Cireladwen and her void-black eyes are at a loss with Sorrin. She splutters a little, and then begins to pace. If it were up to her, and she a stealthier sort, she would go and shadow Garreg for a day before passing any judgements. However, stealthy... she was not exceptionally such.
"You mentioned Garreg... traffics in whores?" she asks rather stupidly.
Sorrin smiles, she may have heard him. Yes, but there is the more urgent matter of a dwarf carrying what looks like a body or side of beef... And, the probability that those inside are directly or indirectly responsible for disappearing priests.
It is in my nature to act, but trust is needed. Can I trust you, Cireladwen?
Carla step up, "Hey...yer th't guy wit my brother." She begins to rock back and forth, nervously and a bit ashamed.
Name's Sorrin. But yes, I'm that guy that was speaking with Roland.
You've nothing to be ashamed of, speak your mind.
Sorrin keeps his eyes on the dwarven figure down the alley, if it's still visible.
"It's w'rk, pays my way. whatcha outh're for." Her troxy drawl lingers. She seems to finally notice the fog coming out from the front door. 'Y'all burning 'em out of there is that smoke?"
Commandant said he wanted Garreg for questioning. Dragoons in there don't seem to care... You know why?
They taking orders from someone else?
She chuckles, "Bastard's as corrupt as the three in there. My broth'rs too naive t'believe. Ev'ry one's on the take." She scoff's, "Those three work fer Garreg on the side, run his protection, keep his business running without too much hastle. soemtime's some smaller fish are caught fer show." She looks to the door and then back to Sorrin. "they may be corrupt but they are the law...death wish if y'kill 'em, but if you do you need to dump 'em in the vat of acid...no evidence."
She sighs, "You want me t' get Garreg out 'ere?"
"If you can think of a way to do so that would leave the dragoons inside."
She unlaces the top of her blouse, "Yeah, I can come up with a way."
Are we checking the dwarf... in the... alley with the... body?
"Why don't you just tell us Sorrin. After that lecture obviously we can't make the right choices."
"Sorrin can handle it. He doesn't seem to care about collateral damage and its only one dwarf. When Garreg comes out I can hold him and Torgue can overpower him." She then turns to Carla. "Thank you for your assistance. If you need some in return we would be more than happy to help. Sorrin might have a job that doesn't involve any more unlacing."
I can't see in the dark, dwarves can... Can any of us, see in the dark?
Didn't I see you with a snake?. Sorrin looks to Embrianna.
"Oh for goodness sakes. I'll go, I can see in the dark and I can make sure no one will recognize me later. I'm sure that everyone who meets Sorrin remembers him."
As she speaks, the normaly ghostly pale Bri becomes dusky skinned, her ebon hair lightens slightly to dark brown to match the color of both her eyes and her ears are now slightly pointed. Most surprising of all the she seem to have turned into a male.
So Chell you notice there is cool breeze blowing the fog out of the open door and windows that should concern you a bit...a potential spellcaster inside. Carla slips inside the tavern.
Sorrin hesitates a bit about venturing off in the dark without night vision, the evening moon is shining and there is plenty of light for anyone with lowlight vision.
A little further back on the property you see an outbuilding that is puffing smoking from a chimney. The building looks well back and you suspect that it is his distillery. You do not see the dwarf but you gather he walked form the cellar to the outbuilding.
Sorrin follows Bri a bit, giving her room, while keeping her in sight .
Torgue, Chell, and Cireladwen prepare for Garreg. A few minutes pass and he hasn't shuffled out yet. There's quite a bit of laughing and hooting coming from inside. More time passes.
Bri and Sorrin are not back yet...when you hear giggles from a girl, "Garreg you've all hands, hun, I've plenty of sug'r fer you. Oh..Henrix, ya gonna join th' fun with us...a little threesome." The signal should be clear for the ambush.
Torgue adopts a clever disguise of a drunk in the trash. Something he has often done before.
Sorrin tries to wave Embrianna back...
Bri tries to gently and quietly open the door just enough to peek into the entryway.
Sorrin closes the distance between himself and the would-be scout as he draws his blade.
Bri you pry the cellar door open and there are stone stairs leading down, it's dark but your darkvision has not issue seeing the black and white.
Sorrin finds a place to hide and wait, outside.
Torgue, chell, and Cire three poeple come stumbling out of the front door. the girl: Carla and the Gaarreg, and one of his hencman. I assume you were semiconcealed around the corner/trees to avoid detection.
You all get a single standard action as your surprise round.
Torgue lurks in a heap, a puddle of ale around his head. He wanted them as far away from the door as possible before he lurched into action.
Torgue continues to feign being the drunk on near the side of the building.
"Move ov'r you sloth." The henchman barks.
the continue to walk towards the side of the building. On thing you do notice is there are no windows on this side of the building.
Growing more uncomfortable in the dark, Sorrin reaches for a sunrod. He does not light it, however.
Bri tries to listen for the sounds of anyone in the cellar.
Bri doesn't see anyone or hear anyone coming form the cellar, so she proceeds down inside. The hint of acid lingers. As she searches the room you notices two things: on one wall is a well hidden passage and the the other items is one of the empty barrels has false bottom.
Astri a man with a nasty looking dog comes into the bar at last call. "gimma a a fric'n room you sleazy wench." His temper is a foul as his dog's growl. He is wearing twin short swords, chainmail, and is smoking a Tulita cigar. Attached to his bandoleer are three scalps. He also has a rapier with a familiar looking hilt.
The bartender nods, clearly she recognizes this man and slides him a key down the bar along with a large tankard. Others within the bar avoid him or act like they are asleep on the floor.
*Hyrggghh Ohkkiess. Torgue shuffles so he is between the two and the possible escape route. (about A,2)
Sorrin lights the sunrod and joins Bri. At this distance from the cellar door, it should not alert anyone outside.
Sorry about the light. See something? If we get locked in, we're... Well, not in a good situation.
Astrianna eyes the rough-looking man. She is unarmored and unarmed expect for a dagger on her boot, given she was just relaxing in the tavern. Certainly not someone she wants to pick a fight with, judging by the scalps. The rapier hilt looked so familiar...