Looking a little disapointed he turns back to the bar keeping downing the first drink he waves down the bar tender for a refill and ask "Another please, have you seen Elder Isow I have some business with him that I would like to talk to him about"
Looking a little disapointed he turns back to the bar keep downing the first drink he waves down the bar tender for a refill and ask "Another please, have you seen Elder Isow I have some business with him that I would like to talk to him about"
" He was here not long ago.....maybe try over in the corner. That group of fisherman were talking to him.", the man pointed over to the far corner where a tightly clumped group of men were arguing fiercely in the shadows.
Wandering over to the fishermen after giving his thanks to the bar keep Jupp pulls a free chair from a table and turn it around to sit on it backwards "Arguing who got the bigest catch today"
Wandering over to the fishermen after giving his thanks to the bar keep Jupp pulls a free chair from a table and turn it around to sit on it backwards "Arguing who got the bigest catch today"
" Not quite.", says Isow looking up and pushing back the straw hat covering his face.
" More of a religious debate, you might say."
The fishermen grumble slightly and move away from the table as Jupp sits.
Mal moves around one side of Jupp while Samnang and Clancy stay near the bar watching the door.
As Uce and Krikoris sat at the bar surrounded by sweaty fishermen and labourers they saw a massive figure enter and look around, a Denawa Uce knew they were called locally, though to Krikoris the individual resembled the old tales of Nun'Yunu'Wi. He seemed to be looking for someone...
Krikoris speaks to his relatively new companion, "So, about this city you're looking for, any ideas of where to go from here?" Turning to see the newcomer, "Ok, that's the biggest person I've ever seen without scales. Is that normal around here?"
He is average height, perhaps a little skinny, his half-elven heritage shows up in his beardless face and slightly pointed ears. His hair and eyes are both a fiery red. His pale skin has faint markings, almost like scales. He wears simple traveling clothes in muted colors and carries a pair of daggers on his belt and a simple crossbow that looks like it's never been used.
Krikoris watches the huge man approach the bar and then head off into a corner to speak with an older man with a scarred face, scanning the giant-kins companions he sees a young local boy, a very small rather shaggy female being and a horned being with aqua-blue skin; a most strange group amongst the mostly human fishermen and workers.
As Mal sits and listens he picks up on other conversations around the room:-
A spirit-beast in the form of a great white crocodile has developed secret cult among the rivermen, and demands sacrifices of struggling young flesh.
The mangroves north of the city have turned stinking and foul, the rumour mill is blaming a foul witch devoted to Rangda.
Pirates are scourging trade, darting out from the coast in outrigger canoes to loot passing djong. Rumours say they have spies in the city advising of rich pickings.
Some of the more affluent families report strange birds are flying out of the jungle and snatching at jewels and ornaments from ears, necks and wrists causing terrible scars.
As Uce and Krikoris sat at the bar surrounded by sweaty fishermen and labourers they saw a massive figure enter and look around, a Denawa Uce knew they were called locally, though to Krikoris the individual resembled the old tales of Nun'Yunu'Wi. He seemed to be looking for someone...
Krikoris speaks to his relatively new companion, "So, about this city you're looking for, any ideas of where to go from here?" Turning to see the newcomer, "Ok, that's the biggest person I've ever seen without scales. Is that normal around here?"
He is average height, perhaps a little skinny, his half-elven heritage shows up in his beardless face and slightly pointed ears. His hair and eyes are both a fiery red. His pale skin has faint markings, almost like scales. He wears simple traveling clothes in muted colors and carries a pair of daggers on his belt and a simple crossbow that looks like it's never been used.
Krikoris watches the huge man approach the bar and then head off into a corner to speak with an older man with a scarred face, scanning the giant-kins companions he sees a young local boy, a very small rather shaggy female being and a horned being with aqua-blue skin; a most strange group amongst the mostly human fishermen and workers.
Krikoris and Uce also overhear a number of interesting conversations:-
The wild-eyed Khmer captain of the Broken Promise is recruiting men for a plundering expedition against a pirate camp near the coast far to the south.
A drunken workman talks of a half-buried shrine exposed by a recent mudslide a day’s travel north into the jungle. He has a small jade serpent-idol he found in the mud, but was driven away by “scaly things”.
Mal stands up, and never one for subtlety, he goes up to Jupp, Samnang, and Clancy. "Esteemed foreign guests, I hate to be rude, but we really should be moving along if we're to find this rich woman you seek. If that doesn't interest you, I can always show you around town a little more, or if you're in the mood for something with a little bit of reward on the investment of your time, there's a witch nearby that could use a stern talking to, or we could go hunting - there's a large crocodile, as white as a cloud, that's rumored to be eating some of the locals. I haven't spoken to any that have been eaten, but I assume they're unhappy at the prospect. What say you?"
