"Welcome to Lugal's, kind sir. As you can see, the Masters are contending. It is too early for others yet. But if you wish to wait, you are welcome to observe."
"Come elf!" Sumbar said. "See a master at work!
Arundel nods agreeably at this request, and approaches the table. "Thank you for the invitation, sir, I would love to watch an advanced game. I've played a little myself, but not nearly at either of your levels I'm sure." The elf takes a seat by their table and watches their game for a time, listening to their conversation and participating in pleasantries as appropriate.
Dommer followed with Regin - not to help with any diplomacy, but mostly to keep company and eventually hand an arm if it comes to that. The Dwarf was serious, thoughtful, and grumpy as most of his race.
may as well see if I can get my two gold pieces back. Trib smiles and with one hand he opens his pouch and pulls out his last two gold pieces. With his other he activates the spring in his wrist guard and ejects his coldiron knife. "I'd be very interested in a little side bet, seems I need ta make up a couple of gold I lost earlier this evening." Ting throws his knife, then retrieves it from the center of the target, smiling he shrugs his shoulders and showing his opponent his darts, "Only got tha one knife, usually toss darts." He then continues throwing. 'Blast wish the last four were as good as the first. After his last throw he shakes his head, looking at Namtar he rolls his eyes and watches the woman throw.
Tirra took her place and threw five daggers in quick succession, each toss a simple, practiced motion. Three struck the target dead center. The other two hit the outer ring, one quite near the edge.
The half-elf smiled and retrieved her daggers, "Best two of three?"
The Beg of Ishtar was a plain building of mud bricks, like most of Dalath. The goddess' hand clasping a rod was carved to either side of the door, positioned suggestively. The heavy stink of too much perfumed wax wafted through the door, which let Regin and Dommer into a small antechamber. Beaded curtains set it off from the building's deeper quarters.
A middle-aged woman wearing quite little sat there, setting aside a bit of sewing when the men entered.
"Good morn, Masters. The Goddess has many pleasures. Do you have a particular heaven in mind?"
Sumbar and Lugal engaged in mostly empty small talk, but Sumbar departed from it often to make pointed references to families, misfortune, and business failures. Each time, Lugal remained strictly correct and polite.
"Did the wizard every make his way over?" Sumbar said after a while.
"Zummabu? You know he barely comes here," Lugal said innocently.
"You're wits have wondered, old boy. The new wizard, that came with the elf and the champion," Sumbar said, not at all amused.
"Ah yes, Kassu," Lugal said, pretending to ignore the Pit Lord's tone. "You have dealings with him?"
"That's none of it," Sumbar said. "Best a man stays in formed when wizards move about. Those sorts make opportunities."
"He came. He's a good player," Lugal said.
"And nothing about his business?" Sumbar pressed. "He sat silent the whole while?"
"Oh no, nothing of the sort. We spoke of the theory of the game," Lugal said, loftily. "The heavens, the hells, the significance of the pieces. What does it mean that the hero may move on the triangle into the Earth or Air? He had a fine hero. Dwarf work."
"Isn't that a wonder?"
"Ask his friends. I hear they talk easily enough."
"The oaf and his whore!" Sumbar snorted.
"Then ask him. He said he would come again, probably in the afternoon."
'Blast she is good, need to stretch this out.' Tribim smiles and flips the woman the first of the two gold coins. "I've got two gold pieces, so I may as well go two outa three."
As he starts to throw his single dagger, drawing out the game as long as he can. "Ya say ya are headed out in tha morning? 'At's a shame, I could be back tomorrow with more knives and gold." Continuing to throw and fetch his dagger he continues, "So ya headed back this way soon? I enjoy a good match."
Namtar nods towards the sleeping champion. "What about him? My master has not given my blood to the Father of Victories in nearly a month. He would be pleased if I could win honor to his name by defeating the Champion of the City of Gems"
'Blast she is good, need to stretch this out.' Tribim smiles and flips the woman the first of the two gold coins. "I've got two gold pieces, so I may as well go two outa three."
