Garvid scratches his head and frowns. "Can't say I know the guy. There's a lot of a&+&*%$s taking bribes though... It's a position of power, and power goes to people's heads way too easy.". he says, nodding.
"Can't say I don't see your point, Orcsson.", mutters Garvid as the half-orc joins the conversation. "In my experience, though, it's not as dull as you make it out to be. There's always something happening behind the scenes in here. And after doing it for a while, you get into the heartbeat of the city. You feel as a part of it. It's an experience in itself. People start knowing you, and you start knowing people.", he explains. "Not that I haven't had moments where I'd wanted to damn it all to hell and get on the first boat I could, but I'm glad I never did."
He sighs. "Now who wants to go upstairs and grab a couple of pints?", he says, standing up from the chair.
Theandra smiles, "Very nice to meet you. Your group is downstairs." The group comes out from a door near the bar. "There they are now." She turns to wave them over to your table. As she does, the young man who motioned for Em earlier skips out the front door.
The group follows Garvid back up to the common room. When they enter, they see Theandra wave them over. Sitting at the table with the red headed inn owner is your very own companion, Emilia.
Good, so nothin' bad happened t'her. Mouse rejoins Theandra and Em at their table; she can't help one last look at the tables to see if one particular person is still around. Good t'see ya, Em. We was startin' t'wonder if somethin' had gone wrong. Y'take care o'what needed takin' care of?
Silvio smiles as he sees Emilia. As much as things have changed quickly over the past few hours, he was happy to see nothing had happened to her. "Em, you gotta see it! Downstairs I mean. It's so nice! Rooms for all of us, and they got pretty good food here too!"
Even as Theandra Darklight was ushering her companions toward her table, Emilia noted the handsome man hastily leave the tavern.
Mouse had greeted her first and then Silvio. "Hello", she said the group. She saw Garvid and Orcsson, but could not see Calcedon among them. "Has Cal not arrived, yet?"
Remembering Mouse had asked her a question, Em turned her attention to the Half-Elf, "I am sorry that my errand took longer than expected. I managed to take care of it, aye." There was worry behind Emilia's dark brown eyes. What if her father had collapsed again, unable to breathe? It was at times such as these that she wished Marco was still alive. "And I am sorry for worrying you."
Upon Silvio's excitement over the rooms below stairs, Emilia simply smiled before remarking, "Then we are fortunate in Mistress Darklight's generosity and hospitality. I'll go below as soon as we are done up, here. I ordered some mint tea and bread and cheese."
To Theandra, she inquired discreetly, "The handsome man sitting by the table next to me, did you happen to notice him when you joined me? If so, can you tell me his name?"
Garvid crosses his arms and nods at the sister. "He's still busy, I suppose.", he shrugs, giving the sister a longer glance, before nodding and giving Silvio a smile. "Kid here has a point. It's a pretty decent place. If we can fit him a lab downstairs, he'd be one puppy away from having a heart attack."
Tapping his foot, he scans the room. "Anyone see that a#@+!$$?", he asks Mouse quietly, before turning his eyes towards the Shoanti bouncer, gesturing towards Teron's previous sitting spot. "Ah, hell.", before going over to the bar.
"The handsome man sitting by the table next to me, did you happen to notice him when you joined me? If so, can you tell me his name?"
Theandra motions to the others. "They may be able to answer that question better than I. It seemed they knew him earlier." She continues. "So what's the plan?" She appears anxious to hear what you all plan to do.
No evil intent. She obviously misses adventure.
She nodded at Garvid's simple reason for Cal's absence. "The streets were relatively peaceful as I made my way, here. I hope he too makes it to the Inn without too much trouble."
Emilia was somewhat confused over the Theandra's answer to her question regarding the handsome man and turned to the group. "Was there someone in the tavern earlier that you knew? A handsome looking young man, perhaps?"
Hearing Theandra ask what the plan was made Emilia realise she had no idea what the others had discovered while she was busy attending to her parents.
The ex-adventurer appeared curious to hear of their next adventure, she supposed by the tone of her question. She must miss the old days.
"Have you gathered any information during my absence?" she asked the others.
At Em's question, Mouse's eyes dart around the room, and she visibly goes from tense to relaxed immediately once she's completed her scan of the faces present. Old...friend...of mine, from the Lambs. And...kinda the reason we was at the Cathedral a few nights ago, before all o'this started.
It's fairly apparent there's more history between Mouse and the man than simple acquaintance, friendship, or rivalry - her emotions seem too conflicted for anything so simple.
