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Doran
As you lean over to chat up your neighbor you catch a conversation nearby between a pair of women, a human and a halfling. The human woman mentions to her friend that she has heard that a merchant from Southmarket by the name of Kellisan Faymar, has hired a pair of ogres to transport some valuables he recently purchased including an elaborate chest. The scandalous part is that Kellisan is rumored to have paid the ogres with children. From what she infers you get the feeling she means that he paid them with children so they could eat them. A grim fate indeed for said children.
<im all for violence, many even a good dismembering. But eating children, that crosses a line.>
Doran looks over at Kelwyn who as far as he can tell has been the friendliest. Hey, do know of a man named Kellisan Faymar?
"Kellisan Faymar? Hmmm . . . "
"Aye, I've heard of Kellisan Faymar." Orsal replies to the large Aram. "He runs a shop in Southmarket that sells rare goods and antiquities, but most of his so-called antiquities are fakes. Why?"
Kelwyn looks from Doran to Orsal and back to Doran. "Can't say that I know him," he says as he makes a mental note of the name and reputation.
Orsal's eyes settle on the large Aram waiting a reply to Illumater's question.
I couldn't help but over hear someone talking about him. Doran repeats what he heard from the conversation. Now I wouldn't generally want to get involved in something like this, but eating children? That needs to be dealt with.
"Eating children? That sounds Eeevil. Please elaborate." Orsal kindly requests of the burly centaur.
"It could just be a rumor," Kelwyn suggests, "and if it was reported to the authorities, no good would likely come of it. Even if it was true, if confronted, the man would likely just deny it."
I can't just let something like that happen.
Doran walks over to the women who were talking.
Excuse me, I couldn't help but overhear you speaking about this Faymar fellow. Would you care to elaborate?
Jesset looks up from regarding the dregs in his flagon, ears perking at the mention of children in danger.
As Doran questions the woman, Jesset says "Rumor or not , it would bear investigating. Evil lies just under the surface here in Ptolus."
He leans over in order to hear the woman's answer to Doran's question.
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The human woman looks up at you. You know sir its not very nice to be eavesdropping on other people's conversations...why don't you mind your own business... however as she says this the look on her face makes you think that its obvious she was trying to say what she did loud enough for some else to overhear her talking about Faymar.
Doran growls and paws the floor. If there are children in danger that I can help, you need to tell me about them.
Tony grimaces at the performances of his companions. He resisted his impulse to haul Doran and Victoria away from their victims by their ears, aware that doing so would only draw attention.
He subtly looked about to see if the bouncers had noticed.
Orsal listens to the human woman's veracity. He does not appreciate being manipulated. If there is manipulation to be done, it would be by him.
He did not even think Victoria was listening, then he sees her approach the woman. Wow! Interesting. Nothing to rage in seconds, I wonder if she has that much control of her other emotions, or just rage. Now, he listens over the din of the Minstrel for the tell-tale sound of the woman's immediate bladder response to Victoria's persuasion.
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Victoria's glaring and teeth baring seems to unnerve the woman, and in facts makes her halfling friend chuckle a little. At first all the human woman can do nothing but stammer as she is barely able to get out what she is trying to say
I....ummm.....uh... ok look I made up the part about the children but...the rest is true Kellisan is paying two ogres to transport an elaborate looking chest to him this very night..the chest from the description I heard is odd...and too boot it not like the sorts of garbage he usually gets, there is something ominous about it and the amount of gold Kellisan has paid for it and to the ogres reeks of something bad... her voice trails off for a moment as she looks away from Victoria as if trying to decide if she should say more. Orsal its clear to you she has been honest up until this point in what she said but her motives are not clear which you can see she is struggling with internally. With her next breath she reveals your suspicions.
Look I will be honest yes I would like to see Kellisan get his because of what he did to me, but he has done far worse to others by lying and cheating people out of their hard earned money, for his so called "antiquities" he offers and trust me I would not be the first person who has wanted him to fail because of this....if there is no other reason this should justify it alone. Again Orsal you are sure she is being honest and can tell when she mentions the part about Kellisan doing something to her, its clear by the look in her eyes it is likely there was something romantic between these two people and this woman got her heart broken.
Ahh, so the truth comes out. Nothing terribly evil. Just an opportunity to steal from an a$$hole. Any takers? Is that what adventurers do? His questions taunt anyone with a strong moral compass a little, but Orsal's queries are sincere. As a pirate, he would be all over this opportunity to steal from a thief: no potential authorities involved. However, as an adventurer, he honestly does not know. His expectations of the Delver's Guild were of maps, missions, and the undercity. He watches faces for the consensus of the experienced adventurers around him.
Perhaps "Ripper" is ready for one more bout before before we get into this whole delving thing. Doran chuckles and give Orsal a nod.
