4,000 gp for every single copy, 120 for 1 of each.
Greetings my compatriots, I have procured suitable material for our next assignment, Thrask told me about the new people you picked up.
bluff
I complement you upon your disguise, Thrask was sincerely impressed. Now let's play the game called "pull the wool over their eyes".
Seeing the others changing their appearances, Ebran remembers that he is still wearing noble clothing. Reaching up to his shoulders, he pulls at his clothing and the glammer fades, leaving behind simple adventurer's clothing.
Kirin looks skeptically at Ebran when he downgrades his outfit. "We're going to talk to a Sivis heir who works in a Kundarak banking house. Looking like a normal person is only going to make it less likely that we'll get in to see him. Poor folks don't walk into Kundarak banks and get to ask people questions." He shakes his head.
For his part, he seems only to have expensive, tailored clothes accessorized with fine jewelry. Today he's in dark blue wool embroidered liberally with gold scrollwork, with pink hose showing off his calves, and a dark half-cape lined in sky blue silk. Topping this all off are a pair of non-human companions, a blue-scaled pseudodragon draped across his shoulders and a blue and grey striped hunting cat on a bejeweled gold leash. If there has ever been a person who looked more like a dragonmark heir, Kirin would eat his hat.
"I guess I'll just have to look impressive enough for both of us, coz." A grin on his face, he looks around at everyone. "Everybody ready?"
"Oh, fine. I just didn't imagine this to be that easy, and I hadn't planned on doing any of the talking."
With that, Ebran pulls the gauzy sleeves back up, renewing his magical clothing to be that of a Lyrandar noble.
-- speed up to the bank? --
I had to rest yesterday.
The Bank is huge tower with the symbol of Khundarak on the front with BANK OF KHUNDARAK SHARN CHAPTER above the doors. The doors look human sized, but they are framed with stone masonry for a purpose -- to look intimidating and conservative. The steps are wide and small, but enough to travel up to the stairs comfortably with little chance of slipping. The tropical heat, though, is getting somewhat unbearable. There are mosquitoes, but they have yet to come out and bug the heck out of you.
His own psicrystal following him on it's spindly legs Absylon enters the Bank and gazes around for anything out of place...
perception
Well, here we are. Now finding Hasphat d'Sivis shouldn't be too difficult. I am guessing what we are to ask this person is a code of some sort--its literal answer is something the Citadel should already know.
As they enter the bank, Othan makes it look as if he is a well dressed bodyguard to the other individuals in the party. He glares angrily at anyone who gets to close to the party.
Kirin enters the bank like he owns the place, like leading a blue and grey striped tiger on a golden leash is the most normal thing in the world. He walks straight up to the nearest person who looks like they have any sort of authority- no clerks or guards for him. "Take me to Hasphat d'Sivis."
Othan will intercept any lowlings who attempt to get in the way of Kirin.
Ebran walks with the party and looks around, taking note of people and what they are wearing, the stonework, woodwork of the desks, really anything. He makes it a point not to intimidate anyone, and retains a very bland face that would suggest he is simply tagging along and this was a stop on the way to a later appointment for this group.
Kirin enters the bank like he owns the place, like leading a blue and grey striped tiger on a golden leash is the most normal thing in the world. He walks straight up to the nearest person who looks like they have any sort of authority- no clerks or guards for him. "Take me to Hasphat d'Sivis."
A piece of stained glass shatters, and a roguish type tumbles in a ball and stops at a column. He shakes off his problem.
"Do you have an appointment?" says the Secretary. Despite all that is happening outside of the bank, she goes on just like it's another business day. "Hasphat is very busy having lunch, so unless if you have an appointment, you can't see him for another half-hour."
I believe you can make an exception for us, we are powerful people with connections... You would do well not to cut yourself off from a potential avenue of advancement.
diplomacy
(unsuccessful.)
"Connected you may be, you have to show me confirmation of an appointment with Hasphat d'Sivis," she says.
Something is wrong here, I can't put my finger on it...
Would gold secure us an "emergency" appointment?
Kirin smiles at the secretary. "Of course I don't have an appointment." He chuckles and shakes his head, as if the idea of making an appointment is ludicrous. "I am sure my friend Hasphat would be happy to meet with us. You say he's eating lunch? We brought him something for dessert."
She blinks.
"What did you bring him for dessert?" she asks, intrigued.
Kirin smiles at her. "Have you ever had the chocolate caramel tart at The Oaks? Best dessert in the city. They grow the cocoa beans on a magically conditioned wall, perfect for growing deep, dark chocolate. A cookie-like crust, smooth caramel filling, and their silky chocolate ganache finished with a sprinkle of sea salt..."
He leans in over the desk a little and makes an intimate, satisfied sound in the back of his throat. "It's perfection. I don't have enough for you, darling, but give me your address and I'll have my man send a carriage to pick you up for dinner, just you and me. We'll share the tart and a couple of bottles of wine, some good food, good company..." Kirin grins at her. "Perfect way to forget a long day of work. What do you say?"
"Yummm, give me a tart and you have a deal," she said.
"I'll buy you one tonight. We've just got the one, at the moment."
Xov can cast silent image.
"Oh, goody," she said. "Let me see it."
"Oh dear, I appear to have left it in my vehicle outside. I shall get it now..."
Xov hustled out of sight, in the direction of the exit. Once he was far enough away to cast safely without the nosy secretary hearing, he conjured up an illusory dessert.
Then, he ran back to the group.
"I have it here."
"Yummy!" she said. "Okay, go down the room and on your right is hallway, you'll find Hasphat there."
Absylon moves to find Hasphat...
perception to notice anything unusual...
Kirin grins at the secretary. "I'll get your address on the way out. See you tonight, love."
He follows Absylon away from the secretary's desk to Hasphat's office.
Ebran will mull about in the foyer as well, content to allow Xov to gather info without distractions while providing a more secure escape route if anything goes awry.
Othan will accompany the others towards the office, then take up a postion outside the door to ensure they are not interrupted.
"I will be just outside the door if you need me."
Falko, did you use Sense Motive on a PC?
Falko, did you use Sense Motive on a PC?