When Strigala gets up the next morning, she yawns and then looks herself in the mirror. And then she nods; it's time to get dangerous.
Then begins the dressing; putting on the underclothes she chose for the day before she grabs her traveler's shirt for wearing beneath the armor. Then the armor itself, with each buckle carefully fastened into place, each strap tightened just right, the armor and cloth carefully smoothed as she dons it. Overall, it takes her a good half-hour to put on that armor. And then, finished with that portion, she grabs her hooded cloak and ties it on before beginning to add the belt and belt pouch. She ends by sheathing her morningstar and strapping the buckler on her left hand.
Then, finished and glad to be out of that succubus costume, she turns to head for the stairs, descending them into the main room. She stops to look around, making certain everyone can see her, before walking over to the bar. As she walks, she very clearly looks in all directions; not really doing any perceptive looking as much as making it clear that she is on security detail and the armor is not for show. Once in there, she waves to those present and wanders over to the bar to see who is present. For right now, she's searching for breakfast.
At the bar Strigala sees Volk sitting on the bench in an upright fetal position-esque arrangement sipping what seems to be coffee. There is no food as of yet as if he is waiting on it. His eyes still have the same constant dark underlines as before, but for the most part he seems the same as when you first met him. Once you come within view ou notice his eyes follow you to your eat before disengaging and moving back to the coffee; he takes a sip.
Not changing his positioning at all and staring at his drink he speaks " You look...pretty today as well, the armor is much more functional though. I spoke with Shade last night.. she was fun. What brings you here? Food like me? Are you going to work in that today? Actually... what all is needed? I can only watch for cheaters.. that's about it. " A flurry of questions bombard Strigala before ending on a more weird note " Things move around you.. that doesnt seem normal.. "
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Shade looks at volk as he speaks to her.
you're not my type, too tall. Or do you want to actually talk?
She looks at him closely.
if you're actually lonely, you should get used to it. We're all lonely. It's a matter of trust. Too little of it around here.
Volk looked down to Shade, he cocked his head to the side unsure of what she meant. " What do you mean, 'type'? What does my height have to do with it? I simply asked to talk, yes. I there a different type of talking? " His eyes list over Shade's form.
Shade looks at the strange man and thinks.
saying you are lonely and want to talk is a way of asking for intimate company. But if you want to talk...what about?
Volk blinks for a moment as his mind registers the comment repeated back to him. was that trully what he asked for? better yet, was that what he wanted, Volk wasn't sure on either side, erring on caution. " Well... you are.. pretty.. I guess.. Uhh no.. huggable?.. but not what I meant I think. We can talk about... anything.. I was just.. lonely.. I don't like to be alone, then the darkness comes. So it can be you.. or you can ask questions.. about me, maybe? " The man seemed.. awkward at best.
ok then. Why are you doing this job? Working for saul i mean. It doesn't seem to be a thing you would seek out
Volk began to talk.. then thought better about that and imply flopped on his arse so that they were about eye level " Much better, easier to concentrate. "/b] He placed his legs up against his chest like normal. Thinking for a moment before speaking once again. [b]" I didn't seek him out, I need currency to further my goal, my goal is to destroy fiends, evil creatures. My goal requires more currency than I have. So I needed to find a way to get. This place had chance at that, so I took part in tourney to get more. I have no home so job seemed.. convenient. I know how to watch, how to kill, how to hide, how to study... you seem..similar somehow... A Job is a Job here... " Volk looked straight to Shade as if inviting more questions.
Shade leans against the wall and considers her reply
well, I need money like anyone, and my skill set is...focused shall we say. What I want to do is find out about that blot in the sky. Wait, fiends?
Shade stares at volk.
what do you mean fiends? Where? This isn't the world wound.
Volk nonchalantly raised his hand as a portal conjured out of the air near her and a dark purple spike lanced down into the ground before closing and leaving behind an shadowy wisp and purple crystalline residue on impact
" I got this.. because of a Fiend. I was young.. And then.. chaos.. screaming.. then the fiend.. It ate and more screaming. Then darkness.. lonely darkness and shadow. The light and I was.. in Riddleport.. I was.. bigger. What is.. World Wound? "
a land far away to the east, that is beset with demons. The land itself is ruined by their evil. Great crusades of nobles and knights of ready hand wage crusades against them, but all they can do is try to hold back the tide. shade waves her hand in a generally easterly direction as she talks.
it all started when the old god dropped dead over a century ago. They have been fighting all that time. Who was the old god? I save that for another time. I'm tired and need to sleep. I'll tell you more later. Sleep well volk, and maybe you won't be alone. Think of all those knights doing the same thing you want to.
