Lyxi nods several times during your explanations and answers
All will be done like you said Winter. Your judgement was always sound and I trust your advice. But maybe you should start your journey not befor next week, so that her physical wounds have some time to mend. If you got the time I would like to hear more about the place where she is going to stay, tell me about the mountains, the forests, elves and all that...
Lora will think about your prpoposal of working at the Goblin, she has heard that Saul is a rather shady character, but promises to tell you a decision in two weeks time. Every night you work on Samaraitha's sketch and you think you're slowly getting somewhere. Replacing the dictionary doesn't prove to be a probblem, yet the book seller takes 5 gp for lending you the book.
The entry fee to the Cypherlodge consists of 5000 gp as well as two spell scrolls of a combined spell grade of 4.
...”Kabal my good and trusted friend, I think I have settled upon a solution to that problem. The throp is up in the Claphiaks, a couple of days journey away along a fairly quiet trade road. If the young ladies accept my suggestion, then perhaps I can ensure we only need to journey with them up there as guides and fellow sight seers”Winter gives him a manly and affectionate slap on the shoulder, and goes looking for Lyxi and her sister over breakfast....
So about a week there and back if we dont stay or run into trouble. Sounds good to me.
Kabal will claim the shortsword and look to sell it with the intent of purchasing better armor in the coming weeks.
If you got the time I would like to hear more about the place where she is going to stay, tell me about the mountains, the forests, elves and all that...
”The trading post, well smallish village, lies upon the lesser trade route up into the passes in the Calphiak mountains that hedge in Riddleport"
“Most of the regular folks are a mixed bunch of prospectors, rough farmers, and semi itinerant vagrants and of course the permanent residents are a small handful of my Brothers of Erastil, and they have, or had, the only formal structure – and with the Grace of Erastil, and your Sisters great kindness, it shall be rebuilt.”
“The trading point is neutral ground where Shoanti tribesmen bring raw produce to trade for manufactured goods, the Brothers are trusted by the Shoanti, and as such oversee all trades to ensure fairness. On the even rarer occasion, the elven mountain rangers have been known to lay up for the night and resupply, and to pass stories and news of the fey folk as well as movements of Goblins and worse in the untravelled areas.”
“Along with the oversight of trade, the Priests also freely give of healing and aid to the sick and the injured, as such your sister may learn the arts of healing, along with trade and literacy. Just about everyone has had cause to call upon the Brothers from time to time, the area is remote, so it is otherwise impossible for the miners, trappers, and woodsmen to get aid. The Brothers also help with animal husbandry, and farming advice for the crops grown in the forested areas and plateaus.”
“She will find it strange there are very few women about, but she will be safe. No doubt my ‘Aunt’ Wild Sally, who was a former Riddleport prostitute, will take her under wing and see to her proper guidance on matters of womanly nature. Father Erastus, my guardian and mentor, will see to her moral, physical, and spiritual safety.”
“The long and short of it is this; she will be in good hands and well looked after, and treated as guest and family member. She will learn the value of hard work, and be skilled with a trade of some manner suited to her skill and temper. And when she comes of age she shall be financially secure and well placed for a life of decency.”
Winter waits for all that to sink in, and answers any questions...
”Indeed we should wait a week for her recovery, I will need a few days to arrange delivery of goods to be dispatched to the pass, building materials suitable to the task. I will also be sourcing labourers to help with the rebuilding. Your sister will be travelling in convoy up there, and will be safe.”
***
That afternoon, Winter sends a request for supplies through to Saul’s supplier for the Goblin rebuild. 500gp paid up front for the long list of materials, and 500gp upon the confirmed receipt of the good in full delivered to Father Erastus.
He also lodges the sum of 900 gold in two lots with two separate merchant bankers, the sum held in escrow for the young lady, to be redeemed upon her eighteenth birthday, or next of kin (Lyxi) should she pass away prematurely.
***
With a long list of things done for the day, and work still pending, Winter gets back to writing letters.
Dear Mr Beltias.
I know it has only been a few days since we last met, and I apologise for being otherwise engaged in matters with Mr Croat after a rather large misunderstanding, but I have not forgotten that I have several matter yet to deal with, such as St Casperians.
I would first begin by reminding you firmly that the terms of the deal struck by my colleagues was that in exchange for not dispensing harsh justice (to whit I believe they wished to kill you, which I’d agree was rather pointed) you would not bother the Golden Goblin. I hope that you have been enjoying the sweet crop the bargain yielded, and have considered a new life of righteousness and decency – taken the opportunity to turn over a new leaf, as it were.
