"Wa wait." He looks square at Blair. "Can you get a seal?"

Placing his drink back on the table Parker again swipes his hand along Blairs back

Sleight of hand 15

Blair winks at Dart. "With a few modifications and a little luck, I could 'work my magic'." She'd quote Parker.

Perception: 3

"But then the question should be," Simply feeling a gentle brush against her back, purring like a distracted kitten, she'd glance over her shoulder to the half-elf who made the original promise before looking back to Dart. "What's in it for me?"

Parker looks at Dart

While making eye contact with Parker I reply to Blair, “I suppose helping the people of Borogrod isn’t enough...?”

Nothing for trade huh? Blair would lean back in to meet Dart's stare. "Darling, I was helping them with or without the seal." She'd then squeeze Parker's thigh. "I was just offering a solution to a promise." She'd sigh and sit back with almost a disappointed, but still playful pout. "Pitty." The red head would gently slap Parkers thigh as she'd push off to go stand up to leave unless enticed to stay a little longer.

"We could all meet at my shop, u u use it as a sort of s s safehouse, inside the walls   Parker is looking directly at Blair saying this  then mouths please

You all get up and follow Blair's lead, since you need to get back to the city for your final preparations anyways. YOu wonder how it is possible that Blair keeps up her seductive tendencies even while walking alongside you, and Parker is stammering a few more times before you reach the city gates about a quarter of an hour later. Dart is quick at hand with the six copper for entry, and once showing Blair Parker's notary, she bids her goodbyes, with the promise to get back there shortly before heading down to the docks to meet Magnus.

Parkker and Dart, what are you going to do with your remaining four and a half hours until the meeting time?

Earlier Parker:

Bar offer:
Blair’s head would turn to meet Parker’s gaze. There was a flicker in her eyes, perhaps even a waver in her confident smirk. Her gaze was still intense, but for a different reason. It was only brief though, for she would return to her same sultry stare. She was more than content to familiarize herself where Parker works. 

Leaving for work

The red head would grab Parker by the shirt to tug herself close to him to bid her fair well, her lips close to his, “You made preparing for work easy today.” She’d purr, plucking at his chest one more time before spinning on her heel and skipping off. 

Parker stares dumbfounded for a bit then goes into his shop, checking his inventory for what may be needed for tonight

“Where is work for you? Or rather a better question, what do you do for work?” I inquire of Blair before she departs the area outside of Parker’s shop. 

After the conversation with Blair concludes I will make my way down to the docks and check in with Billy/Joe and inform them of the change in schedule. Keeping my eyes open for any opportunities that may arise to fill my coin purse and ears open for opportunities to make things more difficult for the Fist. 

With Dart calling out as she strides away with a pep in her step, Blair would nonchalantly hook her thumbs behind her hips in the waist of her pants. “A personal assistant.” She’d drum her fingers against her backside before looking over her shoulder to the boys as they watch her sway away. Her smile unwavering to them before looking back ahead. She’d begin humming softly to herself as she’d continue on her path.

Blair would slide her thumb around her right hip then dip a another finger into the front of her pants, and from the inside of her hip she’d slip out a pen. She’d hold it out, twirl it between her fingers, rolling it from her forefinger to her pinky and back. She’d look at it with a smirk, as if inspecting a new prize. The pen is black and silver with a precise tip. It looks as though it had a feather at one point and the remainder looks like its been chewed a little. “Do we got ourselves a lover and a biter?” She’d coo softly to herself before chuckling. She’d twirl the pen one last time then returns it to where she pulled it from.

As you make your way down to the harbour, you overhear some Watch members talking about the stand-off around insight park, and the Fist apparently ordering reinforcements down there. As you try to get closer to hear more though, one of the guards turns in your direction and you quickly carry on so as not to arouse any suspicion. 

Passing a few wealthier looking merchants, you attempt to lift the purse of one of them, as you stumble into him. As your hands find his purse though, you realise that it is secured with a string around his belt, and without a knife and with the moment passed, you apologise before continuing on your way, silently cursing your luck. 

Bill is happy for you to take the evening shift again, and stays on his post for longer.

With that taken care of, where does Dart head next, now that the city is wrapped in darkness?

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Parker humming and rummaging through everything

"If this is going to be a safehouse must prepare"

 Going.to the celler he goes to a pair of barrels. One appears filled with water and the other sealed. It slides forward. He swings it open so he can fit and clambers down the ladder to his sanctuary as it were entering a small chamber.  Going to a chest he decides what equipment he might need for the night.  The process taking longer than it should due to his mind returning again and again to that mark.

It was well past that time she check in. Sure enough, the moment Blair strut through those doors she got those prying blue eyes. Bea.

There Bea stood, beautiful, tall, sunkissed skin, all cinched up in her favourite corset that accentuated her curves and brought much attention to her busty chest. She'd bring her hand to her hip as she'd watch Blair step in with a little extra bounce to her steps. "Fashionably late again Darlin'." The blonde would tease.

"Just in time." Blair would wink as she'd approach Bea without slowing. "Honey, I'm home!" Upon reaching the blonde, she'd reach up to her face and give her a quick but affectionate kiss before trying to continue her way by. Blair did have prepare.