I came straight here with Orcsson t'meet up with Theandra - it was Silvio what was doin' the scoutin'. He'll be able t'tell ya more.
She must really miss the excitement o'her adventurin' days...Gotta say, it is a bit excitin'. And a little better when y'ain't gotta wear a corset...
"Oh. Alright. He tried to charm me into sitting at his table, but he left as soon as you all came toward the table."
Emilia accepted Mouse's explanation regarding the younger man without dispute or thinking too much of it.
The priestess looked across at Silvio, hoping the blonde boy would fill her in on his discoveries.
Rafe speaks up. "We ain't seen Teron." Cara chimes in, "Rumor is he gets down there by going in the boat. You'll have to take the walkway on that side of the building." She points to the right side of the building.
Silvio looks at Marial struggling with her emotions. "It was Terion, Em. He was...he was my best friend, my brother growing up. He and Marial meant something to each other too. But he's a liar and and a killer. He played both of us."
Silvio takes a deep breath and pats Marial on the shoulder. "I want to believe he was genuine at some point. Some of the things he did when we were growing up was real, I have to believe that. But somewhere down the line, he became a real creature of Lamm's. Maybe even worse than Lamm."
Mouse had spoke of Terion ever so briefly and Emilia watched as Silvio attempted to comfort the girl with a gentle pat on her shoulder. They have each other and that is no small thing in a city in upheaval, the priestess mused silently.
"In order to survive, people change and not always for the better. I am sorry about your friend ... and love", the last she spoke quietly to Mouse. "It is good then that I ignored his flirtation. But we cannot permit him to do more harm in the city, especially with Lamm gone and most of the guard deserted from their posts. Do you think he will attempt something?"
Emilia wished she had her tea right now. The day had been long and her thoughts were in flux. Her gaze cast about for Scarlet, the barmaid.
She waited until she received an answer from either or both ex-Lambs before steadily continuing.
"I do not wish to make light of this situation with Terion, but what did you discover during your scouting mission earlier this day, Silvio?"
Emilia kept her voice low so as to maintain some discretion in the tavern.
I...I dunno if he would. He had a chance t'start somethin' a bit ago, an' all he did was flirtin' with the barmaid, but...I don't know, truly. I don't think I know him anymore. Not for some time now.
Emilia had never been in love; had not even come close to it. She had closed off her heart when Marco had taken his own life and her world had drastically changed. She had poured her energies into her studies and training with the clergy and earning coin to help out her father and mother.
To be betrayed by love was an even harder burden to bear for one who gave their heart openly. She felt compassion for Mouse. "I am sorry that he could not comprehend what he was giving up when he chose his path in life." Emilia reached out and gently touched Mouse's forearm and then withdrew her hand for she was not certain how Mouse would take such familiarity coming from her. "May he not be too far gone from redemption."
Garvid nods, then takes a step back as Em and Mouse engage in conversation. Hell. Girl's been though a lot., he thinks as he takes his eyes away from Mouse.
Garvid sighs. Great. Remind me to compliment you on your timing, Kroft. Getting me a secret mission while living in with a bored ex-adventurer.
He pats Silvio on the shoulder. "I'll let you get settled in, I guess. I'm already done, just need to check something. See you soon.", as he disappears downstairs, and comes back up, covered by a cloak with a sword's pommel visible at his hip.
Garvid walks by Tauk by the door, stopping for a brief second. I'd share it to Theandra, but she seems way too bored and smart to keep a secret. And then it turns out he's the biggest fishwife of them all..., before leaning to the man's ear. "If I'm not back by midnight, tell them I'm off to the brothels around the bridges. If I'm back by then, I'd greatly appreciate your discretion about this matter.", giving the man a nod.
The guardsman makes it out onto the street, pulling the cloak's hood up. Keep eyes down. Sellswords are cocky, and they don't get into people's business. Unlike guardsmen., he thinks to himself as he makes way through the streets.
Theandra turns her chair around and props her elbows on the back. She leans her chin on her palms. She listens intently at the conversation about the young man. "So what about plans?"
Tauk winks at Garvid, "Understood. Hell..if I wasn't working, I'd head there with ya. I'll keep my mouth shut."
Garvid arrives at The Prince's Paw. He knocks on the door and a small window slides open. A set of feral eyes peer through at the guard. They look up and down Garvid and then over each shoulder. In a high pitched voice, "No trouble. Understood?" The door opens and a six foot four gnoll stands in leather armor wielding a greataxe. "Gonna have to leave the weapons here if you're wantin to party. Heheheheh." The shrill voice breaks into nervous laughter. Garvid relinquishes his sword and dagger then follows the armored man down a hall. "Prince-Daddy will be with you soon." The gnoll pulls a rope that sounds a bell and then returns to the door.