With that shade seeks her bed, leaving volk to ponder on what he has heard.
Nodding at the half-orc, Kertria gives a smile that is just as forced. "Well, thank you. Now I know." Looking back at the pseudodragon, she gives the little thing a look of 'I don't know how to deal with him.'
Strigala nods to Volk as she spots him.
"Thank you," Strigala said while smiling. "I usually prefer to wear armor when working. Just in case things go wrong, like they did last night." She sighs. "That was a mess."
She looks to him and nods. "Yes. Looking for breakfast. I may have to cook. Hopefully, it won't come to that... Not exactly the best chef." She shrugs. "Never had to be. Most people had their reasons for not wanting me to cook."
She then chuckles at his questions. "I was sent out here to investigate the blot. I guess they got tired of my practical jokes back home... And I think I'll work security, so having this on helps. We definitely need security... I don't know about the rest. Have to ask Saul on that."
She then sighs as he mentions things moving. "We all have our blessings... and our curses. For me, both are a lot more literal. I am blessed with power from the gods themselves... and cursed to be ever-followed by spirits that hate me. They would do more if they could, I am sure."
She then looks to him. "What brings you here?"
Volk pondered on Shade's words and a place of demons.. he would have gone on a bloodcraze. Once he went back to sleep the Darkness still came, the thought of the Worldwound seemingly caused a greater effect.
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Volk tilted his head. Women, he noticed, were strange beings indeed. " Compliments are standard for developing relationships I am told. As for breakfast we may have to cook. If you did.. I would eat every bit, I am sure it taste fine as long as you put effort into it. " His deadfish eyes wandered from the nape of her neck to the right arm for no particular reason, as if observing an odd movement.
" I just wish to hunt fiends.. and a particular one.. it is black.. has flame swords... and dead eyes. This is just a job... maybe I will ask Saul on what to do.. I assumed as a worker.. you knew. Blessings and curses are subjective.. But I think I am both too. " Volk sagged back into his knees touching his chin.
" You are actually interested in me? My comment on your breasts did not deter you? Also, the bodies are gone , did you have anything to do with that? " His eyes loo back to her face.. now focusing on her lips.
After Kertria smiles back at the Half-Orc, he takes one last bite of his turkey leg before he gets up from the table.
"Goodnight new blood." he says as he leaves.
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Before long Strigala and Volk here footsteps on the stairs before Saul makes his appearance along with a large Half-Orc.
"Oh good some of you are already awake. I've told Laurer to work on breakfast. Why don't you two go and wake the others and meet us in the staff room."
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After has finished the mead, and the ... interesting conversation with the half orc. He wishes Kertria a good night. He climbs back up to the rafters above. He finds a spot that he won't fall from and at the wand that Volk had retrieved earlier. And slowly lets the himself fall asleep.
In the morning he will let Volk know that he is still there with a Hello Mr. Whippets
Shade slips in quietly and has some breakfast.
Lilica would spend the initial part of her morning in her room, organizing the gear from last night once more. She would wait for Gabsen to wake up before doing much of anything else, reading her Blue Book if he took a while.
Finding her dreams no longer plagued by thoughts of the Blot, Kertria rises. Finding that the pheasant kept her from needing to eat right away, she drops to her knees and begins meditating at the side of her bed, her spellbook laid out before her.
Once readied, she rises and dons her chainshirt, her clothes being worn over it.
Walking outside, she pulls her blade and begins chanting in Elven as she does her morning blade dance ritual.
Strigala smiles to Volk. "I'm looking for a friend. If anything beyond that happens, it happens. If it doesn't, then it doesn't. That is up to the gods to decide." She then glances at the empty air around her head. "They certainly will have their will."
She considers what he says for a moment, then sighs. "Hunting a fiend in particular... I take it you have history with this creature. I will aid you. Taking down evil creatures and making the world a better place is something we should all strive for. And helping take out one who has earned personal enmity is also good."
