Bladedancer
Fighter
Our only line of defense against the return of the thylacine
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Post by Bladedancer on Apr 6, 2009 20:00:43 GMT -8
The SpellswordQuel blows a smokering towards the ceiling of the inn, "The Tower of Heart enclave gives the best jobs," He comments, "At least in my experience. Doesn't heart to associate with them at any rate." "They do well enough for themselves, 'tis truth, though some say they've a taste in work that runs to the unsavory." Something touches her face - bitterness, the insightful might guess, or a private sadness. "I'd say there's enough death in the world without adding to it for money."
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 6, 2009 20:03:43 GMT -8
The glove "Ah, that one, the Tu'ron'o, what has her so saddened, I wonder? and the kid, there has to be a reason for why he's in that state."
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 6, 2009 20:08:39 GMT -8
The SpellswordQuel blows a smokering towards the ceiling of the inn, "The Tower of Heart enclave gives the best jobs," He comments, "At least in my experience. Doesn't heart to associate with them at any rate." "They do well enough for themselves, 'tis truth, though some say they've a taste in work that runs to the unsavory." Something touches her face - bitterness, the insightful might guess, or a private sadness. "I'd say there's enough death in the world without adding to it for money." Quel's expression hardens slightly, "Got to get paid somehow. . . but the Heart doesn't hire out knifemen last I checked." He ashes the stub of his cigar as his teeth start to clatter slightly, as if chilled, "The work I've done for them's honest." The Scalechanger"Thad?" The rat muses as he examines the tu'ro'no woman, I don't thee it. . ."
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Bladedancer
Fighter
Our only line of defense against the return of the thylacine
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Post by Bladedancer on Apr 6, 2009 20:19:51 GMT -8
Elia studies him with those piercing gray eyes, then curves a delicate smile. "It's nice to hear that the world can surprise us for the better now and then."
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 6, 2009 20:26:42 GMT -8
The Glove "Maybe I'm just seeing things then. But then again, their are some consummate actors in this world of ours."
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 6, 2009 20:31:00 GMT -8
The Spellsword
Quel's crystal blue eyes lock with the tu'ro'no woman's, "I'm interested to know what would make you doubt them," He says as he pulls another cigar from his coat, striking a tindertwig to light it as he clenches his jaw to stop his teeth from chattering, "Compared to some of the regulars at the Broken Drum, they're saints."
The Scalechanger
The rat says nothing as it finishes its meaty snack. It lets out a slight squeak and scurries off the cloaked man's table, heading for the inn's pantry. . .
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Bladedancer
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Our only line of defense against the return of the thylacine
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Post by Bladedancer on Apr 6, 2009 20:39:30 GMT -8
"There's truth in that." She flicks her fingers very delicately against the cover of the account book. "Of course, you notice I don't take my meals there, either."
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 6, 2009 20:45:03 GMT -8
The Spellsword
Quel's fingers twitch slightly then still as he takes the first drag off his new cigar, breaking gaze with the tu'ro'no woman as he exhales. "Yet you know what inn sellswords frequent, which tells me you're more than just an accountant," He smiles to the woman as he tugs his greatcoat tighter about him as if for warmth, "Am I right?"
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 6, 2009 20:45:33 GMT -8
The Glove Upon seeing his dining companion scurrying off, the cloaked figure stands up, and grabbing his sword, exits the inn, disappearing into the night.
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Bladedancer
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Post by Bladedancer on Apr 6, 2009 20:50:25 GMT -8
The SpellswordQuel's fingers twitch slightly then still as he takes the first drag off his new cigar, breaking gaze with the tu'ro'no woman as he exhales. "Yet you know what inn sellswords frequent, which tells me you're more than just an accountant," He smiles to the woman as he tugs his greatcoat tighter about him as if for warmth, "Am I right?" She waves her hand slightly, her lips quirked in a wry little smile. "Just an accountant and a reader of history, for the moment. As long as I can, at least."
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 6, 2009 20:58:14 GMT -8
The Spellsword
Quel shrugs as he pulls a tarnished gold-hilted sword from under his table and stands, "At any rate, its later than decent people should be out. . . if you don't have a room here, I could walk you home," He offers, "Not many in the city will attack an armed man for the coin in his pockets."
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Bladedancer
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Post by Bladedancer on Apr 6, 2009 21:05:41 GMT -8
"Get the lad home." She rises to her feet gracefully, collecting her account book with that same smile on her lips. "I'll be quite all right."
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 6, 2009 21:08:55 GMT -8
The Spellsword
Quel smiles back as if saying I don't buy that 'just an accountant' rubbish. "As you wish. So, Zeik was it? Where do you stay?"
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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 6, 2009 21:20:43 GMT -8
The Azure Minstrel
As the others converse, the Azure Minstrel has struck up a conversation with a Spellknight who has entered, talking with him mostly quietly, until something seems to catch the bard's interest, upon which point he speaks loudly enough for all present to hear. "Kidnappings?"
The Spellknight gestures, trying to quiet him a bit. "Yes, kidnappings. The kobolds who have taken to the sewers have started taking people... until this started, they were mostly harmless, so we turned a blind eye to their presence - too much trouble with refugees and rabble on the streets, and we've not the men to deal with the sewers, the streets, and keeping enough roads outside the walls safe to keep the grain flowing."
The Minstrel shakes his head, still speaking too loudly. "I'd heard tales that the kobolds have found a passage from the sewers, one that even the Guard does not know about, that leads to the old Keep of the Lightbringer's ruins off to the north. There are gnolls out there... you think this has to do with the slave trade between the gnolls and the orcs?"
The Spellknight sighs. "Quiet! Or I'll not share more stories." Yet the Minstrel's tempo and approach to speaking seem to have coaxed the soldier's own voice to loud enough to be heard by any who care enough to listen. "It's likely. The kobolds need food and have access to people who think themselves safe, the gnolls need gold and have food, the orcs need slaves and have gold. It does add up."
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 6, 2009 21:35:20 GMT -8
The Spellsword
Quel glances back toward the minstrel as he stands in the threshold of the Empress' Pride.
"Hm, well there'll be work soon," he mutters as he steps out into the cold night, puffing on his spiced cigar.
The Scalechanger
". . . thewerth. . ."
The hobgoblin bar wench glanced around confused, convinced she'd just heard someone mention something about a shower.
A rat curls up under a bench, watching the Azure Minstrel curiously, a lump of salted fish clutched in its greedy paws.
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