After several minutes, the door opens and a pimped out Gnoll stands in front of Garvid with one beautiful, scantily clad woman on each arm.
In a smooth, low voice he speaks, "If you izzo a guard, you izz as good as dead. Now what can Prince-Daddy do for you? You looking for some ladies? You don't look like a spicehead. Gambling? All of your wildest dreams can become realities here." He gives a teethy grin showing his fangs. Another females steps up with a rolled up cigarette and hands it to the Prince. He takes and long drag and blows the smoke in your face.
Silvio turns to Em to explain about the butcher shop. "I went asking around about the shop and even sat and watch it for a bit. It seems the butcher shop has been giving meat away during all the rioting. They've got quite a bit of business. Lots of people coming and going. Seems they've been helping people from starving."
Silvio bits into a roll he somehow saved from earlier. "I also heard that Verik's bunch, who call themselves the Cow Hammer Boys, do a little work on the side. If you want someone roughed up, they'll do the job. You just go in an ask about 'The Night's Special Cuts.'"
"I can draw out the shop, but I didn't go inside."
"We were thinking about Marial and me going in as orphans. Just to see what it's like inside and how many there are. See if there's any sign of Verik. Or maybe we hire them, see who shows up."
I will literally murder Carlin.
Garvid raises his eyebrows as the gnoll walks in, before opening his mouth, waving away the smoke with a frown, beofre smiling and crossing his arms. "Hah. This place is not what I expected.", staring at the three ladies with a smile, then patting his pouch. "I might as well check out the gambling. See how Lady Luck's treating me tonight first.", putting his hands on his belt. "Where do I go?", he asks the Gnoll, staring him straight in the eyes. Let's not antagonise him, but f@#* if I'm going to play afraid of a peacocking fleabag.
Prince-Daddy smiles at your response. "So be it my izzo. The Prince-Daddy knows how to meet needs. Destiny, take the strapping man to the casino." A lovely blonde lady in a see-through gown takes Garvid's arm and leads him through the door and then down a stair case. When he enters the next room, he is surrounded in a cloud of smoke. There are tables everywhere in this large room. Any game Garvid could think of playing is here (roulette, cards, dice). On the edges of the room are men and women smoking hookah pipes. Women dance naked on tables in the corners. There are a large variety of races present.
Garvid's escort rubs the back of his arm and smiles up at him. She licks her lips. "So...what is your game? Mind if I stick around?"
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Emilia listened to Silvio explain what he had seen during his surveillance of the butcher shop and from his general inquiries. So Verik Vancaskerkin and the guard deserters had formed a band of thugs for hire? And Verik had the nerve to accuse the Queen of being bad for the city...
We get rid of Lamm and his little thieves only to have to deal with Vancaskerkin and trained ex-guards, Emilia sighed inwardly.
Emilia kept her voice low/discreet during their conversation.
"You and Mou...Marial could outsmart this lot into believing you are merely simple orphans. But it will be dangerous -- the deserters are trained guards and may be able to sniff out a bluff ... not that you are not orphans, but if you attempted to hire them. We do need to know their exact numbers and the layout of the inside of the shop. Do you think they are recruiting the poor whom they are giving the meat to? It would be a good method of currying favour in this act of charity and besmirching the Queen's reputation in the process."
Emilia pondered the information she had learned from the Field Marshal and now Silvio.
"When do you mean to do this? Upon the morrow? Will you require lookouts at a safe distance from the butcher's shop or will that give you away do you think?"
Seems t'me the folks they're feedin'd be the most likely t'sign up. Least, it's who I'd recruit. You're thinkin' it'd be best t'see if we c'n talk our way into pretendin' t'join his band, then? Marial didn't see how it'd be any easier than pretending to hire them - but then, talking in general wasn't necessarily her strong suit, and Em made a good point.
Tomorrow's as good a time as any, I think - 'less there's a chance the Cow Hammers've got word of our comin'. Lookouts'd probably wouldn't hurt if they wasn't noticed, but I don't think there's much they could do if somethin' goes wrong inside...it may not be worth the risk o'exposin' those as ain't goin' in.
