I'll be here in the street. I don't want to know what your business is.
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Leapfrogging local establishments with Dasiji/Noa, Kort, Kas, and Broot follow into the Downmarket. The trio finds a bar to belly up to, just off the market square. Eyeing the professional ladies at the bar, Kort stacks a small stack of silver in front of the barkeep, and asks, "Much as I am interested in some of the other items on offer, I'll settle for some wine for the moment, and one each for my friends as well. I'm also looking for some people to go with some names. Do you know where a Chelish nobleman named Krazel might be found? Or perhaps Ardoc - I understand he's recognizable by his solidly constructed bodyguards."
The man wordlessly gives Kort some wine.
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Having failed spectacularly to exercise his self-perceived strength of Charisma, Kort hurries after Noa and Dasiji through the narrower back streets. He hopes to catch up with them at the doors of the... 'professional establishment'. Kort also encourages Broot quietly, "If that is what I think it is... this may be more enjoyable than I'd expected. C'mon!" Looking slightly abashedly at Kas, "Oh, c'mon."
As the approach the door of the brothel, Kort shakes off his unaccustomed embarassment. He rubs his hands together, "If folks are going to be laid out on their backs, this is a much better alternative than the last place. Female companionship is much more motivating than cold dead contacts."
And Kort enters the front door, striding into the establishment as though a long-time, regular customer. Entering the foyer, he casts his gaze around, looking for a cluster of golems.
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Noa spoke to the greeter. Such places always had greeters. Pretty enough, such would be, but more importantly a reader of people. It made no sense to try and bluff, and they had no story they were tryign to sell, anyway...
"Hey. I'm Noa, this is 'Siji, we no' here for usual business. Coul' we tal' to Miss Feathers? Woul' tha' be alrigh'?"
You are graciously lead to a large chamber. The well adorned room is lit by a few lamps, and features a large bed with red, silk sheets, curtains, and some oddly shaped but soft furniture. The theme of feathers is prominently displayed around the room, with a full peacock tail over the bed.
Miss Feathers emerges from behind a curtain. Tall, she is wearing a bright, multicolored dress with feathers interwoven in her long hair.
You are startled when her deep, booming voice greats you with a chuckle. Ha, ha! A group! It has been weeks since I entertained a group! Well, you have come to the right place for pleasures exotic and sensual.
Observing the strong jaw and muscular chest and arms, you quick realize that Miss Feathers is not a Miss at all. He/She walks over to Kort and lays a hand on his shoulder. You look a little tense, young-and-cute one. I know an eastern massage method that is wonderful. Fix you right up.
Business before pleasure, I see. That’s too bad. A particular Ardoc or just any one? You know, I had an Ardoc in here once. Pompous like the rest of the family, clean though. I taught him a thing or two about the ways of men and the world.
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Kort is non-plussed at the... attentions... of Miss Feathers. His face reflects active confusion - though a bit of a hedonist, Kort is not a sophisticate. At the same time, he is just a bit of a hedonist, and Miss Feathers provides a dazzlingly colorful view, and apparent interest and professionalism.
After a momentary internal struggle, Kort metaphorically shrugs, leans in, and puts his arm around Miss Feathers. He murmurs loudly enough to be heard by Noa and the others, "An Ardoc that would clutter up this lovely establishment with mindless moving statues. ಅತಿ ಎಡ."
You’ve narrowed it down to about half the family. You are going to need to be more specific, darlin.
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Mortimer looks at the boldly decorated building and frowns. "I... I think I'll just stay out here with Fasch..." He takes a seat with his back to a nearby building where he can watch the entrance. After the others go in he rifles though his backpack for something to do and finds and old letter and begins to reread it.
No need to be nervous, I’m enjoying myself. (With a grin and a pause.) Yeah, I’ve seen Besel recently, and I know where you can find him. I’m willing to tell you, but it’s going to cost you a kiss and a squeeze.
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Kort swoons histrionically to lean into Miss Feathers. With a hand on his brow (think Bette Davis...), [b]"If called upon, I shall make all sacrifices are needed to slake your needs, Miss Feathers." With his other hand, Kort reaches behind and energetically squeezes, then gooses, Miss Feathers.
'If it's to be play-acting and taking of roles, may as well be in for a penny, in for a pound.'
Oh, Oo! Miss Feathers plants a large wet one on Kort’s lips for several seconds, then lets Kort go and composes herself. Well! Come back and see me anytime you like, cutie.
You were asking about Besel Ardoc. I was drinking in the Augur’s Entrails this morning. They serve some powerful grog there. I overheard Besel talking to the guy who owns the place. Said he’d be back there again tomorrow morning for something. In the mean time if you aren’t busy...
I don't know him particularly, but you can ask around out side.
You all make it out of the brothel with your dignity in tacked, mostly.
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Broot is stricken stiff by an idea he must take advantage of before it's too late. He sticks his head back into the brothel one last time and calls out, "Err Miss Feathers! One last thing if'n I may. Would you might know where the Duskwardens hole up for the evenings? A barracks of sorts mayhaps? I too have an 'friend' in need of lookin in on."
To Broot, Oh, just ask any warden you see. They wanter about the city regularly.
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Broot catches up with the group as they discuss things with each other, meandering down the street.
Hearing Dasiji's suggestion, "Aye, lodging will be necessary as may some drink or 20 to scrub Kort's 'cheekiness' from my mind. I'll join you!"
"AH! 'Scuse me Duskwarden! Might you know of a Garundi amongst yer ranks? Know where I might be able to find 'im?"
Fasch is still around. She shows you where the bar in question is, then shows you around the city a little. At night you crash at the house, and get up early to make it back to the Entrails on time. When you arrive you spy some rather conspicuous golems standing outside the bar.
When you enter you see a finely dressed man who must be Besel. He kinda sticks out. He is eating a breakfast, of sorts, with another portly man.
The portly man gets up and addresses the group in a gruff voice. You look lost, friends. Can I find you a table?
He glances at the finely dressed man near the window he was just talking to. Besel seems a bit taken aback with the large, well armed group looking for him. One of his Iron Golems steps nearer to the window.
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Broot steps up next to Dasiji, looking up to and around the portly man. He nods to their greeter and then leans to the side to better catch Besel eye.
Sir if'n I may, I 'ave 'ere a letter from the Ruby Prince himself. It seeks an Ardoc's hands alone though. Let us also be assured we come in peace seeking answers to the perhaps the same questions.
He reaches inside the breast of his armor and removes a letter.
[occ]Drat! and double drat! Plus assists? Maybe? Did I need a check?[/dice]