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"We can start by asking around discreetly" - Reknar chuckles at Nic - "Though... Thorin may want to set up shop anyway" - he laughs at the rogue.
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"Just try and keep a wary eye on me eh? I'll set up shop and make a terrible distraction, but that makes me a target so keep that in mind."
Once into town the Candy maker did just that, stopping his wagon in a large noticible spot and setting out a few barrels with his already made wares.
"Come one come all folks! The Candy Mountain Candy company is here to please your needs! We got Chocodrops made with the finest blueberries, We have sour orc ball candies The finest caocoa and nuts for little sweetsie treaties made before your eyes! Want to learn how to be a confectionary genius Sign up now for a special training session taught by yours truly!
Nic walks around the town barking "We've got Chocos...sticky chews...and sour pieces. Fair prices, jus down the street." the dwarf does his best at drumming up business for the candymaker. Meanwhile, he keeps his eyes and ears peeled to see if he notices anything unsavory.
Before long Thorin has a line of folks all ready to, his performance is almost as successful as the Snake oil salesman in the original Pete's Dragon. The line is huge, the first person makes a purchase and...
Meanwhile Reknar begins to ask around, and pretty quickly he finds that folks IMMEDIATELY change the subject while looking around shiftily. He suspects there are syndicate eyes everywhere. Reknar do you want to try to prod for more info, or try to suss out who might be an agent in another way?
Reknar decides to drop the prodding for now, and relay to the others the 'difficulties' he has encountered.
Then he joins Nic in keeping watch over Thorin during the sales.
There is almost a riot as people attempt to buy out the candy. Thorin do a 2d6x10 silver piece roll.
As you collect money a halflings approcahes. Mister Candymaster. My name is Reginald Bunbury. I am a the proprietor of a sweets shop in town...perhaps we can make an arrangement?. He asks, though Thorin you think he seems nervous
'Don't be a smart... Skull... The means you are referring to are setting fire to buildings, businesses, homes.... Do I REALLY need to explain further?'
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"Mr Bunbery? Thats a chocolatier's name if ever i've heard one. I'd love to talk shop and business.... ooooh maybe you have a few supplies i can purchase off you!"
He began sounding cheery enough. He wasnt sure he bought the halflings song and dance though. If the man ran a sweets shop here in the town, why did he have a line of people whom had bought his wares? I mean he supposed maybe the halflinf overpriced his goods, a possibility but he defitnitely thought something was up.
Care to join me in my shop about 45 minutes after we close? Come to the back door. My shop is Bunbury Confections.
Nic keeps an eye on the crowd, trying to notice if anyone is scouting out or scoping out the candymaker and his cart.
"Sure is a big crowd, seems like they like his chewie's.
Nic tries to stay focused, but he keeps having his eye drawn to a particularly attractive dwarf...he does not do well with his observation.
Reknar just stays close by, doing the 'bodyguard' thing.
Eventually Nic will make his way to the candymaker once the crowd scatters.
Thorin what is your reply to the halfling when he asks you to come to the shop?
When he got the chance he would make sure to let Reknar or Nic know what had transspired with the halfling. He thought it was the closest thing to a lead that they had, but he certainly didnt want to keep them in the dark about it.
"I guess we go visit him then?"
Our heroes pass the rest of the day in relative calm, spending a few copper for dinner, and a few silver to secure private rooms for everyone. After moving the supplies and good into a locked room, they make their way to the shop
They knock, and after a moment the door opens and Reginald invites everyone in, and promptly puts out a bundt cake and tea. Can I get anyone anything else?
Nic eyes the refreshments with skeptism. Could be poison He stand there with his hand on his Morningstar and he simply chews his cigar. He lets the Candymaker take the lead.
"Well met - I am Reknar" - the half-orc introduces himself - "Thank you for the invitation"
gotta pause a bit for Thorin here
Bunbury, not Berry. That is just silly . He tucks on w abandon to the cake.
it is a very good almond chocolate cake.
. That is fortunate that you have well...muscled?...friends. I was hoping that perhaps we could strike up a deal. Perhaps you would sell me your recipe for those orc balls,.that were such a hit.
Nic tries to figure out the cakepeddler's motives.
Nic listens intently.
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Feeling easier about the Bunbury's intentions Nic pulls out a fresh cigar and lights it. He puffs out a large smoke ring.
Reginald blanches at the name.
The Syndicate!?. He whispers . So friends of yours? They are? We all know that they have everyone's best interests at heart. Good friends of us all
shall we talk numbers for your recipe?
"Rest easy...friend." The stern cleric breaks his silence. "We seem to be of same mindset...they don't have everyone's best interest at heart." He pauses for a moment then adds. "Perhaps, you can give us some guidance on where their HQ is located."
Oh just set up shop and they will find you, to offer you their wonderful support and insurance policies!
Nic nods understanding the message. "Well lets talk recipes and numbers."
Reginald sighs in relief
So obviously I am interested in the recipe. Now I could not possibly expect to master such an incredible recipe just off a paper alone. Perhaps you could stick around and show me how it is done. And for the rest of you I am sure I could find some work lifting boxes or reorganizing my warehouse on the other end of town
"Sounds like we have an agreement" - Reknar pipes in.
Nic nods approvingly, he even shows a bit of his tobacco stained teeth. "Sounds guud. Now fer that drink."
So Mr. Thorin, how much are you asking? I will of course pay a weeks wages for your help this week, to all of you. And I would love it if you could go sort out my warehouse tonight...
"xpectin' trouble at yer warehouse tonight?" the dwarf straightens up. "Tell us yer conern then we can help, don't go settin' us into a potential trap without tellin' us what you expect."
"Yeah, trying to trap us usually goes VERY wrong..." - Reknar adds.
'We'll let him play his cards the way he wants to - if he double crosses us, he pays for it'
"We don't mind a guud scrap but don't like bein' set into the bear trap."
. Well it is not so much my warehouse you see. But there are rats. Really big rats in the warehouse just behind mine. And I'm worried that they might damage my business...
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"Im more of a travelling sort of salesman. No need to get too greedy when it comes to pricing. You put me and my friends here up at the inn, buy us dinner and some ale, and we can call it even friend."
He began after doing some mental calculations. The bigger fish to fry was the Consortium. His candy empire needed freedom to grow and expand. That took priority.
"Oohhh giant rat hunts? I love shooting them with my crossbow. It was a game my father taught me. "
"As long as we talk straight, it's fine with me"
Nic nods approvingly. "Agreed."
. Wonderful! I'll get the rooms set, and this evening I'll have a celebratory dinner set. How about you head over to the warehouse around 6 pm and when you get back we celebrate our new partnership?
"I could use a bit in me stomach first."
Reginald nods enthusiasticly. Perhaps you would like to try my meat pies? A little gnosh now, and I'll still set up.tje banquet later? But really 6 pm is the best time for these rats. They keep an odd schedule.[/b]
Nic smiles, "Sounds guud. A little something in our stomachs then we go exterminate a few unwanted rats." The cleric looks over to his two comrades. 'Ready to hunt?"
Reginald provides a tray of delicious meat pies.
Roast duck on your return?