She stands up, ready to head in to try to cook, only to stop as Saul comes in. Figuring his timing is an act of the gods to save the people in this place from Strigala's attempts at producing edible food, she sends a silent prayer of thanks their way and nods to what he says.
She waves hello to Nel as she heads to wake those not present. She stops to knock on the doors for Lilica and Gabsen.
"Saul wants to see us in the meeting room, when you are ready," she announces at each before moving on.
She is surprised to see Kertria headed out and turns to follow the woman, curious as to what the elf is up to. Upon seeing Kertia is performing a morning ritual, she nods, then walks up and makes a small noise with her throat to announce her presence without interrupting the woman.
"Saul wants to see us in the meeting room. I'll let him know you'll be there when you are ready."
She then heads for the meeting room, looking to see if Saul is there.
"Some are on their way, some are busy and will be here soon. We each have our morning routines."
Gabsen is an early riser. As he's not really used to what should be called post coital intimacy, he leaves the bed as soon as Lilica is awake too.
When she's looking at all the stuff they got from the bodies last night, Gabsen watches her intensely while doing his morning exercices routine, push ups and calisthenics, until his naked body is gleaming with sweat.
Casually, he says
I saw you got whipped too. You got many scars on your back.
If Lilica starts answering, he will listen to her speech before having his way with her again.
If she doesn't answer, he will waste no time listening, and use her to satisfy his morning lust again.
Then he will wash, get his clothes on, and walk down the stairs
Gabsen will get into the kitchen, grab something to eat. If he sees the dark mage or the drakebeast, he will ignore them.
Then he will got outside for an hour or so, to get his own equipment, and comes back fully armored.
Gabsen walks the Golden Goblin, inside and outside, and the streets around it, making a mental note of everything useful to defend the place, getting any strategical information, seeing any special strengths and weaknesses of the building.
Then he will search for Strigala, until he finds her in a place he can speak to her alone
Listen, girl, I want to know a few things. My world is a grim one, and I don't need no fairy tale. You told me earlier you were a soldier's daughter. Is that true? Don't try to pull wool on my eyes, my pretty-faced liar. I know you can twist words and bluff nearly anyone, as you showed when you lied to the thugs about the chest yesterday. I want to know if I can trust you, when we'll be deep in sh*t, because believe me, we WILL be deep in sh*t, sooner or later. And if I have to step on a few heads to get outta the sh*t, I'll do it, I already know on whose heads I'll step on, in fact.
I want to know if you're worth my trust, if you're one of the few, if not the only one, I'll give my hand to get outta the sh*t. You healed my wounds, and for a true soldier that's a pretty big deal. I'm already more than half ready to trust you. All I ask is the truth, right here, right now. I know that if you lied to me yesterday, it was to pretend we shared something, so I could listen to you and get calm. I want you no harm.So, again, was your father a soldier, or not?
After has finished the mead, and the ... interesting conversation with the half orc. He wishes Kertria a good night. He climbs back up to the rafters above. He finds a spot that he won't fall from and at the wand that Volk had retrieved earlier. And slowly lets the himself fall asleep.
In the morning he will let Volk know that he is still there with a Hello Mr. Whippets
After Ternock has had his fill of the mead, and the ... riveting conversation with the half orc... He wishes Kertria a good night and thanks her for her assistance. He then climbs back up to the rafters above.
He will then make his way around the Golden Goblin being sneaky and such. He looks for some parchment and an inkpen. No doubt on the reception desk. He then writes on the parchment and folds it. Then carefully sneaks up to Sauls bedroom and slides the note under the door. After completing this task he will find a nice spot in the rafters thats out of sight and slowly drift off to sleep.
Hello Mr. Vancaskerkin
You have no doubt heard of me being mentioned. The dragon that a few spoke of last evening. My name is Ternock. I was Balthazars friend and companion. (The Orc that died yesterday) As such I am looking for work now. If you would like to use my talents to better protect your establishment, such as spy on a certain individual perhaps? I could do that. If you would like to talk in private to discuss this further please flip a coin three times at breakfast tomorrow, then vacate back to your quarters once you have had your fill and talked to the others, as no doubt you will.
If not then that is fine but you will be passing up a rare opportunity for a great employee.
Scincerly, Ternock
P.S. Bring a medium rare steak up with you!
In the morning he will let Volk know that he is still there with a Hello Mr. Whippets
After which he shall await Sauls next move.
