Gregor levels a lifted eyebrow at Nik'o "I recognize your statement has validity, but before we assume the whereabouts of the Field Marshal, it hurts us not to ask them." He turns to one of the guards that informed of the Field Marshal's absence. "Pardon soldier, but is there any word as to where she had gone? Rarely does the Field Marshal just hare off somewhere without someone being told where she can be found in the event of an emergency. Find someone that can give us an answer, I will return shortly with my winter clothing." At this he walks to his quarters at the Citadel and recovers his cold weather uniform, returning to the group promptly. After having stopped by the quartermaster, he rturns with enough uniforms that everyone need make no other stop if the docks be their next destination.
"My apologies if they do not fit snugly, these were all that he had, and I guessed at what size would fit everyone best." he adds as he hands them out. Of them all, it seems as Nik'o got the one that fits best for her frame.
she bows as she thanks, Gregor.
"Thank you for the clothing , Gregor."
she blushes a little at Gregor's thoughtfulness and tries on a cold weather uniform.
"It's a little tight, but it'll do."
"We shall be fine, though yah would be smart tah spend tha winter unner a mountain likes tha dwarves, since tha temperature is tha same years round."
Gregor gives a light bow, "Ladies, if more soldiers wore the uniform as well, then surely our number of recruits would increase." He addresses them both, but clearly faces Nik'o, blushing as she winks.
He straightens, looking around, awaiting word on where the Field Marshal had gone.
"Reminds me o tha time leadin a charge fer some humans, I charged an they was right behind me. I got tah tha enemy an pounded tha beast wit all I had. Tha battle was pitched an raged fer several minutes, once it was done I realized tha humans had all stopped chargin afore they got there. Thas why i donot leads humans."
Donagar continues to drink.....
she replies to Gregor with a slight blush
"Well aren't you the charmer, Gregor-san.
The Women's Winter uniforms you got look good.
Nik'o is a perfect fit for her's winter uniform,
The pants and coat are nice and warm, but for me it's bit tight.
But It's not your fault, I am a little above standard when getting clothing."
after a moment she adds
"Who knows maybe if I model for one of the recruitment posters that are put up, and dressed in uniform you'll get loads of recruits."
she jokingly replies to Donagar
"You won't lead humans, so I guess you'll have no problem leading elves and half-elves."
"We can't give out that information Sergeants, not even to allies of the Field Marshall."
With the cold and the men not answering questions Donagar creates water on the stones beneath their feet, waiting for the water to freeze.....
**whistles innocently***
Sense Motive:
Sgt. Drakus gives the guards a flat, unhappy look. A look that promises to share his unhappiness at his next opportunity. Then he about faces.
"Right then. If you're bound and determined to look for the Field Marshall down by the Docks, we better do it as a unit."
Gregor looks at Nik'o askance, unaware that she was performing an alternate mission on the side, or that with its dire state that he was sent on an escort mission instead of being allowed to assist. He decides that i is worth it to at least assuage the soldier's misgivings.
"It is simple, we are not requesting that you divulge the intents or purposes behind where her travels take her. We are more aptly just trying to garner insight as to where she is headed. The why is of no consequence, so you need not feel as if you have betrayed some confidence."
The guard looks at Nik'o quizzically... "Alright, what information did you need before you return to her? Since you were sent by her you must know where to return."
After giving a startled glance at Nik'o, Sgt. Drakus folds his arms and stares at the guards in an intimidating manner.
"Yeah."
Aid another (Intimidate): Success!
Nik'o gains a +2 to Intimidate.
"Can I jus bang em in tha face a time err to stead o talkin em tah unconsciousness?"
The guard look visibly shaken. "Alright, I'll get the Captain, he knows where she went..."
Well played, Nik'o.
Though I would have preferred it done more diplomatically.
But who can argue about the current results.
Captain Tyrole, one of the most highly decorated officer's in Korvosa, comes sauntering in. "Sergeant Drakus, Sergeant Ward, what brings you here at so late an hour asking after the Field Marshall's location after the attack?"
"Attack yah says, I heard tell was a ship drifted out an back in."
Sgt. Drakus snap salutes the Captain.
"Sir! We was supposed to report to the Marshall when we got in Sir! Don't like to keep her waitin' you understand. Uh... If'n ye don't mind me askin sir, what's all this about an attack? Didn't hear no alarm bells or anythin'."