Without wishing to bore you or burden you with any more cordial introductions or pleasantries, I would be plain with you now and get to the heart of the matter.
I shall be attending Casperians tomorrow, and I shall be in the company of my friends and allies. We will be looking to hire labourers from amongst the poor, and to give opportunities for proud work that people can take honest enjoyment from. As the initial works are to be performed upon the Goblin, I would remind you most earnestly that to meddle in these affairs would be seen as a break in your oath and bond. As the self styled ‘King’, you would be aware of the value of your word and bond.
To continue the matter further, my allies and I plan on spending a fair amount of time at the Mission, as there are now plenty of coins around to hire workers now that we and Mr Croat have finalised our agreements.
May I make one final, bold suggestion?Leave Casperians, by sunrise tomorrow. I don’t believe it would make for a very useful hiding space for very much longer, and I would spare you the surprise at the change in the place.
An acorn has been planted there, and it shall be a mighty oak before you realise.By Erastils Will,
Winter
... he blows the ink to ensure it is dry, and reaches for a fresh page.
Dear Mr Croat.
Thank you for choosing to do the right thing. The Parables of Erastil remind me always that whilst it may take years to settle a good farm and have reliable crops, it always starts with the planting of a single seed.
I felt some dismay at the sign you always intended for that girl to suffer so badly at the hands of your men, and don’t see why you felt the need to be so mean to someone. I also felt dismay at the lack of communication between us; although I realise that perhaps I expect too much too soon, and perhaps with time you may wish to thank my fellows and I for helping you so freely on this occasion.
I can only ask that you look closely at the charges and hires you make, lest unrest once again visits us all. I can understand the desire to have the biggest dogs in the yard, but it is on you as their owner to ensure they stay upon a firm leash.
By the grace of Erastil.
Winter
Stretching once more and rubbing his eyes... he grabs a fresh sheet...
Dear Mr Clegg Zincher.
It was a pleasure to meet you and take you on a tour of our casino.
I regret that I am only sending you this thank you letter now, and must express my deep apologies for its tardiness. There had been a nasty incident with a Mr Beltias over at St Casperians Mission; unfortunately lives were lost, his men, not ours, before an understanding was made.Once that matter had been resolved there was another nasty miscommunication with Mr Croat over a matter of honour; once again, many men dead, his not ours, before the matter was resolved and compensation was paid to the poor lass.
Now let me impress upon you two points;
Firstly allow me to remark that you seem a decent enough man for one held in such a dubious esteem as to be labelled a criminal identity, and I was happy enough at the demeanour you displayed towards my fellows and I in what I can only presume were trying times.
Secondly, let me point out to you that Mr Croat and Mr Beltias are in a significantly weakened and disadvantaged position at the moment, and that I am aware they are ‘business’ rivals of yours. I would call upon your sense of decency and fair play in not exploiting their precarious positions and divesting yourself of a few rivals. That wouldn’t be fair. It wouldn't be decent to kick them while they were down.
I look forward to our next meeting when the heavens bid it.
By the grace of Erastil.
Winter
With that, Winter begins his shift...
"Tomorrow I shall go to the Casperian Mission to look for workers. I would appreciate some company, as Mr Beltias might take poorly".
Winter utters a silent prayer to Erastil for giving him so many opportunities to do good deeds.
Kabals answer to Winter is brief as he sits at the bar enjoying a tankard of ale and a strange but delicious meal of meat, cheese and vegetables in between two slices of bread that the cooks had come up with...they should be selling this...
You know damned well that Im in friend.
You know damned well that Im in friend.
"I couldn't be more delighted! I just never make presumptions on others behalf, I appreciate your friendship is a growing gift to be nurtured with respect and thanks. I similarly hope Beltias makes the smart decisions and leaves... preferably to somewhere he can make a fresh and honest start"
Youre friendship is appreciated as well Winter. If you couldnt tell I dont tend to make many friends. But the ones I do make can count me in anytime they need me.
The typically gruff man didnt look comfortable tlaking abou tsuch things and was relieved when Winter changed the subject to Beltias.
Bah! You keep looking on the bright side. Wish I could but I dont think that kind of guy will ever change. We'd be doing the world a favor if we ridded it of him.
With growing excitement Lyxi listens to your descriptions
This place sounds like everyone would want to live there. I think trusting in you Winter is the by now best decision I made in my life! I guess Saul does not want all of us to accompany my sister, but one day, I would love to visit that place, maybe you can show it to me and we visit my sister next year?
