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Makarn is a ruby-skinned Tiefling with prominent horns, dark eyes, jet black hair and a neatly trimmed chinstrap beard. His posture exudes a gruffness and sense of urgency. He acts as someone in a hurry, with no interest in niceties or polite conversation. His clothes are black with a white trim. A glimpse can be caught of metal rings under his shirt. At his side sits a plain looking sword in an unadorned scabbard on his belt. Across his chest is a belt worn as a bandolier with a number of knives in small sheathes.
"My only question is 'when do we leave'?" Makarn says in a deep, gravelly tone.
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Soth-Loren waits patiently as the lady speaks, taking a seat as she offers it, and like a proper gentleman, standing when she does. During the briefing, he takes out his journal and takes a few notes. He wears an older style armor with many battle scars upon it. But it's obvious that great care is taken to keep it in good working order despite the rougher appearance. He wears a red tabard indicating he had done some time in the Mendev Crusades, and a small patch hinting at a tour in Lastwall as well. It's also clear that he has thrown in his lot with Andoran's political views from other dress.
"Indeed, milady, a few questions, if I may. How can we be certain that we can trust Nefti in this? Would it not be wiser to instead have the man tell us the location, and allow us to go there and save everyone.
"Do we know who may have kidnapped your man? Or why so? Is it know which relics both your man Cestis and this Nafar where looking into?"
"And finally, you mentioned prior kidnapings. What can you tell us about these? Where the victims ever found or freed? Has there been a ransom? Anything you know might be of importance, milady."
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Serpentfang enters the room and gives the lady an acknowledging nod and proceeds to grab two chairs. He sits in one and props his feet on the other and patiently listens as she speaks, all the while fiddling with his trusty dagger. As she finishes with the orders Serpentfang says "I have a question, Where is this place, and will this mission be dangerous? If so....count me in."
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Makarn strokes his beard in thought, begrudging his advice to the group at large. "Wide scale kidnapping typically suggests slavery. Targeting specific groups speaks to a well-defined application. Why want shipwrights and carpenters? Surely it is to make them build ships. Perhaps the boy wasn't of much use for their purposes. Who would dare to incur the wrath of The Pathfinder Society? You'd need an Army. Or perhaps a Navy. Something to think on." he says, walking toward the exit.
"We should get going, we might have a war to prevent."
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In the back of the room stands a man of Tian decent a friendly smile on his face and his arms crossed over his chest.
He is of average height and wiry of build and wears simple linen clothes and carries not much with him besides a small pouch and what looks like two connected farming tools.
How do you kidnap so many people at once? Was there magic at work in this?
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Shane looked around the group. They were a strange gathering, but that he was used to by now, even though he had only just joined the society, he'd worked with one of theirs for half his life. But it was like they'd gone out of their way on this one. Gripping the hilt of his sword, he looked at the venture captain, then at the tiefling that seemed to think himself in charge. Then he looked at Nefti
"Hey kid. he said smiling. "You look more nervous than a goat round a gaggle of dwarves, there something you need to tell us?"
Shane had once been like Nefti. A little hoodlum straight on his way to the gallows, so he could be understand the boy being nervous, surrounded by all these armed people, but then, he might really be hiding things.
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Makarn strokes his beard in thought, begrudging his advice to the group at large. "Wide scale kidnapping typically suggests slavery. Targeting specific groups speaks to a well-defined application.
Kidnapping for slaves was my belief as well.
"Hey kid. he said smiling. "You look more nervous than a goat round a gaggle of dwarves, there something you need to tell us?"
"Let us not bait the boy, friend. How would you feel should the circumstances be reversed, and it where you being held by the Aspis Consortium? I have heard tales from friends near Bloodcove that where taken for a month, tortured, and then released, and never really recovered, body or mind. But, we have the opportunity, both the Society and young Nefti here, to see that the Pathfinder Society is is not the Aspis Consortium." Turning more to Nefti now, "You will not find that we backstab each other for advantage or gain, here, young Nefti. Pathfinders watch each other's back, no matter how we feel about the person. For now, you are with us, and that means we all will also have your back. You have a chance to walk a different path now, to leave behind the Aspis Consortium, and a walk that will likely end with your murder or slavery to a master much more cruel and cunning. But you do not have to walk that path. You have a choice, and hopefully, once this is all done, and you have seen both sides, hopefully you will be ready to make it."
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After hearing the group Serpentine rises up with excitement, sheathes his dagger and walks to Negri and greets him with a welcoming smile...well as welcoming as a gnome can be."Nefti my boy you're in good hands, i'll die before i'd allow anyone to hurt you. Just keep your end of the deal and I'll keep mine." He then turns to the group."Unknown enemies, mysterious kidnappings, missing officials. Yea...my blood boils with excitement, I'll be waiting outside."
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Perched precariously overhanging the dirty harbor water stands the Inn of the Unlucky Sailor. A fresh coat of white paint glistens on half the inn’s outside walls, and most of the windows are boarded up. The roof leans slightly toward the harbor, as if at any moment the entire thing could come off and slide into the ocean. The dock leading up to the inn is made of rotting wood connected to thick, rank-smelling pilings. Several small rowboats are currently tied up along its length.
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"hmm this looks like a death trap" Serpentfang thoroughly inspects the building.
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