"He is a soldier in Absalom. I used to play with the children of his commanding officer. And if he were here right now, he and I would be discussing which gutter to leave your cooling corpse in for daring approach me this way. And I would be lecturing him about how he used to remind me blood rusts metal for running you through with a sword."
She then narrows her eyes.
"And if you think that acting this way is how you find out who you can trust, you're going to find out you can trust no one and end up lying dead in a gutter some day. And not everyone who is armed like I am has the restraint to not bury the head of a morningstar in your face and let that be their reply."
She shakes her head and sighs as she calms down. "If you want people to trust you, don't approach them that way. Because if they can't trust you, then you can't trust them. Trust is a two-way street, and right now you're burning it like a dragon in a tailor shop."
Slowly stopping her routine, she acknowledges Strigala. "I'll be there in a few minutes. The ritual is nearly done." Redoubling her efforts, she drowns out the sound of the world around, letting only the slicing of the sword through the air ring in her ears.
Finishing with an upward slash, the tip pointing at the Blot, she sheathes it and glares at the odd darkness. "I'll figure you out yet." She turns and heads in, going to the room Strigala informed her to.
Yeah, you're right. The army didn't teach me good manners and etiquette. I'm a bit too much gruff and rough, and I don't know how to act around civilians. Or girls. Never could be an officer either. So I'll deliver my message loud and clear: I'm sorry. Didn't want to startle you. I trust you,and I'll do my best to help you stay alive.
He salutes fiercely and turns on his heels before walking away
Saul smiles as the last enters the room, "Ah good were all accounted for then"
Indicating to the massive Half-Orc some of you have seen before to his right, he says "This here is Bojask. He runs the fighting pits here at the Gold Goblin, and is my personal guard. If there is a better son of a b$+$@ in Riddleport with a sword, I ain't met em."
"Laurer, our floor manager should be in shortly with breakfast. He'll be the one overseeing your work, so if you have any questions be sure to see him and I'm sure he'll find a place for you."
Almost immediately afterward a short dwarf makes his way into the room with a large cart and he passes out dishes to everyone at the table. "Ah, here he is now. " says Saul.
The food placed before you looks extremely dubious, you can't even tell what exactly it is supposed to be.
Looking at Saul and Bojask, neither seem to mind and have already started to eat.
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Ternock stationed above in the rafters looks awestruck in horror at the food presented. At least the mead is imported... Hopefully... He thinks to himself as he repositions himself after almost falling off the support beam he was resting on.
Well Jiggles I think id like to try your cooking before... whatever that is... I have eaten many awful things in my life, but I knew what I was eating at least.
Volk thought on Srigala's words and repeated them to himself " a friend... beyond that..aid me " over and over again.
The sound of a familiar voice pinged in his mind " Oh. hello Ternock, you are still alive.. again I am sorry for your.. loss. "
Once everyone had suddenly appeared it seemed he had awaken from a Trance. he looks to the items suddenly appearing in front of them and without thought eats it. You could not waste food.
"Those are the marks that led me to my religion. When I was not affiliated with the church, I had a pimp who would break out a whip at the slightest provocation or problem on my part. Eventually, I ensured that he got what he truly deserved. Does that sate your curiosity?"
She would hold her displeasure for a short while longer, but it eventually faded when Gabsen approached for sins of the flesh once again. The morning would proceed normally after that, with Lilica eventually proceeding down the stairs.
The first thing that everyone would be able to notice was that Lilica was wearing her Coat... And nothing else. She would sit down at the table with the others, crossing her legs to prevent from giving the others a free show. She spent a brief moment looking at the food in front of her as she listened to Saul. After a moment of deliberation, the elf would grab a fork. Eating something like that had to count as a form of self-torture. Especially since she knew for a fact that she wouldn't be able to stomach it.
"I trust you too. And I'll have your back. And, sometime, I have to tell you some stories about my father and why he doesn't like crossbows. He also was a bit rough around the edges."
She turns, taking a moment to completely cal herself and smooth her armor, which really didn't need it, before heading to the meeting.
Once in the meeting room, she settles and smiles, though she eyes Bojak warily for a moment; she is not certain why a guard is needed around them, but keeps her peace.
Maybe he is paranoid after that attack? Not that I'd blame him.
And then she sees the meal that arrives. She gives a tiny sniff to see if she can figure out what it is, and raises a questioning eyebrow at the dish. Then, she turns towards the others, making certain not to eat it and instead just sip her drink for now.