You give the letters to a messenger who promises to deliver them promptly. But you won't get an answer before tomorrow.
"If you are going to St Casperian's again, I should be there as well."
On the next day you go to St. Casperian's mission and indeed, all thugs have gone!
The cripples and beggars living at the place report that at some time during the night Beltias and his men left like shadows, saying nothing and causing no further harm to anyone.
As Winter announces that he is searching for labourers, most of the men are surprised that he has to come to them in that matter, yet very soon they are elated by the news and even though their labour power is minimal, they all swear to give their best in exchange for the opportunity to live a life of honour and freedom again.
"Well, Bree and Kabal, once again righteousness has carried the day due to your brave actions. I hope you can see here the peace and prosperity that order and compassion can bring. Unfortunately this peace only seems to take root through force of arms, but then again what is a pough if not a blade for wounding the earth enough within which to ensure the seeds from which our fields will grow may take a home?"
Winter stands to address the crowd,
"Good people, I thank you for rallying to my call, I have seen the good work that the missionaries have done here to date, and thank them for their perserveance in the face of such a tremendous task at no doubt a great cost upon themselves."
"I have indeed come looking for labour, some of you would be aware that the Golden Goblin was recently attacked by wayward men working for a Mr Croat. Unfortunately, before they were driven back and Mr Croat recognised his error of judgment, damage was done to the Goblin... and I would see that damage repaired. The work is not that which requires skilled men or artisans, it is cleaning, removing damaged furniture, painting, and other such straightforward tasks.
"I understand the normal rate for a day labourer is one silver per day, and to that end I am placing one hundred silvers down in exchange for the job getting done".
"For those that have a taste for it, and show promise as labourers and potential builders, there is a construction to take place in the Calphiaks, with an opportunity for a dozen of you to gain full paid employment for a period of three months, and likely well beyond. You will be paid the full market rate of five silvers a week, and be provided three square meals a day. Living conditions will be a little rough, and there will be little chance for taverns and gambling and other frivolous fancies, but there will be a chance for honest toil for an honest coin, and no doubt the farriers, miners, and woodsmen would be looking for more goodwilled workers who showed they were keen on an honest and hardworking life".
"For those who would take their destiny with both hands and delviver themselves salvation in this life, come forward, give your name, tell of any skills, and make your mark."
"And where is that fellow with the injured legs? Perhaps such a stalwart man could use a job too - he may have two injured legs, but he still has two good hands, and that is all Erastil asks of from a man... there is much can be done even in his condition"
The weekly Skillchecks:
Diplomacy
Intimidate
Perception
Clearly Winter is stuck in do-gooder mode this week...
Kabal shook his head at Winters rousing words...its like the man is standing on a flaming pulpit everywhere he goes...still; gotta admire a man that can give these men something to live for again besides drink...and theyre out from under that vagrants yoke of fear as well...a good man indeed...
By the gods Winter. We're gonna be escorting a full caravan to yoru mountain abode by the time youre done recruiting these chaps. We'll probably want to bring more of our group to ensure their safety. Saul will just have to understand.
"With a dozen labourers, the injured man, plus the supply caravans going up there should be a rather sizeable body of people, not something that opportunistic muggers and thieves would be keen on tackling. Saul will understand us having a few days off to head up the mountains and back..."
"In the meantime its wenches andale for you my good friend, you have certainly earned the reprieve... I'm sure we will find ourselves swinging steel again before too long"
Bree makes a harrumphing sound when Winter says "wenches and ale". She is keeping her eyes peeled for any familiar faces at St. Casperian's while offering encouraging smiles to those she recognizes from the night we came for Beltias.
Bree makes a harrumphing sound when Winter says "wenches and ale".
When things get a little quieter..."You are offended by wenches? or did you infer that I felt you were not equally entitled to recognition and reward? Either way I would ask your forgiveness, as you too played your equal part in securing this joyous outcome."
The mercenary flashes a big smile at the mention of 'wenches and ale' and doesnt notice Bree's displeasure at the remark so he went on and responded in his typical blunt manner.
Ah! A good drunk and a comely lass to share the sheets with. It has been entirely too long since Ive had that pleasure. Time to swing my other sword. huh, Winter? HaHaHa...hahaha...
...its been entirely too long...all that time on the ship and thats about all those damn sailors would talk about...damn infuriating is what it was...