Garvid sends a smile to Prince-Daddy as the girl accompanies him. Prince-Daddy... Good gods..., he thinks as he leaves the room, girl in tow. Walking into the hall, he takes in the sights, smiling back at Destiny. "Don't really know, doll. Just seeing if something catches my fancy. What's the deal with this place, anyway? A buddy told me about it, and I don't know whether to punch him or thank him. Yet." He waits for an answer, then gives another look of the tables. "Get me a card game. There's nothing like keeping a firm hand on your fortune, tell you what."
Sitting on the table, Garvid takes out his pouch. Nodding at the other players, he smiles. "Whole town's gone to s$&#, huh. Hard to imagine this place isn't bursting at the seams.", carefully studying the answers.
"Aslong as we look like we belong in the street it shouldn't be too hard to lookout and not get exposed," points out Manius, still drinking his wine. "Garvid and I could just look a little more scum, stand across the street, and they won't expect a thing!"
Manius takes another swig from his bottle of wine.
"... Probably" *cough*
"We're going to try and join them?" Silvio frowns. "I dunno. That would seem much more risky than trying to hire them and then ambush them. If someone just wandered in who wanted to join our group, I'd be suspicious. But they're actively trying to hire out."
Emilia looked perplexed at both Mouse and Silvio. "Join them? No, I was not suggesting that. Your plan was to go in and play the orphans to gain access and information and locate Verik ...Or am I mistaken on this account? I simply pondered if the ex-guards would see through your ruse of hiring them is all. If you truly believe that you can convince them you genuinely seek their service, then I shall not contradict you."
No, goin' in an' pretendin' t'be hungry was the plan. I just thought maybe you was sayin' playin' at joinin' up was gonna get us further in... Mouse smiles nervously, cheeks starting to turn pink. I...ain't exactly good at this. You'd think sneakin'd be easier for me, but that ain't what Gaedren taught me for.
"You have proven your ability thus far, Mouse, so do not falter now. I do not possess the keen talent to sneak about either, although my sight is fair enough." Emilia gave a reassuring smile, hoping to ease some of the nervousness or embarrassment Mouse was feeling.
"If something were to go wrong inside the butcher's shop, then how would we know on the outside? Should we agree on a signal of some sort, or even a timespan for you two remaining inside the building? It'll give me a little peace of mind when knowing you and Silvio are walking in there with no ready aid."
Seems t'me a time for bein' in'd be a good idea, though I imagine by the time y'realize we're late, we may already be in a scrap. Maybe try wavin' a bit o'cloth out the door or window or somethin'? But that ain't gonna help if we're further inside... As she racks her brain for ideas, she starts to reflect over the strange occurrences of the past few days.
Em, y'know more than me 'bout magic. There any spells or somethin' that'd be able t'let you guys know what's happenin' to us without bein' able t'see? Or any kind o' magic trinkets? Maybe some way t'put a bunch o'light out the building, or make colored sparks or loud noise.
Suddenly, she grins and reaches into her pocket. I c'n always throw this out the window or somethin'. She withdraws her hand and opens it to reveal a tiny tongue of flame. It's a rock with some magic on it t'make it look like fire. Gonna say for sure it's us, an' if someone's tryin' t'hurt us, I ain't too much fussed 'bout breakin' their glass. Just...whoever sees it, take a sec an' pick it up for me? I don't wanna lose it if I ain't gotta.
"What's the deal with this place, anyway?"
Destiny laughs at his question. "An oasis in the s+&$hole that is Korvosa. Prince-Daddy earned favor with one of the noble families and they fronted him. I am sure they are making out well for their investment. He and his "friends" run this part of the city. Nothing goes on around here without him knowing. You must have connections to know of this place." Destiny takes him to a card table with four men and a woman. They do not acknowledge his nod until he speaks.
"Whole town's gone to s%$&, huh. Hard to imagine this place isn't bursting at the seams."
The dealer speaks up. He is a dwarf with long red hair and a braided beard, "This ain't the only room in this place."
He deals out cards. Destiny stands behind you and rubs your neck as you ante up.
Garvid nods. Nobles, huh. And just when I was starting to warm up to this place., he thinks as he draws his cards and peeks at them, then putting them back down.
Can't say I'm going to complain about that..., he thinks as Destiny rubs his shoulders. He grins at the dwarf. "I gathered. Noone with the shakes zoning out in the corner, the least." He plays a couple of hands waiting for the conversation to start, seemingly enjoying himself. "So, anything interesting happening around here? Invasion non-withstanding?", he asks, before chuckling. "Unless this is one of those 'serious gambling' tables. If I wanted to lose money and be bored, I'd be home with the missus, am I right?", he says, turning to the guy on the right.