As he starts to throw his single dagger, drawing out the game as long as he can. "Ya say ya are headed out in tha morning? 'At's a shame, I could be back tomorrow with more knives and gold." Continuing to throw and fetch his dagger he continues, "So ya headed back this way soon? I enjoy a good match."
"A good sport!" Tirra said, smiling wider. "We were supposed to, but Abilsin here spent the night whoring. As usual. But we're not gone for good, just a day or two over the river at the Stirgenest. Unless we find something Kassu likes."
She took her turn.
"Well thrown! Now this is interesting," Tirra said. She fetched her daggers and threw her third round with delight.
'Well, I didn't expect to keep the gold anyway.' Watching in disbelief as Tirra throws five bull's-eye's. "Nice throw, your very talented." nodding at the drunken oaf, "I'm glad the drunk one isn't in charge, hopefully this Kassu knows his way around, I hear the Stirgenest, can be a problem, let alone a river crossing." Looking again at how well she threw, "Not that you can't handle a few stirges."
Trib readies to throw, again taking his time, talking as he throws.
After Trib throws his dagger for the last time, he reaches into his pouch and removing his last gold coin tosses it to Tirra. "Two out of three, as good as you are I'm lucky to have thrown three times." Turning to leave, he turns back quickly, as if having a thought. "So as not to be a sore loser, let me offer my assistant, My man here," nodding and winking to Namtar, "We are done for the evening. If your are also, would you like some help getting your drunken friend back to where ever you are staying. I think Namtar could handle him. It seems the least we could do." Smiling, looking from Tirra, to the unconscious giant then to Namtar, hoping his friend understands. 'Go with it, go with it, we can find out where they are staying...'
Since the others had chosen their places to visit, Amarekashu headed to the Spinning Knife to see what he can find. It wasn't the usual sort of place he went to, but then, it was a new experience and well worth trying. Perhaps he would find something new there.
Sumbar and Lugal engaged in mostly empty small talk, but Sumbar departed from it often to make pointed references to families, misfortune, and business failures. Each time, Lugal remained strictly correct and polite.
"Did the wizard every make his way over?" Sumbar said after a while.
"Zummabu? You know he barely comes here," Lugal said innocently.
"You're wits have wondered, old boy. The new wizard, that came with the elf and the champion," Sumbar said, not at all amused.
"Ah yes, Kassu," Lugal said, pretending to ignore the Pit Lord's tone. "You have dealings with him?"
"That's none of it," Sumbar said. "Best a man stays in formed when wizards move about. Those sorts make opportunities."
"He came. He's a good player," Lugal said.
"And nothing about his business?" Sumbar pressed. "He sat silent the whole while?"
"Oh no, nothing of the sort. We spoke of the theory of the game," Lugal said, loftily. "The heavens, the hells, the significance of the pieces. What does it mean that the hero may move on the triangle into the Earth or Air? He had a fine hero. Dwarf work."
"Isn't that a wonder?"
"Ask his friends. I hear they talk easily enough."
"The oaf and his whore!" Sumbar snorted.
"Then ask him. He said he would come again, probably in the afternoon."
Arundel considers speaking up at this and trying to find out more, but pauses for a moment, using his gifts of foresight to determine if now would be a good time to speak up about the wizard.
Getting the feeling that it would not go over all together well, the elf holds his mouth and simply continues to watch as the game progresses. Hopefully, he could lurk long enough for this Kassu to show back up.
Regin steps forward. Good evening. I am newly arrived from the Two Tears and I'm looking for a few grows I saw from afar on my journey in. Could you tell me if you've seen them?
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'Well, I didn't expect to keep the gold anyway.' Watching in disbelief as Tirra throws five bull's-eye's. "Nice throw, your very talented." nodding at the drunken oaf, "I'm glad the drunk one isn't in charge, hopefully this Kassu knows his way around, I hear the Stirgenest, can be a problem, let alone a river crossing." Looking again at how well she threw, "Not that you can't handle a few stirges."