And then she grins as she hears a familiar voice in her head.
She, of course, politely says nothing in front of Saul or the cook. It's just not right to speak rudely of offered hospitality.
Gabsen took Lilica's word at face value
Life on the streets are tough, I understand.Won't bother you with that anymore.
But I wonder why you don't want to help me get my own revenge if you got yourself whipped...I guess we're too much similar, getting an hard time to sympathise with other people's problems. We just do whatever we need to survive.
While the reunion takes place, Gabsen gets outside from some fresh air, keeping an eye on the street
There are no words to describe Laurer's cooking... Except... Delicious.
Although his meal is horrifying to look at, it's full of rich and bold flavors. For some of you this is the best meal you've had in months, for others possibly years, and for others maybe the best in your lives.
Laurer's cooking is so good you just can't stop eating, we'll past the point where you know you should stop. You can't put down the fork until you're full to bursting.
The meal is wholly satisfying and leaves you feeling up to whatever the day brings.
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Taking up a fork, Kertria follows suit with the others in eating the meal.
Contented, she places her utensils down with a grin on her face. "The meal was delicious, good Laurer."
Shade looks at the food dubiously, shrugs and starts to eat
Or not
Volk eats like a man who hadnt eaten well in a decade.. in which case it was completely true. Volk utterly devoured the meal and when it was not enough began to do so to other person's meals. He speaks in between eating , " *Munch Munch* This is what I would think Miss Strigala's Breasts taste like *Chew Swallow* What nibbling on Miss Lilica's Supple Ears would feel *Omnomnom* Sampling Miss Shade's lips.. *Crunch Grind* Miss Kertria's Well toned Thighs.. *Breath bite* So gloriously delicious, I haven't eaten in years! "
Volk eventually devolves into eating sounds until the wisp of a man seemed.. well filled out from the meal showing a little muscle even. He patted his stomach. " So..full.. but.. still not satisfied.. oh well " His eyes loose their excitement and lazily list to the Cook.
" That was great... Tell me what job I can do now.. I need to work this off. "
Shade finds herself eating until her plate was empty, then licking it, then looking like she is going to eat the plate.
Now she is uncomfortably full. Not something she is use to on the streets.
Strigala coughs a bit as she almost chokes on her drink at Volk's words. She shakes her head then, and goes back to drinking... sips, this time. Just in case.
Volk quirked his head to the side as Strigala seemed to have coughing fits. " Are you alright Miss Strigala? You should try the food it's amazing... I promise "
Laurer blushes at the compliments he received from Kertria and bows his head to her.
"Laurer here's family are cooks for a bunch of Varisian nobles." said Saul.
"He came through here on a ship a few years back, got drunk, and decided to bed Padomae and skip on paying."
"Naturally she didn't let him return to his ship. I was out at the park with my mistress the following morning when she drug his beaten body to the square to perform the standard method of execution for those who slight the whores of Riddleport."
"The screams were making it impossible to have any sort of fun of my own. So I paid his debt and he's worked for me ever since."
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Shade considered what Saul said. Riddleport was a very unforgiving place in many ways. Laurer was very lucky.
Volk was concerned. Such brutality for mistakes, this place was terrible indeed and Saul seemed to have some type of heart at least. He looked to Laurer, then Bojask, then Saul. " Saul must be a kind master indeed. You saved his life and he repays in food that could sway Demons to stop fighting. He is indispensable and loyal. I assume Bojask is the same. Mister Saul you are a hero in some ways. "
A part of Lilica was vastly disappointed at the taste of the food. After all, she had embarked upon eating it in the first place because she thought that it would be what most people would consider an unpleasant endeavor. But nooooo, it had to be a damn luxury meal!
Oh well. There were ways to make anything hurt, if you set your mind to it. And after all, it wasn't like she could just refuse the meal, especially if she wanted to start undermining some of Saul's ingrained trust. So she ate until she felt full. And then she ate some more, until it seemed like the slightest movement was painful.
When she was done, a happy smile was upon Lilica's face. Even little acts of worship like that could hold her over for a while.
