing less than stellar by the time this is done.”
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Wulcrath's face twists in confusion as he hears Bart speak. A single eyebrow raised.
"Huh? Whys that?"
“I’ve been doing this sort of work so that I can go home with a pack full of gold and a backer. I need someone with the sort of funds to be a patron for my library. If I get a smear campaign by this Lord Ramiro, it’s possible I could be essentially blacklisted and sunk before I ever get the chance to find a patron.” Bart looks a little ill.
“I’d rather eat some crow and get some mud on my face here than ruin all of my opportunities.”
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Daffafle nods at Bart’s words, pondering.
“What about Edgar? Does he have any sway with the law that he could vouch for our character?”
Daffafle then turns to the watchful lord with a sad smile. “We were coming to save you, but I suppose that’s up to you to believe or not.” She pauses another moment, a plan beginning to take shape.
“Lord Ramiro, how does the system of law work here in your lovely city?” Daffafle asks, sounding genuinely interested. “Is it a matter of courts and lawyers, or more martial law?”
Wulcrath frowns, feeling sorry for Bart.
"Oh I... I see." Thinking for a moment Wulcrath looks around from where he stands, desperate for something to get them out of this room, if push comes to shove.
Investigation - 7
(Would Edgar be a help?)
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"I'd rather eat some crow and 'ave mud on me face " repeats mockingly Khazan
"Ye need tae grow a spine. I won't 'ave anyone piss on me head just 'cause they think they can do whatever they want. An' if worse comes to worst, I'll call me hold an' see how this "lord" reacts when some Langktrommi come knockin' at his door."
"What is that, dwarf? Don't think I cannot hear your foul little schemes. Tell me, who are you?! And why did you feel it was your right to meddle in business that is clearly beyond your scope..." Lord Ramiro eyes side glance in your direction, his cool recaptured as he ties the top locks of his dark wavy hair to keep away from his sneering, well-groomed face.
“With all due respect, which may be very little in your case,” Daffafle turns to the sneering lord. “We were trying to come save you. If it wasn’t for our intervention, that assassin might have finished his job. Even you have to see that.”
Lord Ramiro shrugs, neatening himself up as he sits on the bed, "A man of stature knows more than a few ways to deal with such situations. How are you to know I simply took your distraction as a pleasant opportunity?"
“Could have fooled me,” Daffafle says dryly.
"H-help... Assass... in." Lucky mocks from its perch on Daffafle’s shoulder.
“In any case, why try to drag our names through the mud?” Daffafle asks. “We were attempting to keep the crime scene together, just as the authorities themselves have done,” she gestures around the room.
Wulcrath tilts his head as he ruminates on Ramiro's words, profoundly confused and frankly... astonished.
"Please excuse my rudeness M'lord but... Clearly you can see we were trying to help you? "If we truly wanted you dead... Surely we would have done it by now and been long gone? All 4 of us could have easily overpowered you yet, Here we are." "You realize that, yes?"
Wulcrath says, looking into Ramiro's eyes, a confused frown upon his face.
Tugging on the sleeves, he simply states, "Well, I think we can all agree it is well established that criminals do not tell the truth."
Wulcrath's Insight: 21
Results:
Wulcrath you see a tempered anger within the man. Through your travels you have heard of stories of fickle nobles exercising their power; raining gifts on people due to minor good act or, the much more common tale, ruining people with all their power to keep their name from being tarnished. This man appears to be very much the latter...
"Hmm, dragonborn? A lot of assuming on your part, is there not? Over-powered me, would you? Long gone, is it? I cannot wait to see how long gone you all get after this eve...?" A smile curls as he pats down creases on his shirt.