I reckon we'll have a night or two off while the repairs are being done to the Goblin. Corvax will kill me if I dont bring him along too. Sounds too good to pass up. First round is on me!
Its almost as if his shoulders relax as they make their way back to the Goblin. Almost. The trained soulder is too much a part of him though and he quickly remembers where he is.
Perception -
Bree shakes her head a bit at Winter's questioning and then rolls her eyes at Kabal's display of masculinity. Her body language takes on that typical stance of a woman who is annoyed or angered by the opposite sex. Arms crossed, right hip jutted out, left leg extended with foot tapping slightly. Those who are listening might hear her grumble a tight-lipped, "Men." under her breath.
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Kabal had to take a second to regard Bree standing there as the very epitome of femininity...Gods! With all of these thoughts of wenches and her hip stuck out like that...its got my mind reeling! Shes pretty enough...and those hips!...although that foot tapping makes me think shes upset for some reason...
He shook his head to clear it and got his mind back on the job wondering how much he could get for this shortsword and whether or not he could afford some better armor after selling it.
It's easy to gather enough men for the Goblin and the mountains and sadly you have to realize that with more money and more sites that need construction, you could easily help more of this people...
Especially the old legless warrior is very grateful and swears about a hundred oaths that you are the best ring-giver (which seems to be some Skald title for benefactor) since Bjorn Grimsong.
Everyone does a a rather good job and over the course of the whole week Saul walks through the gambling hall smiling and enjoying the crowded place. The Blot remains where it is, but besides the strange story of Old Scratch and what happened to him, there is nothing spectacular happening in relation to the strange black thing at the zenith.
At the end of the week Saul and Larur call you together and Saul anounces
A splendid week my friends! You did such a good job that I'm able to pay you 25 gp each instead of the normal ten, ha! Now, Winter I heard you were going to leave us for some days to accompany some kind of sideshow?
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Kabal had to take a second to regard Bree standing there as the very epitome of femininity...Gods! With all of these thoughts of wenches and her hip stuck out like that...its got my mind reeling! Shes pretty enough...and those hips!...although that foot tapping makes me think shes upset for some reason...
With that set of weighty accomplishments under his belt Corvax decided that it was high time he took a well deserved holiday. About midday of the 4th of Rova he left the Golden Goblin with just his money pouch on his belt and a dagger up his sleeve. Determined to get his 'leave' started with a bang Corvax headed straight for the horrible dive he'd seen the five thugs flee from the biggun and the skinny man just the day before. A few mugs and a cheerfully shouted insult taken the wrong way and he had his first bar brawl in Riddleport. A pitiful showing if Corvax was being truthful. The man he had insulted had turned out to be more of a dandy than the street tough he appeared and went to the rushes after just one backhander to the face, cringing and begging forgiveness with nothing but a bloodied lip. Stood over the man feeling unaccountably guilty, Corvax did the only thing that seemed right in such in poor situation. Offered the man his hand, sat him down in a booth and proceeded to get blind roaring drunk with him. The dawn found the pair of them sat in a gutter, shouting more than singing the words to 'Chicken on a raft'. Bidding a cheerful farewell to his drinking partner, Corvax stumbled off down the street and into a week of half remembered fights, uncountable drinks, blurred vision, fast new friends and probably a host of new enemies.
He finally reared his ugly head at the Goblin on the fifth day of his mammoth bender. Somehow with out alerting anyone to his return Corvax appeared in his room, closed the door and slumped into his bed. He slept for near a whole day before reappearing. His week had taken its toll, he was pale and haggard, five days of growth adorned his face, five days of sweat his skin and five days of stale beer his clothes. He flinched at the bright light of the sun and the noise of the casino and the smell or even thought of food made him blanch. A shave and a rinse in the alley behind the casino rid him of his beard and stink but it took another day of groaning and little movement before his hangover faded. Finally, on the 11th of Rova Corvax emerged from his room again clad in his scale and with his sword on his hip ready to get back to the work of glaring a casino patrons and well pleased with his week long furlough.
Week 2
Week 2
Bree continues on in her search for her old companions. She feels driven to find them, to know that they are alive after hearing of Luke's illness. As the days pass, Winter's offer to those at the mission plays heavy on her mind. She decides she wants to offer some work to her old companions, if they will take it, as well. Even if she needs to pay them from her own pocket. The idea of giving up her hard earned money to pay someone else to do work on an establishment that isn't her own seems odd to her, but she feels compelled anyway.
Kabal let a belly shaking roar of laughter at the sight of Corvax all dishelvelved returning to the Goblin.