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"Sure thing, po - no money means no payment for me, so I'd be happy to help you earn some ingots while you're here. Let me just ask around and see if I can get a starting point for the hunt..." Mal grins, and starts asking the old salts what they know about the crocodile, which rivers seem to have sightings more often, when it was last seen, that sort of thing. He asks everyone at the bar, to include the scaly looking Orang Bunian and his muscled companion.
Mal stands up, and never one for subtlety, he goes up to Jupp, Samnang, and Clancy. "Esteemed foreign guests, I hate to be rude, but we really should be moving along if we're to find this rich woman you seek. If that doesn't interest you, I can always show you around town a little more, or if you're in the mood for something with a little bit of reward on the investment of your time, there's a witch nearby that could use a stern talking to, or we could go hunting - there's a large crocodile, as white as a cloud, that's rumored to be eating some of the locals. I haven't spoken to any that have been eaten, but I assume they're unhappy at the prospect. What say you?"
Isow frowns but says nothing, " Well.....do as you will. Don't leave it too long though...."
" If you need me, I'll be back in my office....hopefully."
"Sure thing, po - no money means no payment for me, so I'd be happy to help you earn some ingots while you're here. Let me just ask around and see if I can get a starting point for the hunt..." Mal grins, and starts asking the old salts what they know about the crocodile, which rivers seem to have sightings more often, when it was last seen, that sort of thing. He asks everyone at the bar, to include the scaly looking Orang Bunian and his muscled companion.
Krikoris listens to the strangers question before shrugging helplessly, "I, uh, I'm not from around here, I don't really know anything about the local wildlife. I suppose we could try and help though, could use a little coin and goodwill, right Uce? Oh, I'm Krikoris by the way."
"Malambing, but you can call me Mal. Pleasure to meet you, po! I'm a guide, a scout, a man who knows how to get things, and I charge reasonable rates per day or per week, whatever your needs may be. I've currently been hired by the Denawa over there," and he points at the huge individual they noticed when they came in, "But I haven't been paid yet, so that means I'm not strictly prohibited from helping out more folk who so very clearly need a little help navigating the local area. I'm your man for that. A silver a day or the discounted rate of a gold per tenday will get you access to my services, I know all of the best rest houses, the most delicious food, and all of the assorted entertainment you could want. Want to meet my friend? His name is Jupp, and he's big around here." Mal takes a second to catch his breath, and grins at Krikoris and Uce.
Krikoris leans back steadily as the man speaks, “No, thank you. I’m not really looking to hire anyone, that would defeat the purpose of needing coin myself. I was just offering to help with this hunt of yours, if you needed it. If not, I’m sure we can find our own way. I’m also aware that your discounted rate isn’t, but nice try. On the other hand, if you needed some extra hands for whatever it is you were hired to do, we might be interested, how much does it pay? And my name is Krikoris, as I said, not sure where you came up with ‘po’.”
Mal looks at him, calculating for a moment. "Oh, don't be offended, sir - 'po' is a local term used to indicate respect. It means about the same as sir or ma'am, and it's just part of how we talk around here. As for paying me, I don't have to be paid up front if the purses are light, but if I'm treated fairly based on the amount of work I do once rewards are earned, we don't have to get into the unpleasantness of figuring out daily rates at this point." Mal turns and motions to Jupp.
"Jupp po, come and meet our new friends! Eager to help with everything from hunting crocodiles to solving grisly murders!"
Looking them each of the two over Jupp makes his way over and nods his head "You certanly make friends quick Mal" Addressing the two newcommers "Are you sure your up for a hunt? Rumor is this thing is violent and I doubt it will wait for us to come to it if we enter its teritory"
At this time Uce, Malambing and Krikoris begin to notice that a few of the Fishermen seem to be listening intently to their words.....especially Jupps, which are perhaps slightly louder than others.
Mal grins. "Everyone's my friend, until they're not. C'mon, I think I have a cousin with a jukung, a small fishing boat, that we can use to head upriver and look for signs of this monster."
Looking a little disapointed he turns back to the bar keeping downing the first drink he waves down the bar tender for a refill and ask "Another please, have you seen Elder Isow I have some business with him that I would like to talk to him about"
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" He was here not long ago.....maybe try over in the corner. That group of fisherman were talking to him.", the man pointed over to the far corner where a tightly clumped group of men were arguing fiercely in the shadows.
Wandering over to the fishermen after giving his thanks to the bar keep Jupp pulls a free chair from a table and turn it around to sit on it backwards "Arguing who got the bigest catch today"
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" Not quite.", says Isow looking up and pushing back the straw hat covering his face.
" More of a religious debate, you might say."
The fishermen grumble slightly and move away from the table as Jupp sits.
Mal moves around one side of Jupp while Samnang and Clancy stay near the bar watching the door.
Krikoris watches the huge man approach the bar and then head off into a corner to speak with an older man with a scarred face, scanning the giant-kins companions he sees a young local boy, a very small rather shaggy female being and a horned being with aqua-blue skin; a most strange group amongst the mostly human fishermen and workers.
As Mal sits and listens he picks up on other conversations around the room:-
A spirit-beast in the form of a great white crocodile has developed secret cult among the rivermen, and demands sacrifices of struggling young flesh.
