"Indeed the lady is right, more and more report are coming into the guard a the king get icker. Though I do believe that thi i not about reent wrong but thoe of the pat." Srilik's deep voice slides out of his helmet. He still has not moved from the side of the doorway.
Dorin makes his way around the room looking to take a seat.
he remains quiet at present guageing the attitudes of those in the room. listening to thier stories and seing what they are capable of.
he does seem a bit nervous at the present situation.
Inside the basket there is a bottle of red wine and a perfect loaf of bread, crispy on the outside, and moist and delicious on the inside. There are also some grapes, and if Lirana checks, they are not poisoned.
Despite all edgy reasons for being here, there's something disarming about the place, comforting despite the quiet and tension outside. The little picnic basket with the food, the notes which, while similar, are all personal ... they talk a bit before a Pretty woman aging a bit but still with a luminescent older Varisian beauty lets herself into the apartment. She smiles at the gathered with a genuinely disarming soft expression and says,
"I do so apologize for being late."
Segnam smiles at the woman. No worries my dear. You have certainly piqued all of our interests. A bit of melodrama may even be called for, no?
He approaches and offers to take her hand. Segnam Chamtivost Lussoriosi, at your service.
Tierce inclines his head to the lady and bows slightly "Tierce Vraie of House Vraie, Pathfinder Chronicler, also at your service!"
Dorian avoids the food especially the wine except he does pluck a couple grapes but that is about it.
it a somewhat raspy voice I beile you already know who we all are by the notes we recieved. perhaps it best you introduce yourself and how you intend to aid all of us by provideing what you know of Gaedren Lamm
Dorian looks about the room I assume we are all after the head of the dame man
Zellara smiles and offers her hand to each of the three gentleman with a tilt of her head, "Please, sit, won't you?" She remains standing however, "I realize this is not really a happy occasion. I do hope we can all be comfortable here, at least for this time we have together now. My name is Zellara ... and I know what Gaeden Lamm has done to each of you ... and I collected you all because he has done me great harm as well."
Tierce waits for the ladies to sit before he himself takes a seat. "So tell us why you have gone to the trouble to collect each of us? What overall plan do we have for Lamm?"
"I'd prefer to remain standing, thank you though." Srilik moves closer to the table standing a few feet away while the others settle in.
"Indeed Ma'am, why us and what are your plans?"
Zellara goes to sit, as if she is tired. "Well, you are all in a place to help me and eachother and yourselves I think. There are many more that Gaeden has hurt that are not." She gives them all a rather pointed look, and silence lapses for a moment, because she takes the time to look at each of them.
It seems likely that she is somebody's mother; she has the 'look' down very well.
"As for my story, Gaeden ... killed my brother. Over a trifle. He has taken something from me as he has from each of you..."
Tierce thinks sullenly for a long moment, "You could say that..."
"So why exactly do you need us?" Srilik is intrigued yet weary of this strange woman and her intents. He knows Lamm needs to go down but isn't quite sure how far this woman, or the rest of the people gathered are willing to go.
"I ... cannot personally reach him." Zellara says, after a moment's sad expression, "There are things I must maintain here. Besides, I am hardly martially inclined."
Her expression flickers thoughtful for a moment, and she looks to the Cleric,
"So far as I know, the children are all still alive. Your brother too,"
She adds to the quieter half-elf.
Halaea just nods. She still seems wary, though she does shift a bit, restless.
Tierce sighs for a long moment "I don't think I am as lucky. So then how do we get to him?"
"He is established down by the docks," Zellara seems relieved that they understand the situation.
"He has a place there where he keeps his children and runs his illegal operations. I can give you instructions on how to get there, but unfortunately don't know much of the layout."
She waves a hand over the table, and places a rolled up scroll there that is a map of the dock areas with an old fishery circled in red on it.