Trib readies to throw, again taking his time, talking as he throws.
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After Trib throws his dagger for the last time, he reaches into his pouch and removing his last gold coin tosses it to Tirra. "Two out of three, as good as you are I'm lucky to have thrown three times." Turning to leave, he turns back quickly, as if having a thought. "So as not to be a sore loser, let me offer my assistant, My man here," nodding and winking to Namtar, "We are done for the evening. If your are also, would you like some help getting your drunken friend back to where ever you are staying. I think Namtar could handle him. It seems the least we could do." Smiling, looking from Tirra, to the unconscious giant then to Namtar, hoping his friend understands. 'Go with it, go with it, we can find out where they are staying...'
Namtar grunts and loosens his muscles, ready to lift the massive warrior and obey his "little master"
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'Well, I didn't expect to keep the gold anyway.' Watching in disbelief as Tirra throws five bull's-eye's. "Nice throw, your very talented." nodding at the drunken oaf, "I'm glad the drunk one isn't in charge, hopefully this Kassu knows his way around, I hear the Stirgenest, can be a problem, let alone a river crossing."
"Kassu makes the decisions and pays me. Abilsin just thinks he's in charge," Tirra said with a smile. She collected her coins gracefully.
After Trib throws his dagger for the last time, he reaches into his pouch and removing his last gold coin tosses it to Tirra. "Two out of three, as good as you are I'm lucky to have thrown three times." Turning to leave, he turns back quickly, as if having a thought. "So as not to be a sore loser, let me offer my assistant, My man here," nodding and winking to Namtar, "We are done for the evening. If your are also, would you like some help getting your drunken friend back to where ever you are staying. I think Namtar could handle him. It seems the least we could do." Smiling, looking from Tirra, to the unconscious giant then to Namtar, hoping his friend understands. 'Go with it, go with it, we can find out where they are staying...'
"I was just going to leave him here for the day, but suit yourself. We're at the Sleeping Hin," she said.
Since the others had chosen their places to visit, Amarekashu headed to the Spinning Knife to see what he can find. It wasn't the usual sort of place he went to, but then, it was a new experience and well worth trying. Perhaps he would find something new there.
Amarekashu found the Spinning Knife on the far side of Dalath, near the garrison. It was a plain building, but kept up with care. Even the dirt out front looked swept. A knife as long as a man's arm hung from a metal post jutting from the wall, turning slowly in Dalath's breeze.
Despite the early hour, voices wafted out into the street. Within he found a simple common room with utilitarian tables and stools, laid out in neat lines. A half-dozen foreign soldiers sat around one, dicing. No one bothered to look up when he entered.
Getting the feeling that it would not go over all together well, the elf holds his mouth and simply continues to watch as the game progresses. Hopefully, he could lurk long enough for this Kassu to show back up.
About half an hour later, after much conversation that Lugal clearly found just as tedious as Arundel did, a man in white robes stepped into the parlor just as Sumbar was packing up his pieces. Lugal went over to greet him, taking the chance to skip the usual pleasantries with the Pit Lord.
"Master Kassu, such a pleasure to see you again!"
"Thank you, Lugal. Just as I expected, my companions have detained me. Would you happen to-" his eyes fell on Arundel. "An elf! It is a pleasure, sir," Kassu said, bowing very slightly. He rose and stopped himself. "Oh course, forgive me." he held out his hand in the custom of the foreigners, showing a ring bearing an eight-pointed star as he did.
Regin steps forward. Good evening. I am newly arrived from the Two Tears and I'm looking for a few grows I saw from afar on my journey in. Could you tell me if you've seen them?
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The woman listened to Regin's descriptions and nodded to herself.
"The big one hurt four of my girls. If you see him, tell him he is not welcome here. The Goddess' wrath is roused on him."
Amarekashu nodded that no one looked. No one knew him. He had no respect here. This was right and proper. He smiled slightly to himself. It was possible this would change.
