"Well helLO there! You wouldn't be the master of the house, that is to say, I mean, the master of the whole CITY, the dashing Rhun, would you?"Polly-as-wealthy-looking-dragonborn-lady says in an extremely refined dragonborn voice, fluttering her illusory eyelashes. (She's ready for this not to be him, and preparing to unspool a story and explanation, but keeping her cards close to her chest until she learns a bit more.)
"Well helLO there! You wouldn't be the master of the house, that is to say, I mean, the master of the whole CITY, the dashing Rhun, would you?"Polly-as-wealthy-looking-dragonborn-lady says in an extremely refined dragonborn voice, fluttering her illusory eyelashes. (She's ready for this not to be him, and preparing to unspool a story and explanation, but keeping her cards close to her chest until she learns a bit more.)
Caya turns to Brightmoon. Taking him aside, in a low voice so not to be heard, she murmurs, "Will the cellar work? We don't want to raise suspicions. Or we could find an inn, that could be cleaner."
Caya walks out with him. Once they are out of earshot, Caya asks, "How clean do you need it to be? An inn might have a desk, or at least locked doors. Or we could go back to the cellar with her." She avoids saying the princess's name. These days, walls have ears.
Caya walks out with him. Once they are out of earshot, Caya asks, "How clean do you need it to be? An inn might have a desk, or at least locked doors. Or we could go back to the cellar with her." She avoids saying the princess's name. These days, walls have ears.
Caya walks out with him. Once they are out of earshot, Caya asks, "How clean do you need it to be? An inn might have a desk, or at least locked doors. Or we could go back to the cellar with her." She avoids saying the princess's name. These days, walls have ears.
"I think the cellar would be the better choice."
Caya nodded. "Let's go, then." She took off walking towards the cellar.
Caya walks out with him. Once they are out of earshot, Caya asks, "How clean do you need it to be? An inn might have a desk, or at least locked doors. Or we could go back to the cellar with her." She avoids saying the princess's name. These days, walls have ears.
"I think the cellar would be the better choice."
Caya nodded. "Let's go, then." She took off walking towards the cellar.
Blackmoon goes with Caya. Once they arrive he asks "Did we decide who was going to get the invite or are we waiting for others return?"
Caya walks out with him. Once they are out of earshot, Caya asks, "How clean do you need it to be? An inn might have a desk, or at least locked doors. Or we could go back to the cellar with her." She avoids saying the princess's name. These days, walls have ears.
"I think the cellar would be the better choice."
Caya nodded. "Let's go, then." She took off walking towards the cellar.
Blackmoon goes with Caya. Once they arrive he asks "Did we decide who was going to get the invite or are we waiting for others return?"
"I believe we are waiting for the others, they should have information on him that would help."
With that, Caya sits down and writes a letter to her parents. It reads:
Dear Mother and Father,
I hope you are doing well. I ask that you provide this Dragonborn with refuge for as long as she wishes, she is a friend of mine and no threat to the clan. Tell little Blue I have a story to tell when I return. It's a good one.
Love,
Cayasinia
She seals the parchment, stamps her signet ring, and hands it to Lirah. "Here. Give this to my clan and they will keep you safe, should you ever wish to. If they ask you what your favorite color is, say blue."
Caya had a sort of code with her parents. In a letter, they would always include something about a color. If it didn't include that, then the other would know it was forged. If it involved another person, they would tell them to say whatever color they had chosen without telling them the full details. It had never failed them before, and Caya was confident it wouldn't fail her now.
"Well, I never!" Polly says, in a fit of pique as the door slams. She storms off in a huff, walking around the building, looking inside windows, not being stealthy at all. She's trying to catch a glimpse of anyone. If she fails at seeing anyone, she storms off, muttering to herself about the rudeness of suitors, until she can turn a few corners, duck into an alley, and change back to the appearance of a normal human villager. (If she does see anyone, she tries to ascertain if they might actualy be the hidden Rhun.)
She'll return to the area with the shops, looking around for anyone from the group. If she sees Mason at the Bubbling Pot, she'll join him.
(OOC: I am not sure who actually joined her on the journey to the house, apologies.)
"Well, I never!" Polly says, in a fit of pique as the door slams. She storms off in a huff, walking around the building, looking inside windows, not being stealthy at all. She's trying to catch a glimpse of anyone. If she fails at seeing anyone, she storms off, muttering to herself about the rudeness of suitors, until she can turn a few corners, duck into an alley, and change back to the appearance of a normal human villager. (If she does see anyone, she tries to ascertain if they might actualy be the hidden Rhun.)
She'll return to the area with the shops, looking around for anyone from the group. If she sees Mason at the Bubbling Pot, she'll join him.
(OOC: I am not sure who actually joined her on the journey to the house, apologies.)
Halfast did and he's looking for a servant's door now.
"Well, I never!" Polly says, in a fit of pique as the door slams. She storms off in a huff, walking around the building, looking inside windows, not being stealthy at all. She's trying to catch a glimpse of anyone. If she fails at seeing anyone, she storms off, muttering to herself about the rudeness of suitors, until she can turn a few corners, duck into an alley, and change back to the appearance of a normal human villager. (If she does see anyone, she tries to ascertain if they might actualy be the hidden Rhun.)
She'll return to the area with the shops, looking around for anyone from the group. If she sees Mason at the Bubbling Pot, she'll join him.
(OOC: I am not sure who actually joined her on the journey to the house, apologies.)