Gods be damned Corvax old friend! And just when I thought you couldnt get any uglier. Hahaha! Oh thanks for the laughs. Clean up and we can catch up on the last week. I definitely want to hear what youve been up to. Although I could probably guess half of it.
Diplomacy -
Intimidate -
Perception -
Needless to say that Kabal makes many blunders in an attempt to be polite to the patrons...who wouldve thought that guy really had a sister with such a reputation?...damn shame at that...He threatens when he should compliment and vice versa but at least he doesnt miss much of whats going on around him.
@ Bree:
As you look through Winter's list you recognize Luke's name among those who have signed up for the job in the mountains, however you didn't hear anything from the others.
@ Corvax:
It was a great week -_-
[/ooc]Waiting for the others before we lapse another week or travel to the mountains.[/ooc]
"Kabal ya should a come wit me. Best damn week I've 'ad for a long time an' I only remember abou' half of it. There was drinkin' an' fightin' an' singin' an' if one blurry eyed memory is ta be believed I managed ta beat a lass a' chess. Chess! I dun even know how ta play chess. Best week a' my life."
After completely missing the first week of work Corvax perhaps tries a little too hard the second week. He always seemed to be in another part of the room when trouble broke out and didn't quite have the way with words of Winter or even the other bouncers. Glaring and standing around looking scary he was quite good at however so he spent a good portion of his week just indiscriminantly glowering at people.
Now, Winter I heard you were going to leave us for some days to accompany some kind of sideshow?
"Just a brief trip up and back. I will not be staying there as there is much to be done in Riddleport, and much yet to be done at the Goblin. The more money I can raise, the more I can help those in need by being able to furnish wages and materials so more may be built to spread the love of Erastil. I thank you for the rise in wage, I am glad that you felt the toil and effort placed into caring for this place was worth rewarding voluntarily"
Diplomacy
Intimidate
Perception
Winter struggles a bit that week, clearly the trip home is weighing on his thoughts, his head a sea of doubt... what if he hasn't done enough? What if he hasn't saved enough souls? What if he'd been earlier to save the girl? He manages to gruffly dismiss these doubts as foolery, but his gruffness means he is a little more frosty and intimidating and not as polite as usual, and the introspection leaves him a bit blind to his surrounds.
With an incredulous look at Corvax -
Chess? Bah! Thers no way Im believing that. Hahaha! Well maybe, since it was a lass.
This last part came with a conspiratorial wink and elbow.
What else did she beat you at, huh?
Hey man look, next week Im taking off into the mountains to help Winter escort some workers and materials to his home town. Youre welcome to come along or hold down the fort here of course.
Since you postponed you journey to the mountains for one week, you stay another week at the Golden Goblin going about your daily work.
But in contrast to the last week, this week certain things happen that you will remember in the future.
On Moonday Samaritha approaches Sebastian and tells him with an elated look on her face
Ha, thanks to your help, I could unravel the mystery of this tiny glyph here she points at one of the millions of signs on the sketch it's the grapheme that is related to the phoneme "Hwot". I will return to the Lodge as soon as possible, tell Saul that I left and won't come back, heh. This breakthrough will enable me to offer some lectures on it that will pay my debts. Oh and since I heard you asked Lora to work here, you won't miss me that much anyway, huh?
On Oathday then at the morning assembly which is normally held by Larur, the dwarven quartermaster does not turn up. At lunch Saul calls you all together and announces
I'm worried my friends, Larur hasn't turned up to work, for the first time since we know each other...I want you to search him, since I told him to check on a local moneylender, Lymas Smeed, and pay some debts I still owe him. So he had a lot...a lot of money with him...you guess what I mean, eh?
Yah I think we get it. Bah! You should be sending some of us as escorts to keep this sh1t from happening. But thats spilt milk. Give us the route he would take and the contact at the other end.
As he listens to Saul's details Kabal will be busy tightening the straps on his armor and checking his weapons.
Bree, we'll need you to be the tour guide. Who else is coming?
You matter of fact guys are just so delightful. Lymas Smeed lives in Broken Coin road, very close to the harbour, a district controlled by Zincher, so don't turn up there like "rulers of Golarion" or something like that, keep a low profile, better for all of us.
Disheartened that she hasn't been able to find anyone else, Bree begins to think the worst. Although it has only been three years or so, she knows quite well how easy it is to die living on the streets of Riddleport. She makes a point to speak to Luke alone, if he shows up to work. He's got to know something about some of them.