The mangroves north of the city have turned stinking and foul, the rumour mill is blaming a foul witch devoted to Rangda.
Pirates are scourging trade, darting out from the coast in outrigger canoes to loot passing djong. Rumours say they have spies in the city advising of rich pickings.
Some of the more affluent families report strange birds are flying out of the jungle and snatching at jewels and ornaments from ears, necks and wrists causing terrible scars.
Krikoris and Uce also overhear a number of interesting conversations:-
The wild-eyed Khmer captain of the Broken Promise is recruiting men for a plundering expedition against a pirate camp near the coast far to the south.
A drunken workman talks of a half-buried shrine exposed by a recent mudslide a day’s travel north into the jungle. He has a small jade serpent-idol he found in the mud, but was driven away by “scaly things”.
Mal stands up, and never one for subtlety, he goes up to Jupp, Samnang, and Clancy. "Esteemed foreign guests, I hate to be rude, but we really should be moving along if we're to find this rich woman you seek. If that doesn't interest you, I can always show you around town a little more, or if you're in the mood for something with a little bit of reward on the investment of your time, there's a witch nearby that could use a stern talking to, or we could go hunting - there's a large crocodile, as white as a cloud, that's rumored to be eating some of the locals. I haven't spoken to any that have been eaten, but I assume they're unhappy at the prospect. What say you?"
"I could use a hunting trip, could make some money as this really dosn't seem like were getting anywhere soon"
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"Sure thing, po - no money means no payment for me, so I'd be happy to help you earn some ingots while you're here. Let me just ask around and see if I can get a starting point for the hunt..." Mal grins, and starts asking the old salts what they know about the crocodile, which rivers seem to have sightings more often, when it was last seen, that sort of thing. He asks everyone at the bar, to include the scaly looking Orang Bunian and his muscled companion.
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Isow frowns but says nothing, " Well.....do as you will. Don't leave it too long though...."
" If you need me, I'll be back in my office....hopefully."
Most of the old fishermen seem to want nothing to do with him, mostly ignoring his queries or brushing him off.
He does get a slight impression that some of them know more than they are saying but can't tell more than that.
He eventually approaches the two foreigners...
Krikoris listens to the strangers question before shrugging helplessly, "I, uh, I'm not from around here, I don't really know anything about the local wildlife. I suppose we could try and help though, could use a little coin and goodwill, right Uce? Oh, I'm Krikoris by the way."
"Malambing, but you can call me Mal. Pleasure to meet you, po! I'm a guide, a scout, a man who knows how to get things, and I charge reasonable rates per day or per week, whatever your needs may be. I've currently been hired by the Denawa over there," and he points at the huge individual they noticed when they came in, "But I haven't been paid yet, so that means I'm not strictly prohibited from helping out more folk who so very clearly need a little help navigating the local area. I'm your man for that. A silver a day or the discounted rate of a gold per tenday will get you access to my services, I know all of the best rest houses, the most delicious food, and all of the assorted entertainment you could want. Want to meet my friend? His name is Jupp, and he's big around here." Mal takes a second to catch his breath, and grins at Krikoris and Uce.
Krikoris leans back steadily as the man speaks, “No, thank you. I’m not really looking to hire anyone, that would defeat the purpose of needing coin myself. I was just offering to help with this hunt of yours, if you needed it. If not, I’m sure we can find our own way. I’m also aware that your discounted rate isn’t, but nice try. On the other hand, if you needed some extra hands for whatever it is you were hired to do, we might be interested, how much does it pay? And my name is Krikoris, as I said, not sure where you came up with ‘po’.”
Mal looks at him, calculating for a moment. "Oh, don't be offended, sir - 'po' is a local term used to indicate respect. It means about the same as sir or ma'am, and it's just part of how we talk around here. As for paying me, I don't have to be paid up front if the purses are light, but if I'm treated fairly based on the amount of work I do once rewards are earned, we don't have to get into the unpleasantness of figuring out daily rates at this point." Mal turns and motions to Jupp.
"Jupp po, come and meet our new friends! Eager to help with everything from hunting crocodiles to solving grisly murders!"
Looking them each of the two over Jupp makes his way over and nods his head "You certanly make friends quick Mal" Addressing the two newcommers "Are you sure your up for a hunt? Rumor is this thing is violent and I doubt it will wait for us to come to it if we enter its teritory"
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At this time Uce, Malambing and Krikoris begin to notice that a few of the Fishermen seem to be listening intently to their words.....especially Jupps, which are perhaps slightly louder than others.
Krirkoris smiles, “I suspect I can handle myself fairly well, but I suppose there’s only one way to find out.”
Mal grins. "Everyone's my friend, until they're not. C'mon, I think I have a cousin with a jukung, a small fishing boat, that we can use to head upriver and look for signs of this monster."
"You can fight Mal? Don't want my favote guide to end up dead" As Jupp makes his way to the door
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