Volk looks to Lilica and blinks, " I like your smile.. Miss Lilica must have enjoyed the food then? Surprisingly delicious. " he gave an ignorant, seemingly forced smile.. one that is clearly not at home on his face as if he did not do so normally. He then stopped, remembering Shade's advice. " Ah, right smiling from me is creepy. I need to stop.. "
Kertria smiles at Saul, not sure what a 'whore' was per se, but knowing it must have something to do with this 'Padomae' lady.
"Well, Sir Saul, that sounds very kind of you. I would have probably drawn steel had I seen such a sight, but you had the wits to pay it off instead."
Turning to Volk, she smiles at him gently. "Don't stop. Your smile is... Endearing."
Volk is.. stunned for a second as he hears Kertria say that.. confused.. and elated. " ... It.. is? " Conflicting knowledge battled in Volk's head as one person said it was wrong, another said it was fine. Much like the breasts gift from that last night. One said no, then did so which gathered another.. and Volk had never been good with the female gender before. His face appeared as though one whose mind had not caught up with his actions.
Saul responds to Volk's inquiry on Bojask.
"Bojask's story is much simpler. You all might not know this, but here in Riddleport, if you're a Half-Orc, you belong to boss Croat."
"Croat also runs most of the killing work here in Riddleport too. Bojask here was one of his best, maybe, I would venture to say, his best assassin."
Saul sighs "Problem is, what do you do when your best killer refuses to hurt those who can't defend themselves? That's at least all the children in Riddleport and more than half the women alone."
"Croat's not in the business of moral high ground, you do as he says. So when his best killer comes and says he's hanging up the sword, Croat decides to make an example out of him."
"I happened to be going to see old Croatie at the time, I still owed him a bit of gold for having him rough up a shop owner who took out a loan from me two months prior."
"They had only broken his legs and arms at the time; an extra hundred gold pieces and I bought myself the deadliest damn cripple in all of Riddleport."
"A year goes by under my care and Bojask is back to fighting form, or as good as he could ever hope to regain. He's worked for me as my guard ever since."
Clapping his hands together Saul addresses the group at large.
"Now, onto some business for the day."
"As you'll no doubt hear once you hit the streets today, most of our staff quit last night and earlier this morning.. In fact, this staff meeting.. Is our current staff."
"Now I'm not worried, I've seen Laurer do more with less. But I'm devoting his time today to finding us some new blood willing to take a chance on this place after last night."
"But with Laurer per-occupied, his normal duties need attending too. What I need from you all is to run down to the bank for me and cash in this coin." says Saul as he chucks a large bag onto the table.
"100 gold pieces in there, get it broken down into 800 silver and 2000 copper."
"Plus it should give you some time to enjoy your new celebrity. I've already done a bit of walking around today and you're all the talk of the town this morning."
"Be careful though, fame isn't always a good thing here in Riddleport, believe me I know better than anyone."
Strigala nods as Saul speaks, reconsidering the cook a moment. And then she smiles as she hears exactly why he was working here. Well, Saul is pretty good. Saved someone, earned their loyalty.
She nods further as he discusses Bojask. Turning assassins into defenders... Is he certain he shouldn't move to another nation? Could use people skills like that in any number of places, and most of those would be a lot better than here. But, this is probably home; can't blame him for trying to make where he lives better.
She continues to listen even more, then stops for a moment as Saul mentions most of the staff quit. She nods to herself, sadly... and think blinks in surprise when he mentions sending the entire group to the bank to get some money and then return.
Why are you sending all of us? I would think you'd want people to guard this place. Just in case that crime lord you're thumbing your nose at decided to show you why you need to pay for protection.
She just sips her drink, even as she watches him and tries to figure out his motive and he continues to speak.
"This should be easy. Give us a chance to enjoy the sights, see the blot, and show anyone who tries to mess with us what happens when they come after your employees."
She makes certain to keep her words absolutely normal, revealing nothing of her suspicions. Even as she directs her thoughts to Ternock, hoping he is listening.
Volk shrugged and stood up, " I get it, we are a vanguard and you want to show us off? Alright. " Volk grabs the gold and places it in his bag looking to the rest. " He gave us a task and is paying us, I guess it is time to go. " Volk then turns not questioning the reason why and starting to leave the establishment to finish the job. " Are you all coming? "
Ternock is taken aback by the ravenous eating going on in the room. What sorcery is this? He thinks to himself as the group finishes the meal. He then listens to Saul speak to the group.
After which he begins to hear Strigala talk to him.