Mai observes and tries to read the captain
"There was a ship whip came into the harbor that did not yield to hails, so we attacked and sunk it. The Field Marshall went to investigate, she should return before morning, she's coordinating the investigation from the scene."
Nik'o: he knew it but wasn't about to go to the dungeons or be hung for revealing secrets.
Gregor snaps to attention and also salutes the officer when he enters. He gives Sgt. Drakus a disapproving glance when he mentions not hearing the alarm bells. In his own way he tries to support the other Sgt without further falsehoods. "There was word on the streets that a ship had been sunk, and that no further threat was apparent. Was there something else that happened to warrant the Field Marshal's direct attention? Sir, if we are needed elsewhere I stand ready to recieve your orders."
"I agree, lets get going to the docks."
"And with these winter uniforms from Gregor-san, me and Nik'o can pass as guards easily.
Though due to this uniform's tightness, is making me look bigger in certain areas, heck I can't even get the top button(s) of the coat buttoned."
Gregor snaps a salute to the officer "Thank you, Sir. We will away to the scene and try and speak with her there." He turns and follows the ladies out.
As he quickly catches up to the two ladies he adds, "I apologize for my earlier vehemence in our returning to the Citadel. I do not feel I was in the worng, just that I acknowledge that we could have found the Field Marshal had we gone to the docks straightaway. As they say though, hindsight is divinatory. At the very least we are better dressed for the situation, and now know assuredly that she will be there." He looks expectantly, at Nik'o specifically awaiting her response.
"No apology is needed.
There was no way you could have predicted she was at the Docks, unless you were a diviner.
And it was more of a fifty-fifty chance that she was either at the Citadel or the Docks."
Mai then thinks
I'm glad my bodice is covering my whole torso and up to the neck, so the cold wind doesn't chill my upper torso, due to a few buttons that don't want to button up.
And it looks like Nik'o doesn't like the fact that my uniform just fits judging from that glace.
"Anywhar but tha bar!"
OK, so I assume you're heading to the docks to search for the Field Marshall?
Sgt. Drakus is about to reply, then just salutes the Captain and leaves with Gregor.
outside Mai sees it's lightly snowing.
"Hey, it's snowing. I hope it does not impede the investigation."
Mai's face takes on a slightly sorrowful expression as if remembering a tragic event in the past.
It's snowing like on that day mother was killed by Gaedren Lamm
"Notthing is more calmin tha a large mug o ale!"
"So I guess were off tah look around a bit more."
Gregor slips easily back into his authoritative manner while addressing the civilians he comes across, looking primarily for the Field Marshal, but any word on the ship is more than welcome.
almost as soon as the snow falls it melts into the muddy ground, and the snow falling quickly becomes sleet.
Nik'o its the middle of the night, not a lot of people to ask about what happened, and most that you do find are drunk in taverns...
Around the 3rd bell, you find the Field Marshall at the edge of the waterway...
The four guard level their spears as you approach...looking very tense. Though when they see the uniforms you're wearing they lift them to a ready position.
The Field Marshall turns toward you as you approach, she raises an eye brow, and smirks. "Leave it to my brave heroes to find me at an UNDISCLOSED location...good work...did you manage to get the package delivered?"
Mai bows and speaks
"Your package was delivered with no problems, Ms Kroft."
"Kinda figured yah mighten need some assistance, twas jus lucky us runnin intah yah here."
"We heard somting bout a ship....."
"Luck? You're a poor liar dwarf, stick to tavern tales, friend. Needed assistance? I think I can investigate a ship sinking without assistance, I'm not infirmed just yet."
At finding the Field Marshal, Gregor snaps a respectful salute, and a flash of surprise blankets his features when she implies that they questioned her capabilities. "No, Ma'am, no one would dare assume you were unable to perform your duties. We had finished our previous task with aplomb, and heard the warning bells while we were away. We had merely grown curious as to the state of affairs, and wondered merely if you had more work for us to perform?" All the while, Gregor stands at the dutiful position of attention.
"I take back wha I said about luck, I actually wanted tah get mah feet propped in front o tha fire. Is it mah grin tha gives me away when I tells a fib o two?"
Sgt Drakus also stands at attention. Sgt Ward having asked all he was going to ask, he keeps his mouth shut.