Thrask tips his large, "stylish", blue hat in the direction of Ebran.
Thrask d'Tharashk, your have already met my employee Absylon... I was planning to arrange for a little get-together at one of the Inns in this town a day or so back but certain matters got in my way... Do not worry about concealing relevant information, a mutual "acquaintance" of ours hired me to assist you which I am doing right now.
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"A likely story. You're going to have to be a bit more specific."
A suspicious mind is a healthy one youngster, our mutual "acquaintance" is a fat man who is a drug addict... Never could understand the man's liking for the stuff, if you want to get drunk Malt Whiskey is infinitely superior. I was in my younger years a professional Wandslinger, learned by craft from a Cyran Wandslinger who evaded conscription in the Cyran army and went to hide out in Stormreach.
My life was fairly normal for your "average" Wandslinger, I fought thugs, bandits, thieves, Drow and even a few giants. Meanwhile I was spending almost all the money I acquired to buy new Wands or replenish old ones, get laid by some of the worst and finest prostitutes in Stormreach and drink myself to death which I admit is still one of my favorite hobbies. Then this mark on my neck manifested itself two years ago and the Stormlords contracted me to take out the Kobold Cartel which I did with explosive panache...
After that I busted a ring of Sarlona mindthieves and negotiated on behalf of my House during a particularly bloody feud with House Denieth over contracting rights... Now I sell my services to the highest bidder, that bidder for now is Ressir.
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Xov places his bag in his room, then dons his Sleeves of Many Garments. His clothing transforms into a fine Brelish outfit, with silk gloves and robes.
He waits a few yards behind Ebran, gazing around at the scene, and listening.
That sounds like a lot of stories for a Citadel agent to spin...it sounds truthful though. But...mercenary? I would have thought the Citadel would have better than that.
For now though he was willing to accept that this person was who he said he was. He looked around the rest of the airship, for anything out of the ordinary.
"Hmm, you just seem awfully familiar for a person I just met," Ebran says, looking at the new face. "I'm sure you know I've got my eye on you. We've gotten our share of kooks from this man you say you know. You'll have to prove yourself a sight more useful than your words profess."
With that, Ebran pushes off the rail and briefly glances at the others before turning and walking towards the gangplank. "Where's Danir?" he asks.
Wants useful eh? Lets see what old "Thrask" can get out of this House Social...
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Danir arrives in a stylish courtier's outfit- a sky blue shirt and dark dress pants, high boots of polished leather so shiny you can almost see your reflection in them, and a midnight blue cloak draped over his shoulders. He also wears his signet ring (charged through Spell Storing Item infusion with Shocking Grasp spell- lasts 4 hours or until spell used).
Noting that Ebran was planning on bringing arms with him, Danir decided that in addition to his infused ring he would also wear his dagger to the party, just in case.
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Wants useful eh? Lets see what old "Thrask" can get out of this House Social...
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Danir takes in the people aboard the sky ship with them, paying particular attention to any visible or hidden weapons, and the general motivations/moods of those aboard.
As he watches those around him, Danir pulls Xov and Ebran aside to ask them about the presence of the Orc in their midst.
"No idea. Claims to employ Absylon. He lied to me at least once, did some fast talking without answering my question thereafter. Claims to be working with our mutual contact."
Othan spends most of the trip standing on the deck watching the terrain below. He doesn't go out of his way to interact with people but if approached will engage in conversation.
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It's okay. It was my suggestion that he'd go all out in impersonating being a member of a Dragonmarked house. I figure I'll let him play his game for a while, and then someone will eventually find out.
This is how it happens in the real world. You can fool a lot of people that you are something, or you can do something; but eventually the truth does come out and catches up to you. So, let him play his game as a player. Your character, however, has the right to disbelieve him and to out him.
But if you do it now, no one will believe your character. So let him dig his own pit.
Danir might not be able to prove that Thrask is not a Wandslinger but he can certainly point out that the man's whole history revolves around a blatant fallacy. But really, if Thrask wants to make such claims, Danir is simply going to make sure he doesn't get caught up into any of the mercenary's lies or be held as accountable for any crimes he may commit.
Xov wanders around the ship a bit, listening to others' conversations.
Ebran, unwilling to let the latest pile of manure supposedly coming from their Citadel contact spoil such a day, looks forward to Skyway, and keeps his eye out for any obviously Lyrandar-affiliated contacts to lead them to the manor.
"Well its been a while since I've been to something like this," Danir thinks to himself as he prepares to disembark at Skyway. "Hopefully this party will go better than that one..."
Danir is momentarily taken back into the past as he remembers the last time he saw his parents- his mother's slap was a fresh wound across his cheek, her response to his declaration that he was refusing a house contract to work on Thrane warforged, that he was instead going to join the Cyran military so that he could defend his homeland.
It was the last time he saw his parents, within 6 months he would be taken captive by Brelish forces, and after their deaths on the day of Mourning he would never be able to tell them he was sorry, to tell them how much he loved and missed them. He wished again that his last words with them had not been so angry, so vicious.
It was his greatest regret, and the reason he was part of this madness- to rebuild his place in the house (if he could) to honor his parents' wishes, and so that he could acquire the skills and resources necessary to someday go home to Eston, to see if he could find his parents and give them a proper burial.
Thrask calmly examines the manor looking for any guards or so forth who mean "trouble".
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Xov looked at his surroundings. He was careful to stand a fair distance away from Thrask, for if that creature's crime was exposed, he did not want to become collateral damage.
He recalled the last time he had been present at such a House gathering. It was more than a quarter century ago, when he had been investigating happenings in House Phiarlan, shortly before the house was torn apart.
Hopefully today would go better.
Ebran looks about at the other members of his troupe, particularly the original ones, and steps across the ramp to greet the dignitaries.
"Ebran, presenting myself as ordered."
Othan stays with the rest of the team, adopting his angry, brooding look so these people don't start asking him questions.
"Ah, yes." Ebran interjected, with a bit of indignation. "The apple isn't all sour, at any rate. Where's the wine?"