The fact there were so many foreign troops here meant that there was less chance of spotting the ones he was looking for unless they drew attention to themselves. If they were loud enough, though, simply being here would be enough to make them stand out. This did not look like the kind of place that saw much flamboyance. Looking down at his own elegant silken robes and gems, he shrugged. He stood out as well, but it would be interesting to see.
Moving to the bar, he sat. "Barkeep. I thirst for something with both flavour and kick. What do you have in...brandies?"
"I was just going to leave him here for the day, but suit yourself. We're at the Sleeping Hin," she said.
Namtar grunts and slings the naked champion across his shoulders. He stoops and picks up the warrior's belt and gear as well. "One day, we shall test each other." He could almost hear the crowd cheering as they beat each other near to death in the pits, their blood staining the sands red.
Moving to the bar, he sat. "Barkeep. I thirst for something with both flavour and kick. What do you have in...brandies?"
The barkeep, a grizzled man with a missing hand, hauled out a heavy jug. "It's not that, but it'll get you drunk."
he held out his hand in the custom of the foreigners, showing a ring bearing an eight-pointed star as he did.
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Namtar grunts and slings the naked champion across his shoulders. He stoops and picks up the warrior's belt and gear as well. "One day, we shall test each other." He could almost hear the crowd cheering as they beat each other near to death in the pits, their blood staining the sands red.
"I was just going to leave him here for the day, but suit yourself. We're at the Sleeping Hin," she said.
the sleeping Peck, that makes it easier than following them, Good Namtar, figured it out, he is proving to be invaluable, I couldn't have done without him.' Nodding approvingly as Namtar scoops up the big man, he holds the door as they leave, following the woman.
Smiling as he hears Namtar's whispering challenge Trib nods his head in agreement 'hopefully sooner than later' Escorting The woman all the way to their rooms, Trib offers, "Which room is he in, we can dump him in there and be on our way."
Smiling as he hears Namtar's whispering challenge Trib nods his head in agreement 'hopefully sooner than later' Escorting The woman all the way to their rooms, Trib offers, "Which room is he in, we can dump him in there and be on our way."
"Top of the stairs, second room on the left," Tirra said, unconcerned. "Just drop him in there. Head first so you don't damage anything he's using."
The halflings working at the Peck watched Trib and Namtar go by with their burden, not saying anything.
Once in the room, Tribim shuts the door, and whispers to Namtar smiling. "keep one eye on tha door and tha other on tha big guy, I'm going to look around. Tribim quickly searches the room and carefully casts detect magic on the big guys gear.
Namtar glowers at the pecks working in the inn as he follows Tribim up the stairs. Slaves talked, no one seemed to remember that.
If he's intimidating enough, maybe they will remember their place and stay silent. He stomps up the stairs behind Tribim to the warrior's room and tosses the man on the bed.
He stands, hands near his weapons, waiting for Tribim to tell him what to do next. As he stands, he surveys the area, looking for any threats and keeping an ear out for anyone approachign from behidn.
Aye, Sir.
"Master Kassu, such a pleasure to see you again!"
"Thank you, Lugal. Just as I expected, my companions have detained me. Would you happen to-" his eyes fell on Arundel. "An elf! It is a pleasure, sir," Kassu said, bowing very slightly. He rose and stopped himself. "Oh course, forgive me." he held out his hand in the custom of the foreigners, showing a ring bearing an eight-pointed star as he did.
Arundel takes the man's hand in his and shakes it. "My name is Arundel, it is a pleasure to meet you sir. I take it you are Master Kassu? Lugal spoke very highly of your skill in the game" he says, gesturing toward the dragonchess board, "I was hoping to have the chance to watch you play. I'm something of a student of the game myself, though I'm still in the early stages of learning just yet. I take it you are new to town? What brings you to our fair city?"