Although pleasantly surprised by Blair's change in enthusiasm today, Bea wasn't going to let her get off so easily. She'd tisk playfully before she'd skillfully reach out, taking the redhead's hand. Like a dance, she'd use Blair's momentum against her, tugging her back, twirling her into an embrace from behind. "Buzzin' off again so soon?" Bea would speak softly into her ear as her hands would feel her waist and inner thigh. "You haven't been this ready for a client without my help in a long time." The corner of her lips that held a strategically placed birthmark would pull into a smirk. She'd pluck a pen from the now blushing and giddy rogue's waistband. Intrigued, "What did you find my little worker bee… No coin today?" Blair rarely ever came back in a playful mood, let alone when she was 'skunked'.

Bea smelled like warm vanilla and honey. Being enveloped in her warmth and scent, it didn't take long for her to give in. Blair never fought against her mentors attention and welcomed the play. Bea read her like a book. She'd get the information out of her one way or another. That's what she was best at. Through pink cheeks Blair would drop hints on her target client for the night. "I'm hoping for a strong Flame, perhaps burst this spark into a Blaze." In her distraction from the blonde's touch, Blair hadn't noticed that she had pickpocketed 'her pen' right away. She'd stifle a wimper, not wanting to lose it, "I want that back!" and from Bea's relentless teasing. "I gave the coin back…" She'd confess.

Bea would nod in professional understanding to Blair's client request. "Sounds steamy." She'd buzz in her ear, twirling the pen between her fingers. "More on this 'spark' later, hun." Then with a gentle but firm push, Bea would untwirl Blair from her embrace, "Now go get those leathers on." And with a hearty smack on the ass, Blair was excitedly sent on her way to get ready.

"As you wish." She'd smirk. My queen.

After getting the hideaway ready Parker returns to the cella and restores the barrels to their proper positions.  Then grabbing some potatoes from the stores (in case he is observed leaving the cellar) he then returns to the main floor. Locks the door after entering and goes to write up some more checklists for the ruse.  But...patting his pockets

"Now where did that pen go. I could have sworn i had it when we met with Magnus"

Beyond the combination lobby and common room, the Blushing Mermaid is a confusing maze of wings and oddly interconnected floors, hiding dozens of small and shabby rooms and at least four levels of cellars. Few people bother to sleep at the Mermaid, due in part to its operators’ loud pronouncement that they aren’t responsible for any losses, including those of life and limb. Instead, its plethora of back rooms and antechambers act as private chambers for the working girls and de facto offices for the menagerie of shady characters who spend their days drinking here. Ostensibly retired sailors, the bar’s regulars are in fact contacts for a variety of unsavory organizations, from smugglers and bandits to fences, drug dealers, and panderers. The prostitutes really act more like a cover for the establishment, turning it's shady character into a cover of sorts. Although it had a reputation mostly for its terrible reputation, that allowed the Blushing Mermaid to offer services that other, more refined establishments might find more difficult to serve. And thanks to their menu, the clientele was loyal, and varied, something that definitely helped, if you wanted to get at the juicier secrets of Borogrod's political class.

Blair had another task at hand tonight though. Dressed in her black leathers she had already spotted the Flame by the bar, her companion for the night, but also her mission. Approaching the lady with the cropped sides and the tussle of hair on top, Blair looked at her, down her nose. "Follow me." Setting the tone with a clear command, she turned around, for her plaything to follow into one of the back rooms.

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Murph, as you uncover the packet wrapped in waxy cloth, you're almost beaming with excitement! They had actually managed to get their hands on it! You had seen a prototype of the spies' murmur under development in the Hall of Wonders, but Orren came through and managed to get his hands on the prototype to give to you. Though the enchanted obsidian disk is meant to be used as part of a carried or handheld apparatus, you believe you might be able to modify it into a headgear, to allow communication while you keep your hands free to work. Ah, the possibilities!

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Dart, after making sure that you are responsible for the shift tonight, you make your way towards the Jahaco Trading Company, since you remember the Empress being registered under them. If you were lucky, you might be able to find some plans or other information about the ship. Heading down to the Eastway docks, you find the trading house easily enough, and despite the fact that the sun has set already, you still see a light burning inside the offices. Knocking on the door, a spindly gnome answers the door: "Yes? How may I help you?"

Looking him over, he seems to be worried about something, with dark rings under his eyes and a somewhat frazzled exterior.

“I’ve been tasked with getting an up to date layout of the Empress... though at the moment that seems to matter little. Is something troubling you this evening good gnome?” Taking on an air of concern and trying to convince the gnome of my concern for their issue over my own. 

"Ah, don't say that cursed name! Seriously though, how is a businessman to make a living, when any successful venture is turned against them?! Threaten to take our ship, they did, imagine that! Wait, a layout of the ship... but why? It's the Blaze's now... unless you know something I don't?" The gnome's tone becomes hopeful, desperate to hear some good news.

“I’ve heard rumors of threats and potential acts of violence against the ship.” I begin curious why the Fist threatened to take it and if the same Blaze that was in communication with the slaughterhouse. “I’ve been asked to get the plans to shore up any potential vulnerabilities to the ship, it’s crew, and the cargo on board.”