Unmoving, the Harrow Elf watches the entire incident with a smirk on his face, at one point muttering "oh this is getting interesting" as Victoria cows the tavern patrons into spilling aloud whatever conspiratorial whispers they had previously been sharing.
He adjusts himself comfortably in his seat, his piercing silver eyes barely able to look past the mug he brings to his face to sip, but Orsal's question pulls him from his intended revelry and the elf's smirk subsides, settling back into a flat look, bordering on a frown. "Theft brings the Watch, and I've no wish to get locked up, despite my connections."
Jesset watches Victoria's efforts approvingly, She cowed that silly woman quite well....she'd make an excellent inquisitor....
When the question of the propriety of the proposed action comes up , Jesset offers thoughtfully "Given the man's pedigree and the clandestine nature of the exchange, one could be assured that they are not dealing with legitimate goods. "
That's four. Orsal says without saying that's enough to split four ways. Now Ma'am, you need to tell us all of the details that you know. When will he travel? Where is he coming or going? Is it already at his shop? And of course, if anything is inaccurate or he is warned, we'll know how to find you. Orsal calmly asks and promises with a toothy smile. He waits for her details.
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She provides you with where to find his shop in south market and tells you that the delivery of the chest is occurring tonight and that in fact the ogres should be on the way to the shop right now. She tells you they will likely be traveling through Midtown to get the shop. She says she suspects he will be at the shop but cannot be sure.
His frown deepening, Vaelus shifts in his chair and heaves a sigh. "I'd better tag along. I can run some interference if it looks like anyone is going to get nicked."
Sounds like, we're already running late. Orsal downs the dregs of his magically improved ale and stands up. He readjusts his weapon's belt to hang in the habitual way looking ready. This adventuring stuff feels familiar. My crew called it something less elegant. He offers with a sly grin.
Jesset sets his flagon down upon the table, gathers his cloak and gear, scans the room then lead the group back out into the rain.
Surging through the downpour, the others are barely able to keep up as Jesset slashes across the city , through alley ways and hidden courtyards.
Finally, they enter Midtown and Jesset slows, sniffing the air and continuing more carefully.
Survival
Orsal does not try to keep pace with the Lithorian setting his own lightly loaded pace.
Unfortunately, Tony didn't notice in time the decision to go and had to scramble to catch up to the rest of his friends in the rain.
"You realize of course, that you have engaged to perform lowborn thuggery on the secondhand information from a biased source?" He groused aloud.
He took a black scarf and cut eyeholes in it with his dagger; now he had a mask he could don if needed to protect his identity.
"My thoughts exactly, Tony," Kelwyn says to his friend. "Nothing like a woman scorned."
As the group makes its way through the streets, the rain pouring down, Kelwyn pulls his hood up. This should be interesting, he thinks, I've certainly lifted a few items off of others' hands in my time, but never as part of a group and only rarely involving bloodshed. I wonder if these ogres could be talked out of their prize?
Stepping over a particularly deep looking puddle, the elf rogue keeps his eyes on the street, looking for any sign of the Watch's patrols or anything unusual.
Orsal lets Jesset and his twitchy, whiskered nose lead the group. He casually walks beside Victoria and mentally works on a plausible story for the Watch to be out this late for a stroll... at least the two of them. Who are these other guys?
Vaelus begrudgingly follows, keeping company with Kelwyn and Tony and trying his best to keep dry on the trek through the sopping streets. His frown soured into a scowl as he tried to keep pace.
Doran walks close behind Jesset, somewhat lazily, he isn't used to such a slow pace.
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Jesset
Once outside in the rain you begin using your sense including your amazing sense of smell to begin tracking your pray. You head at a steady pace out of Delver's square and head west down Center street heading toward Midtown following a strange odor. Your not quite sure whether it is the scent you are looking however. As you cross into Midtown the scent you thought was the right one turns out to becoming from a refuse pile beneath a shop but as soon as you pass it you pick up on the scent you were looking for heading south through Midtown to Southmarket.
Everyone else:
You all follow Jesset west into Midtown and after several minutes he seems to pick up the trail and starting moving south.
Tony considers a scenario if accosted by the Watch.
Alright, I'll be a drunken duellist who just challenged Vaelus over, uh, Victoria's hand. The rest are our seconds. Yeah, that can work...
We probably should have put some thought into how this is going to go down, Kelwyn thinks to himself as he contemplates just how inebriated his companions might be, and wondering if they would even be partaking in such a venture if more sober. After all, the markets were full of shady merchants of all sorts, and stealing from a thief was still stealing.
"So how are we suppose to do this," he asks of no one in particular. "Are we simply going to ask them to let us see what they're carrying? Ogres can be so dull witted and single minded. That's not likely to go over well."
Perception
Survival
"They head south" Jesset says as he pauses, sniffing the damp air.