Male Human(ish) Level 4 RPG Monkey
Pliska sighs, sopping up stew with a crust of bread and wolfing it down, before downing a swallow from her mug and stuffing two more pieces of black bread into her satchel. "Awright then. I don't tout without cash up front, but you paid well for the first trip so I'll ignore that rule this once. Where to?"
She catches the silver coin and makes it disappear after giving it a quick glance. "Name's Pliska. Ye run with a tall, scraggly plant-wizard name o' 'Jon Commoner.'" She snorts. "Cheeky thing ta call yerself when ya can make plants grow and choke the life outta people. 'Commoner.'" She makes a rude noise before continuing. "Anyway, story is that yer pal Jon came inta the Six early this morn, guided by yers truly. Happened to overhear an exchange 'tween him an the mistress o' the house. The missus sent yer pal to warn Ceryl, so he won't take what it is yer carryin' if ya give it to him. Means yer stuck wit' the cursed thing. Jon's waitin' on you ta show, but he don't know nothin' bout any of this. Jus' carried the letter from the missus warnin' Ceryl 'bout it. I asked 'round 'bout it. Seems whatever yer carryin' ta give ta Ceryl is bewitched. Some dark thing what puts a curse on the one that carries it."
"Only two Brightblades in the world: me and my sister. I'm told I've a bigger heart than Marza, but that's not true. She's just got a gruffer exterior. Speaking of which, make sure the bird don't make a mess of the room. She'll have a fit. Rest well." The night passes without incident unless there's anything else you wish to do during your time here.
Master Mancino's face takes on a sad air as he shakes his head. "Alas, no, unless my staff has been lax in informing me. I've passed the description of good Auric's companions to them with orders to notify me should someone matching them enter the establishment. The gnome...Magnus? He would be most easily spotted. Not many of their folk come into Fardusk. The kobolds in the Undercity are not kind to them, and they have sway with the Lower Council, so the gnomish folk tend to avoid...ah, but you aren't here to listen to me ramble on politics. Your friend Auric should return soon and I'll bring any others of your companions to you should they be made known. Meanwhile, sit! I'll have any refreshment you require brought. Consider this your home away from home. My prices are reasonable and I strive to be a gracious host. When Reef rolls his lazy carcass off his cot, I'll check again to be sure none came in late after I retired."