Namtar thoroughly cowed the slaves. With Abilsin deposited in his room, Trib shut the door and the two began a thorough search. The room held the large man's armor, tooled leather with studs that highlighted his muscles, a two-handed blade, a crossbow, and three bronze vials. Two had blue marks on their stoppers. The third bore a red mark. The vials shone with magic under Trib's divination.
Tossed in a drawer, they found a scroll bearing a crude map of the region with the road from Unthalass marked out and the Smoking Mountains noted as holding "many treasures" in a careful hand. Smaller marks distinguished the Stirgenest and a few other tombs across the river. Dalath bore the legend "mining town and second empire observatory".
mwk greatsword
mwk light crossbow
20 bolts
studded leather
that big belt of his, which you would have to get off him
55gp
3 potions (2 cure moderate, 1 remove paralysis)
Arundel takes the man's hand in his and shakes it. "My name is Arundel, it is a pleasure to meet you sir. I take it you are Master Kassu? Lugal spoke very highly of your skill in the game" he says, gesturing toward the dragonchess board, "I was hoping to have the chance to watch you play. I'm something of a student of the game myself, though I'm still in the early stages of learning just yet. I take it you are new to town? What brings you to our fair city?"
"Lugal is far too kind," Kassu said, smiling pleasantly. "As to my business, you must know already. Our champion enjoys boasting and word travels fast. We go to the Stirgenest, as soon as he's sober. I hope you don't think less of him; we all have our pleasures. Abilsin is a great man, blessed by our God-King. Great men have great appetites. It is the way of things. I hope to find some remnant of Second Empire magic there. Our workings of old are nothing against the accomplishments of your distinguished people, but they are a height we have fallen from all the same. My greatest aspiration is to return to our Empire some of those glories. Once, we stood against Thayd the Necromancer. Now we cower at his red robes in our ports and hope a good price for our slaves. It is an indignity to our people, to depend so on godless rebels."
"These are dark times," Sumbar said, shouldering his way in by main bulk. He nodded to himself, "A gentleman of your talents is wasted on Dalath, but we welcome you all the same."
"That is very kind. Thank you," Kassu said, turning promptly back to Arundel. "I don't mean to presume, but would you happen to be a student of history or the Art? I have starved for learned conversation since leaving the City of Gems. Meaning no disrespect to you, Lugal."
"No, no it's true," Lugal said, waving the matter off. "I am a simple man; I think only of the game. The gods did not make a scholar of me."
The woman listened to Regin's descriptions and nodded to herself.
"The big one hurt four of my girls. If you see him, tell him he is not welcome here. The Goddess' wrath is roused on him."
He hurt them? - the Dwarf seemed annoyed. Even more than his usual annoyed face - What did they do, ma'am? Would you happen to know where we can find 'em?
He pulls a coin - a golden one! - and extends it to the woman. A vengeful woman is more dangerous than a white dragon breathing cold, and he hoped for a moment to have found an unlikely ally. Yet, he knew coins were great to make tongues dance the right music.
"I don't mean to presume, but would you happen to be a student of history or the Art? I have starved for learned conversation since leaving the City of Gems. "
Arundel nods his head at this and responds "As it happens, I am a student of both, though I haven't been studying as long as some. Historical matters are something of a hobby of mine. Are you a student of history as well as the Art? It pleases me to meet someone of such similar interests. Is it your studies that have brought you to seek out the Stirgenest? I have not been out there myself."
For his part, Regin's look turns dark. Harming the godesses' girls was a grave transgression and would need to be dealt with.
Have you reported this to the priests, yet? Would you like me to report it? he offers.
Namtar thoroughly cowed the slaves. With Abilsin deposited in his room, Trib shut the door and the two began a thorough search. The room held the large man's armor, tooled leather with studs that highlighted his muscles, a two-handed blade, a crossbow, and three bronze vials. Two had blue marks on their stoppers. The third bore a red mark. The vials shone with magic under Trib's divination.
