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Paranoid much?
Fine, I don't want the damn thing. It's not worth it.
And I'm sick of trying to patch this frayed quilt of a group together, if that's all I get for it is accusations of falseplay.
You can all sleepyknife eachother over that damned thing; I'm going back to honest alleymugging. You'll all end up dead-ass farmers, like mister chitin armor back there.
To hell with you!

"You mean Me or some fence? I'm not gonna trade for it. The idea is ludicrous. It was meant for me. It will be mine. I don't have to do anything.
I hope you are able to trade it away, but I sincerely doubt it. Fate, being what it is..."

Aso, I am here my friend. Toss the weapon to me and climb on out. We need to get some food and rest.

Holdrus finally sees a weapon that is worth using and wants it!

Schenker approaches, puts his hand on Holdrus' shoulder.

"Holdrus, my friend. Aso. It's.....it's meant for me. I know that now, I don't know how but it's meant for me.
I won't fight you for it, though. It's my misery to take. If you want my misery, then by all means, you're welcome to it.
If you don't believe in fate, then by all means, you're welcome to my fate.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
Aso, climb out. Don't even touch it. I'll climb down and take that sword."

Schenker stays cool. Even when Malaki tries to gank th' guys' badge,....he stays cool. He wants to go down the cistern, check the shiny for traps....no, he stays cool. "I've gone and gotten out of worster situations than all this and whatnot...." Dude bumps the mindmage, meh....I'm cool...dudes start jousting over the shiny down the well....Schenker starts looking around for hidey places. Puts sheathes on knives, tries to innocuously amble over to appear to be a crowd gawker.

Schenker, again, is looking down the fool's well gauging just how the climb will go, and how fast he can make the climb, and perhaps if he needs to jump then how far. Fools well......ship of fools.....hrrmmm....

Hey, do you have the Dragon magazine with the Dark Sun for 3.x? It's got a lot of that in there; I figured out what my puchik was...

"Down th' well my fellowsies? Zuko;....can ye make a burning brand of any kind splintered of plank of this crate? I'm down it then."
Schenker tests the sharpness of this puchik by running it perpendicular to the slashing edge against the tip of his thumb.
"Lovely, lovely goldish bronze.....loverly...."
Going to look up puchik now in Dragan magazines of yore...

Schenker'll have a look in the crate too.

"Degenerate? Huh? Hrrm...I gocher degenerate hanging you....grumble...raggerfragger...." Schenker gets ready to go at blades with whatever lackeys of the vile one come plowing through the gawkers.

"Now, the rats, backed into a corner, show their stuff."

Knives out; what's in the well? How tall's the shortest wall in this alleyway?

What's a fools well?

"I'm scared of them."

"Let's find a cosy spot and break out the presents."

Schenker heads out with the crew.

Schenker slips back into Fredo Corleone mode.

"Us against three?...Hrrmmm....three gangera templars. We gotta indivure to give them over to fighting amonginnem selves. We gotter wound like one set some how's and thus get the other two sets clambering to coup de gracie them. It's gotta be workable, gotter set them up for the V.A. to swoop in and run things properlike.

All there's dead men walk around, bossing normal folks around, ain't proper. Or they're plus unbribeable.
Hrrmmm....hit, I say, knock down hard on the deadsies. Hitting the lifely 2 sets just recruits for the deadsies....The deadsies go down first."

mmmm....Cheez Wiz....

Do they gots macaroni and cheese on Athas?