"Well, I never!" Polly says, in a fit of pique as the door slams. She storms off in a huff, walking around the building, looking inside windows, not being stealthy at all. She's trying to catch a glimpse of anyone. If she fails at seeing anyone, she storms off, muttering to herself about the rudeness of suitors, until she can turn a few corners, duck into an alley, and change back to the appearance of a normal human villager. (If she does see anyone, she tries to ascertain if they might actualy be the hidden Rhun.)
She'll return to the area with the shops, looking around for anyone from the group. If she sees Mason at the Bubbling Pot, she'll join him.
(OOC: I am not sure who actually joined her on the journey to the house, apologies.)
Halfast did and he's looking for a servant's door now.
"Well, I never!" Polly says, in a fit of pique as the door slams. She storms off in a huff, walking around the building, looking inside windows, not being stealthy at all. She's trying to catch a glimpse of anyone. If she fails at seeing anyone, she storms off, muttering to herself about the rudeness of suitors, until she can turn a few corners, duck into an alley, and change back to the appearance of a normal human villager. (If she does see anyone, she tries to ascertain if they might actualy be the hidden Rhun.)
She'll return to the area with the shops, looking around for anyone from the group. If she sees Mason at the Bubbling Pot, she'll join him.
(OOC: I am not sure who actually joined her on the journey to the house, apologies.)
"Well, I never!" Polly says, in a fit of pique as the door slams. She storms off in a huff, walking around the building, looking inside windows, not being stealthy at all. She's trying to catch a glimpse of anyone. If she fails at seeing anyone, she storms off, muttering to herself about the rudeness of suitors, until she can turn a few corners, duck into an alley, and change back to the appearance of a normal human villager. (If she does see anyone, she tries to ascertain if they might actualy be the hidden Rhun.)
She'll return to the area with the shops, looking around for anyone from the group. If she sees Mason at the Bubbling Pot, she'll join him.
(OOC: I am not sure who actually joined her on the journey to the house, apologies.)
Halfast did and he's looking for a servant's door now.
You were successfully able to copy the leader's handwriting into an invitation for you and your acquaintances to get into Semun Castle. Looks like enough to fool the guards.
Brightmoon hands over the gold and takes the packages.
"Thank you, is there anywhere for someone to sit where they will not be disturbed with a hard, flat writing surface? he asks the young woman.
"Well helLO there! You wouldn't be the master of the house, that is to say, I mean, the master of the whole CITY, the dashing Rhun, would you?" Polly-as-wealthy-looking-dragonborn-lady says in an extremely refined dragonborn voice, fluttering her illusory eyelashes. (She's ready for this not to be him, and preparing to unspool a story and explanation, but keeping her cards close to her chest until she learns a bit more.)
Mason will take a quick detour over to The Bubbling Pot and walk in to see what might be available. He enters.
Lot's of stuff ...
She gives a light chuckle "In this town? None that I know of. Sounds like your making something illegal."
"Get Lost!" He says, then slams the door shut.
Caya turns to Brightmoon. Taking him aside, in a low voice so not to be heard, she murmurs, "Will the cellar work? We don't want to raise suspicions. Or we could find an inn, that could be cleaner."
After walking across to The Bubbling Pot Mason walks in and looks around inside. He begins to look for the proprietor or the owner.
Lot's of stuff ...
Brightmoon chuckles "Just a letter to my fiancee, slightly embarrassing"
Nods slightly at Caya's suggestion and heads toward door
Caya walks out with him. Once they are out of earshot, Caya asks, "How clean do you need it to be? An inn might have a desk, or at least locked doors. Or we could go back to the cellar with her." She avoids saying the princess's name. These days, walls have ears.
"I think the cellar would be the better choice."
Caya nodded. "Let's go, then." She took off walking towards the cellar.
Blackmoon goes with Caya. Once they arrive he asks "Did we decide who was going to get the invite or are we waiting for others return?"
"I believe we are waiting for the others, they should have information on him that would help."
With that, Caya sits down and writes a letter to her parents. It reads:
Dear Mother and Father,
I hope you are doing well. I ask that you provide this Dragonborn with refuge for as long as she wishes, she is a friend of mine and no threat to the clan. Tell little Blue I have a story to tell when I return. It's a good one.
Love,
Cayasinia
She seals the parchment, stamps her signet ring, and hands it to Lirah. "Here. Give this to my clan and they will keep you safe, should you ever wish to. If they ask you what your favorite color is, say blue."
Caya had a sort of code with her parents. In a letter, they would always include something about a color. If it didn't include that, then the other would know it was forged. If it involved another person, they would tell them to say whatever color they had chosen without telling them the full details. It had never failed them before, and Caya was confident it wouldn't fail her now.
Brightmoon nods and starts to practice the letters and words from the tax document.
"Well, I never!" Polly says, in a fit of pique as the door slams. She storms off in a huff, walking around the building, looking inside windows, not being stealthy at all. She's trying to catch a glimpse of anyone. If she fails at seeing anyone, she storms off, muttering to herself about the rudeness of suitors, until she can turn a few corners, duck into an alley, and change back to the appearance of a normal human villager. (If she does see anyone, she tries to ascertain if they might actualy be the hidden Rhun.)
She'll return to the area with the shops, looking around for anyone from the group. If she sees Mason at the Bubbling Pot, she'll join him.
(OOC: I am not sure who actually joined her on the journey to the house, apologies.)
Halfast did and he's looking for a servant's door now.
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
Both of you make a perception check
Make a Deception check
Perception: 17
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
Working on forging, deception check: 17
You were successfully able to copy the leader's handwriting into an invitation for you and your acquaintances to get into Semun Castle. Looks like enough to fool the guards.
Polly perception: 16