Tossed in a drawer, they found a scroll bearing a crude map of the region with the road from Unthalass marked out and the Smoking Mountains noted as holding "many treasures" in a careful hand. Smaller marks distinguished the Stirgenest and a few other tombs across the river. Dalath bore the legend "mining town and second empire observatory".
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Namtar wistfully eyes the belt on the warrior. One day, I will have a belt like this. I will be the Champion of Unthalas!
Namtar wistfully eyes the belt on the warrior. One day, I will have a belt like this. I will be the Champion of Unthalas!
He hurt them? - the Dwarf seemed annoyed. Even more than his usual annoyed face - What did they do, ma'am? Would you happen to know where we can find 'em?
He pulls a coin - a golden one! - and extends it to the woman. A vengeful woman is more dangerous than a white dragon breathing cold, and he hoped for a moment to have found an unlikely ally. Yet, he knew coins were great to make tongues dance the right music.
The coin vanished. "The rough one went off toward the Pit. Fit place for his sort. May the Lioness of the Heavens find him there."
For his part, Regin's look turns dark. Harming the godesses' girls was a grave transgression and would need to be dealt with.
Have you reported this to the priests, yet? Would you like me to report it? he offers.
"It's been tended to. There's a curse coming for him, to be sure. If she chooses some mortals to carry it out...we're all slaves to the gods."
Arundel nods his head at this and responds "As it happens, I am a student of both, though I haven't been studying as long as some. Historical matters are something of a hobby of mine. Are you a student of history as well as the Art? It pleases me to meet someone of such similar interests. Is it your studies that have brought you to seek out the Stirgenest? I have not been out there myself."
"I am and they have, more the Art than the history but with both in mind. Come, we must play," he motioned toward a table, ignoring the quietly fuming Sumbar. "I will not begrudge a beginner his mistakes or insist upon wagering."
"If you lack your own pieces, master, the house can provide you with a set for a time and a small consideration," Lugal said smoothly.
Regin bows slightly and crosses his hands over his chest, a gesture of honor for the goddess. I am glad to hear it. Thank you for your time.
He politely takes his leave then turns to his dwarven companion, My gut says some of our fellows have probably run into this one. Let's go check out the spinning blade. Maybe we'll run into the others.
"I am and they have, more the Art than the history but with both in mind. Come, we must play," he motioned toward a table, ignoring the quietly fuming Sumbar. "I will not begrudge a beginner his mistakes or insist upon wagering."
"If you lack your own pieces, master, the house can provide you with a set for a time and a small consideration," Lugal said smoothly.
Arundel nods agreeably at this. "By all means, I would be glad to play a round, though I fear I won't give you the best of challenges; I do not have my own set, unfortunately, so borrowing a set would be needed."
As the board is prepared and they take their places, the elf asks "My understanding is that most of the tombs in the area, including I would assume the Stirgenest, have been pretty well picked over in decades past. What leads you to believe that there is more yet to be found there?"
'Wow a map, and enough gold to make it worth the risk.' After searching the room, Tribim looks at his big friend Namtar, "I really think we should take tha map, an' cover up our covert motives by takin' a few other things as well." He holds up the gold and the vials, smiling and puts them in his pockets. "I'm not sure we should take anythin' obvious, tha staff may have ta attempt ta turn us in.'
'That's all too big for me to use anyway.' Looking at the nice sword and crossbow, Tribim shrugs his shoulders, "I guess if you want tha weapons I can't blame ya, fer what it's worth I'll split tha gold and potions with ya."
Trib looks around quickly, 'we want this to look like a simple burglary. Making sure he doesn't mention who they are associated with in case someone is listening. "What ever were doin' lets do it so we can get back ta tha compound with tha "stuff"."
Regin bows slightly and crosses his hands over his chest, a gesture of honor for the goddess. I am glad to hear it. Thank you for your time.
He politely takes his leave then turns to his dwarven companion, My gut says some of our fellows have probably run into this one. Let's go check out the spinning blade. Maybe we'll run into the others.
Regin and Dommer make their way to the Spinning Knife, where they find Amarekashu sitting at the bar.