"Mr. Faindrac, I haven't anything on the agenda. I haven't an agenda. I could help you, or haunt alleys; either one has its risks.
I want to apologize for putting you on the spot there; I wasn't sure if you knew the whole of any of this, so I figured I'd draw any and all ire in a way that would save you face...with your acquaintances or not(?), and gain us all the information we need, to get paid here.
I...did it on the sly of you as well; I see lotsa magic, lotsa big brain stuff. I figured YOUR surprise would help in this matter.
If you trust me still, after all my artfulness, and that any and all of my future artfulness is truly for the benefit of all, then I'm on with you. I'm down for whatever."
Schenker looks around....
"I trust you, even with your crystal you seem to have an ongoing relationship with. Your body lingo, you seem to be conversing with your wife all the time....that's how it strikes me anyway. I don't still trust these people as of yet, but I'll take their clinks and stickers and do a good job for them."
Looks at the group....
"We didn't self destruct, all of us out there. AND we came close to doing so, and still didn't. We all did what we had to do. I feel fate's hands bringing us all into one dogpack here. Or maybe your Iron Maiden, or Zuko, your fire, or whatever.
I'm not one fool enough to twank about defying fate. I run with it."

bow and arrow!!!
Thowing knives!!!

Short Swords!!!! (heh heh....)
Lock picks!!!!

"Well then, Mr. Teldare....now that I have you and Mr. Faindrac in the same room, in front of everybody, I want YOU to tell me what the jig is.
Shh, Mr. Faindrac, if you will be so kind; I allready know what your story is. I want to hear Teldare's."

"Aye. These two jankx ticklers need for replacing, Aso, Holdrus."

"Hey, come on in, before the enemy your mouth made of you, chooses to make problems for all of us."

"What'r'e they doin out there? Silly hatcherlinks."

I'll go in, too.

"hrrmm....he called me a deviant...I don't think he knows what that is."

Yerr lucky, Radik! Exceptin the face.

"Who are you to calling degerate, slig face?"

"So, I take it she's a hotty."

ugh!!!

"So now what's what? And what's not what? Water? Aye, I'm a desert inside."

"I serve my Lady. She does not control me. I go willingly."

"What's she look like?"

"Heh...I'm a brick layer.
Ya see that house? I built that house, brick by brick, wi my own two hands. Ya think they'd call me Schenker the house builder.
Aye, see that bridge? I built that bridge, brick by brick, wi my own two hands. Ya think they'd call me Schenker the bridge builder.
Gods, man! Ya shag one lousy crodlu!!!"

"Allright, here, feller? You're grunting and squeezing that crystal like it killed your dog."

"Sounds good to me, I. Hrmm...I thrive on social upheavule."
puts on a robe; takes an i.d. ceramic; heads for a gate.
"Hrmm....my name, according to this ceramic, is...."

"Uh, Mr. Faindrac, what is actly is it we're up to? Hurr...it sounds good fun is all had and what all, I'd just like to know before I step in it."

"I need no disguise. You speak of exotic. You refer to the insects, birds, and degenerates we have among our number."

Radik's eyes flash angrily. His voice fills with contempt.

"Keep your money. You will need it, half-breed. Slaves do not easily pass gates."

"Let me know when you try the gate, Sparky. I'll sneak in whilst the guards are pummeling you into submission."

By the Great Egg from the First Nest; this is blasphemy! unnatural; SQUAK! Why have we been imprisoned so? <much anger>

"Hrrm.....what came first, the first egg, or the first aaracockra?"

"Food for thought..."

Squack!

"Hrrrmmmm....what she said......"

Double take....

"Who are you, and what have you done with my ship?"

so what two luck contestants get to hold hands with Radik?

Do it.

Schenker scouts gowks drawn in to look at Radik's showy presence. The slightest eensiest slip in concentration from a money belt he's going to yoink it.

okay, skipper!!! ;)

When the mekillot bites
When the janxs stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad

Schenker follows. He falls further and further to the rear, and off to the right side of the group.
He'll look around. He's attracted by shiny things, by jingly sounds, and by smells of either perfume or cooking dainties. He's drawn by shadows, or open windows falling in shadowy areas.

sense motive didn't work. The post disappeared.

Start up convo with the 1/2 elf:
"hrrmmm....a guide would be nice, maybe; where are the women of ill repute? Nudge, wink; and a whaddya think?"

"hrrrrmmm...."