When Saul announces that Larur is missing she grimaces. Quietly to herself she mumbles, "Never a dull day."
To Saul, "Was this amount enough to settle your debt completely, with interest?"
Of course what she's really asking is: "Are we worried that the "moneylender" has taken Larur to use against you for a late/underpayment of your "loan" or are we afraid he got mugged in the streets?"
Bree nods to Kabal, and upon hearing that the area is ruled by Zincher she's think the odds are about even that Larur was taken by his men as by the "moneylender".
"Well Samaritha, I am glad I could help. My mind just kinda latches on to things and won't let them go. If I had met you two days earlier, I could have added you to that list." He gives her a shy smile.
"Listen, I will probably see you down there at the Lodge. I have a hunch Sable wants to join and will likely want me to join too, once we have the funds. You said the dues were steep but not too bad right?
He gives her a kiss on the cheek. "I am glad you will do well from this. And glad the Gold Goblin could help you out in a time of need...it has a way of doing that."
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At news of Larur's disappearance. "This town never ceases to amaze me at how it can prey upon its citizenry. Luckily I just freed up some critical mental faculties.." He taps each of his temples rhythmically, "..just what we need to solve this mystery."
@ Sebastian:
Samaritha smiles and says
Not that bad, actually even less bad if you have an advocate. She wiks at you and then leaves the Goblin.
@ Bree:
Lymas Smeed is totally unkown to you, yet the city has many money lenders and none of them is a really big gun, they are mostly controlled by the crime lords.
To your question Saul replies
[b]Nearly the total debt, yet it was quite a lot and even though we make outstanding profits I guess we need two more weeks to get that debt paid completely.
Bree nods her head in acknowledgement.
To Winter, in Elven, "Winter, you sent Clegg one of those letters of yours, didn't you? Well, I think maybe you might want to come along with us before you take your trip back home..."
Lymas Sneed, Lymas Sneed, Lymas Sneed...
Kabal was trying to drill the mans name into his somewhat dense skull but it was thick enough that he didnt even realize he already had it wrong.
How much coin are we talking about Saul? We're gonna have to make sure we at least bring it all back...with Larur of course but you know how these go sometimes.
"I am saddened both that a fine man is missing, and that my salvation convoy is delayed, so I will help find our ally immediately. Clegg seemed like a vaguely reasonable fellow, and I should return him the favour of announcing my presence in his territory as he was decent enough to tell us of his when visiting"
"Off to Cleggs then, as a matter of courtesy"
We're talking about 500 gp and yes, I know how such things can end...
About twenty minutes later you have reached Lymas Smeed's townhouse on Broken Coin Road. The building is crammed in among the surrounding tenements and the whole street looks pretty rundown. You haven't been challenged by any of Zincher's men by now, but you feel the prying eyes of dozens of thugs around you. The front door to Smeed's home is a heavy iron door. A sign above the door reads "Broken Coin Loans - by appointment only"
Winter simply strides up to the front door and knocks authoritively...
An observation slit is opened and you can see two narrowed grey eyes
What?
Does a very unfriendly squeaky voice say.
Kabal stood behind Winter and Bree and kept his eyes peeled on their surroundings. He remembered what Saul had said about not acting like 'the kings of Golarion' so he let Winter do the talking while he kept watch.
Perception -
while you peer around, you suddenly notice a green cloak stuffed into a rain barrel...a cloak like Larur always wore when he left the Goblin...
"Winter Snow, I have come to ask you some questions about a missing person. I would ask that you let me in without quarrel."
Sh1t!...figures...
The sell sword will walk over, pull the cloak from the barrel and then tip it over to see if theres anything else in it.
What? I know you! Tell Saul that what he owes me is gonna double if he ever dares to send his thugs to my home again! And now f#@# off!
The slit is closed violently.
Winter knocks again.
"I am nobody's thug, and I don't appreciate the tone you have taken. I would ask you to kindly open the door and discuss the matter of a missing person. I am not here to discuss debts"
No response anymore.
Winter keeps knocking...and knocking...and knocking.
After about five minutes of knocking Kabal looks as he was close to falling asleep...
Perception to look for blood on the cloak -
Youre wasting your time Winter. We either kick in the door or leave. I dont think this went well for Larur. Look, I found his cloak in this rain barrel. I doubt he wouldve left it the way he used to strut around like a flaming peacock in it.
This wasnt going well at all but it was going just the way he thought it would. And that was saying something for the typically shortsighted man.
What do you want to do? Look around back?