"Magic ain't a bad idea, but time might be the best. If we ain't out in half an hour, I think something prolly gone wrong. Besides, if we're just going in for offerings of meat, it shouldn't be bad. Might help us anyway later. If we do try to trick them, it'll be better if they recognize us as customers."
Em, y'know more than me 'bout magic. There any spells or somethin' that'd be able t'let you guys know what's happenin' to us without bein' able t'see? Or any kind o' magic trinkets? Maybe some way t'put a bunch o'light out the building, or make colored sparks or loud noise.
"I only have access to one spell that could be useful in such a situation. It's benefit is two fold: You can create or mimic the sound of an almighty trumpet and you can speak in a booming voice that will carry over some distance. Either will gain our attention if things go awry. The spell lasts for 20 mins. But I must prepare it during my prayers tonight and you will have it come morning, if you so desire it. Just let me know."
Suddenly, she grins and reaches into her pocket. I c'n always throw this out the window or somethin'. She withdraws her hand and opens it to reveal a tiny tongue of flame. It's a rock with some magic on it t'make it look like fire. Gonna say for sure it's us, an' if someone's tryin' t'hurt us, I ain't too much fussed 'bout breakin' their glass. Just...whoever sees it, take a sec an' pick it up for me? I don't wanna lose it if I ain't gotta.
"I have no issue with that, and, if you do decide to use it, I will look for it and retrieve it once it's out the window."
Just then Silvio responded regarding the length of time inside the shop,
"Magic ain't a bad idea, but time might be the best. If we ain't out in half an hour, I think something prolly gone wrong."
"Half an hour sounds reasonable to go in, look around as would-be customers, and then get out."
The man sitting next to you turns and looks at you. "What kind of trouble are you looking for? Me and a friend of mine could use some muscle."
The past few days have been full of chaos. After the King's death, the city had fallen apart. Anarchy ruled the streets. Crime was rampant. You chose to help. Returning to help the city guard was not something you had ever expected to do...but there you were.
Fatigued from helping clean up the streets, you head to the Three Rings Inn for a meal as the sun sets. It is a quaint spot with excellent food and drink. The bodyguard there, a half shoanti fighter baned Tauk, is an acquaintance of yours. As you enter the Inn, you notice Tauk at the bar keeping an eye on the place. He grins and nods as you enter. The owner, Theandra Darklight, sits with a group of adventurers. One of the woman sitting at the table looks familiar. It is your old friend Marco's sister, Emilia Zorzi.
Shevan enters and shakes out his cloak. Seeing Tauk as he walks in he says to the burly bouncer Evening Tauk. Quiet night? Not expecting or probably receiving much of an answer he spots Marco's sister Emilia, engrossed in conversation with a group of tough looking fellows. His heart sinks as memories of his friend's recent passing run through him. Emilia and Marco were quite different in temperament from what he had heard but they sure did favor one another in the face and eyes. He allows himself a moment of reminiscence before putting his most winning smile on his face and heading over to the table.
The man approaching your table is dressed in fine clothing of simple design but extremely well cut. He seems to favor earth tones of tan and green and brown with the splash of a dramatic red here or there for contrast. His face is perfectly formed and symmetrical with a golden blonde goatee that looks to have been cut to a razors precision. His hair is short and spiky blonde that seems to be in constant motion, as if a breeze was perpetually ruffling it. Extremely slender, his skin shimmers with a very slight iridescent glow that makes it hard to look away. Stunningly attractive, almost otherworldly so, he moves to the table with an easy grace and says Please excuse the interruption but...Emelia...it is so good to see you. I did not know you frequented the Three Rings. Seeing the others Shevan turns and sketches a bow worthy of the royal court and says Pray forgive my rudeness for my delay in announcing myself to you. Shevan Risa, at your service. Emilia's brother was a friend of mine.
Tauk nods at the newcomer and watches him walk over to the table.
Theandra slides her chair back and stands as the man approaches. She listen to his introduction and awaits the dark cloaked woman's response.
She watched as the otherworldly-looking man approached their table. He was striking to be sure and possessed a confidant air and grace.
When he addressed her directly, Emilia was somewhat taken aback - wondering how he seemed to know her for she did not recognise him.
"Good eve. This is my first visit to the Three Rings, sir", she managed to reply to the stranger.