Arundel nods agreeably at this. "By all means, I would be glad to play a round, though I fear I won't give you the best of challenges; I do not have my own set, unfortunately, so borrowing a set would be needed."
"Of course," Lugal said. "I ask only a small consideration for the fav-"
Kassu held up his hand to cut Lugal off, "None of that. His only payment due is the conversation. I'll settle the rest." Lugal nodded and produced a well-used, rather plain set which looked quite inadequate next to Kassu's pieces.
As the board is prepared and they take their places, the elf asks "My understanding is that most of the tombs in the area, including I would assume the Stirgenest, have been pretty well picked over in decades past. What leads you to believe that there is more yet to be found there?"
"I'm sure you know the explosion," Kassu said as he moved his first piece. He then began a lengthy, quite technical, disquisition about the ways powerful magical discharges might interact with standing effects and spell-fields, or empower long-depleted sources of energy whilst also twisting their Art in unpredictable ways. It might have sundered wards, broken illusions, or otherwise revealed new parts of the tomb.
"It's probably a fool's errand, but you never know until you look. Have you been out there yourself?
Tribim and Namtar take the long way, ducking behind buildings and avoiding the busier streets as much as possible as they leave the Peck. Between discretion and having to wait for passing eyes to finish passing, it took them a quarter hour to return to Zummabu's tower.
Namtar smiles at the offer of sharing the gold. Thank you, my Master will be pleased that his slave has earned him even more gold. Then, he grins and picks up the warrior's weapons and armor. I, Master. My weapons are enough, but, as you say, if we take these, we look like thieves. He laughs and quietly turns over a few chairs and lays cloaks and sacks on the floor. That should work, yes? Once more, he wistfully eyes that belt. I will not take the belt, Master. I will win it in the Pits, in honor of the Father of Victories. It would make them remember my face even more.
When we leave, should I act like your warrior, Master, or a laborer?
[ooc]If Trib answers as a laborer, Namtar wills trip naked and bundle all the gear into a sack on his back. As soon as they're outside, he'll splash himself with dust and mud to make himself look like a common draft slave. If Trib says a warrior, he'll stay armed, but bundle only the stolen gear and then heel Trib like a loyal warrior slave guarding his master's agent.[/b]
Amarekashu sniffed at the contents of the jug. So long as he didn't collapse and start to choke, he took a draught of the mix. He had no desire to get drunk here, but he needed to keep up appearances.
Turning with the jug in hands, he looked out over the bar to see if their was anyone of obvious interest who matched one of the descriptions.
Amarekashu sniffed at the contents of the jug. So long as he didn't collapse and start to choke, he took a draught of the mix. He had no desire to get drunk here, but he needed to keep up appearances.
Turning with the jug in hands, he looked out over the bar to see if their was anyone of obvious interest who matched one of the descriptions.
Amarekashu didn't see anyone that looked much like a large man with a large belt, and certainly no half-elves. A few were women, but all humans or dwarves. One man in robes was present, but they were blood red, came with a steel skullcap that must be very uncomfortable, and the build of a fighting man.
And he also saw Dommer and Regin come in.
Tribim thinks about Namtar's question for a moment, "We should look tha same as we did comin' in as goin' out, that way if someone was ta be watchin' we wouldn't look different. Oh, and you can call me Tribim or Trib if ya prefer, but don't call me master, if it was up ta me there wouldn't be any more master and slave, just people bein' people."
Namtar glowers when Tirb talks about not having slaves, or not being called master. As you wish. He puts his kilt and sandals back on, and hefts his bundle. How do we leave?
need to watch what I say, don't want to upset his sensibilities.' Noting Namtar's glower, Trib shrugs his shoulders "I think going out tha way we came in would be best. Folks saw us come in, they expect ta see us leave. If they are payin' attention they'll notice tha bundle, but we can deal with that when it happens." Once Namtar is ready, trib opens the door and carefully looks out into the hallway.