Keselous is greeted by the heavy weights at the door as a regular,He is a typical fence in these parts and while he tends to just traffic goods that others have...appropriated, things are getting risky every where for an honest criminal. So if things are going to get risky, well the profit out to be worth the risk. so if you are going to get wet, you might as well swim. He quietly lets thug one and two know that he is interested in helping in the acquisitions department. and then realizing that thieves cant isn't going to get him far with the dim wits, he says he is here for the job. at that the rush him down the hall and in to meet the other two.
Keselous, doesn't recognize the room, but then he hasn't tried to keep tabs.
Not wanting to interrupt the rather large fellow, he waits for the magic user in question to answer after which he will introduce himself as well.
" Hello Gentlemen, I am Keselous Valentine, I presume we are all here after the same goal?"
A burly human male walks into the room, scanning the roon of threats, appraising all of you in turn. He is wearing scale mail under neath his clothing, and carrying several weapons, and also you see a glint of a symbol of Iomedae hanging around his neck, as he grasps it and mutters a quick incantation.
He doesn't say anything right away, but he acts like he is waiting for more arrivals.
Keselous's smile and easy going attitude falter as they land on the holy symbol of the man before them, it was too often that to clerics and paladin's sought justice versus crime opposed to justice versus the world. He casually streches and paces across the room butting the giant mash between himself and the Cleric of Iomedae, who is obviously waiting on more arrivals. if this was some sort of sting, he was going to be pissed.
Raff comes in shortly after Cole. He scans the room and moves to stand next to his brother. There is a familial resemblance between them, but Raff is tall where his brother is wide. He is unarmored and carries only a dagger.
Cole looks over at his brother with a questioning look in his eyes, and finally speaks, his voice rough and hoarse sounding, Must this be done?"
While doing his best to remain as inconspicuous as possible Keselous very slowly reaches for the handle of his morningstar and readies himself for whatever is coming next. It is hanging from a thin leather cord at his belt and looks to be extremely well crafted. The cloak over his shoulders covers the majority of his actions. a bead of sweat builds on his forehead.
A settling word from Erodel seems to bring him a bit to his senses though he is still hesitant to take his hand to far from his Moringstar.
ah, right. right! Of course we are, I suppose the increased city watch just has me a bit on edge.
"You don't have to be here." Raff is immediately sorry for lashing out at his brother. The tough guy routine still comes naturally to him.
"Though I am glad that you are. And no, we don't have to do this. I hope that this will allow me to continue to grow while earning an honest wage. Of course if you want, I know of a guy who could use guys with our talents." He looks to his brother with a grin.
Cole pays little attention to the elf, his attention remains fixed on his brother. "No thank you, that one makes my skin crawl. This job troubles me though. That item we are transporting...is magical".
after hearing what the ruff and tumble brothers were saying Keselous breathes a heavy sigh of relief and visibly calms.
I think you are right Erodel, in fact I think the world may have just brightened a bit. if in fact the cleric was here to work with them then, they could use that necklace of his to open doors that would normally be closed. excellent.
"That makes it or our erstwhile employer evil? Maybe it just has some sort of defensive measure to help keep it safe."
The tall, lithe figure'd half-elf saunters casually into the reasonably packed room. His expensive clothes cut and tailored to accentuate his duelists frame. The rapier swinging at his hip a masterful built weapon, though the scabbard it rests in is also well made, but plain. There are no fancy baubles to hinder the blade's draw from its sheath.
He smiles a little as he glances around at every one lese standing or seated.
"Greetings, well met." He gives a slight, semi-formal half bow. "Desvartes..." He says simply in way of introducing himself.
He glances at his comrades, noting their postures and stances,
"...Have I missed something, perhaps?" He asks, a half smile playing upon his features.
Cole looks up at the final arrival, and stares at him for a few seconds, trying to determine something, before he give an ackknowledging nod. Seeing everyone has arrived, he speaks, "I am not here to betray you now, although this job doesn't make me comfortable...at all. I was hired here to simply keep all of you alive." he speaks with a rasping vioce, and then you all notice the scar on his face, running from his right temple down to his throat.
Cole hears the honeyed words, and is put at ease, somewhat.
The tapestry at the far end of the room is pushed aside and your (you assume) employer walks into the room. He is a handsome, aristocratically dressed half-elf, younger than most people would expect the landlord, and crime-lord, of the Globe to be. He surveys the group before going to stand about five feet away from the desk. "Well met," he says, with a smile that can't help but be reassuring. "I'm grateful that you all took your time to answer my advertisement."
At the young lairds introduction Desvartes bows formally,
"Not at all, sir. Bringing of assistance is always a pleasure, and perhaps a boon." Desvartes smiles, almost a grin, as he adds a slight accent to the last word. He stands again, at ease. With legs slightly apart and arms folded casually across his shirt front. Though it could be noted that a hand is within easy reach of his rapier.
Raff stands impassive. If he feels any duplicity from this fellow at all he won't be able to take the job.
Sense Motive
Raff gives a quick glance at his brother.
"We're listening."
"Can you give us descriptions of both John and Ashei? And how will they know we carry the...item in question?"
Desvartes looks from the 'package' to the compass.
"Well, I suggest we head off into town. Check around for some good maps detailing where we're going and get a couple of boxes." He stands straighter and stretches, then bows formally to Kyras Thyl'inn,
"We shall endeavor to the best of our abilities to deliver that which you have entrusted to us, M'lord." Straightening, he looks to his new found traveling companions, an eyebrow arched.
Cole looks at his brother for a moment, and then looks back at Kyras Thyl'inn. Seeing the half elf bow to him, he makes a clumsy bow of his own. "Very well, thank you again for this opportunity."
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"I admit, I am anxious for the mission to be underway," Kyras says. He hands a rolled up map to Desvartes. "That should be sufficient." He puts the package in a pouch that hangs on a cord, and hands it to Erodel, who can almost the feel the magic it exudes. "Do not lose this, and you may want to make use of the wayfinder on your way there." He pushes the "compass" across the table. "You may stay in this house tonight, free of charge. Food and rations for the journey will be supplied for you."
"I thank you for your hospitality. Perhaps you or one of your servants could show us to our quarters for the evening?"
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Desvartes smiles and thanks Kyras, though showing proper respect for the gentleman's' social rank. Perhaps even engaging him in polite conversation until every one retires for the evening.
Cole will stick close to his brother, and make sure he doesn't get too drunk before the evening comes to a close. He tries to avoid conversation as much as possible, as you can see it is painful for Cole to talk too loudly, his throat was damaged when he was a child, Raff will tell you all.
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Keselous stood quietly in the corner as the business was struck, listening more than talking, he was trying to place Kyras.
We shall get, the items to the destination. Thanks. I am going to go find our impatient muscle, he might not be up for talking business, but he looks useful in a tumble.
After the initial meeting, he will go and try to find Mash before he gets too far.