It was then he bowed and introduced himself the the rest of the group and went on to disclose that he had known Marco. The name is somewhat familiar... Emilia mused silently. She tilted her uncovered head and peered at the handsome man. Marco once spoke warmly of a Shevan from the card halls... "Your name is vaguely familiar, sir. You say you knew my brother? Were you well acquainted with Marco?" Saying her twin's name was hard, yet she kept her voice steady. Emilia realised she was asking the man questions, but had not offered him a seat at their table. "Please, do sit down", she gestured to the empty chair at the table.
Shevan's smile widens as he pulls the chair out and sits. Your brother spoke of you often when we were together. He was...a good influence on me. Your brother had a good heart and what was done to him was unforgivable. Shevan seems vehement when he states that, you can almost see a fire blaze behind his gorgeous eyes. I knew him the last few months of his life but those were some of the most important of my 113 years. I made a promise to him before he died that if we met I would do all I could to help in whatever endeavor you were currently embroiled in... he leans forward conspiratorially, you catch a whiff of what smells like cinnamon ...he seemed to think that it was likely.
At the mention of the unforgivable act upon her brother, Emilia clasped her hands more tightly in her lap. "The villain, Gaedren Lamm, who hurt Marco and countless others is dead; brought to street justice. Mayhap now Marco's soul shall rest. My brother was indeed a good person." Emilia's voice was subdued as she uttered the words. She peered across into the unusual man's pale blue eyes and saw no duplicity in his account of or connection to Marco.
Upon learning the man had made a promise to her brother to aid her in some future endeavour lifted Emilia's heart - her brother had always been a thoughtful soul. Emilia wondered at how Shevan knew she would be at the Three Rings Inn. Had he kept track of her since Marco's death?
A heady cinnamon scent caught her attention as Shevan drew closer to her. "I am pleased to meet one of Marco's friends. Before his death many an acquaintance shunned him and I knew it broke his heart."
Emilia took a sip of her fragrant tea before asking the man, "What brings you to Three Rings Inn this night?"
As the newcomer approaches, Mouse, already fairly quiet except for the planning they had been doing, lapses into complete silence, nearly stunned, fighting to keep her jaw from dropping. He was clearly fair of face, but there was...something besides that, something unexplainable, a magnetism she couldn't place or even describe, that left her wanting simply to watch him and drink it in. Of course, the only reaction she could articulate in her befuddled mind:
I wonder if Em c'n introduce me.
At his regal bow, Mouse gasps softly and returns the gesture, with nowhere near his grace or bearing. Hi, she manages to squeak out. Pleased t' meetcha - M-Mouse... She falls back into embarrassed silence after the few words of greeting, simply watching as Shevan continues to speak with Em and trying not to stare. Wait...a hundred 'n thirteen...what?
Silvio is on his guard at first as the man approaches their table, but when it seems he knows Em, he relaxes. The more he studies the man, though, the more Silvio realizes he wasn't quite human. His eyes were too bright, his skin too smooth, his hair too shiny.
"Hey! You're...um, Asimoy." Silvio frowns. Aasim..." He frowns again and then snaps his fingers. "Aasimar! That's it!"
Silvio leans over and filches a piece of cheese from Em. "Hey, you want some food? They got some good stuff here."
After a few minutes of small talk, Tauk heads over to the table. Looking at Shevan, "Hey pretty boy. Someone left this for you." He tosses a rolled up scroll on the table and walks off.
After you excuse yourself, you go and sit at a table alone. Seeing Emilia again, awakes many emotions. Still in deep thought of Marco, you carefully peel the seal on the scroll and unroll the parchment.
Written in calligraphy:
Master Shevan,
Greetings. Word of your work for the city of Korvosa at the wall has reached me. I have need of your unique skills. I would like to speak with you as soon as possible. Please head to the castle in the morning and present this scroll at the gates.
Field Marshal Cressida Kroft
Theandra watches Shevan walk away. "I guess I will see the rest of you in the morning." She smiles and then heads behind the bar to start taking inventory.
You each take your time waking up and preparing for your day. It is not long before the aroma of fried meat and potatoes filters its way down the stairs and through the door to the group's underground hideout. When Mouse, Silvio, and Orcsson meet in the common room. They notice a letter in the middle of the table. The letter is handwritten by your friend and companion Emilia Zorzi. In it, she outlines the need for her to return to the Church immediately. She assures you that it is of the utmost importance to the group and their mission.
Garvid grins, leaning back. "Depends on the type of muscle. Not a dockworker.", before chuckling at his own joke. "I can work a sword and I've got keen eyes. Though it'd be perfect if it was something sooner rather than later. Don't know if I'm going to ditch the down if it gets too crazy.", he says, piling his coins in columns.