Shadow over Riddleport

Game Master Joana

"We cornered his drunken ass in the Goblin last time. This time, we won't show any mercy. We'll kill him for what he did to Larur, and then he'll tell us where Lil is." -- Braddon Hurst


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Female Human (Chelaxian)
Braddon Hurst wrote:

"I watch what I eat. I had half a dozen pastries when I woke up. I had a couple more after we killed those murdering cultists. I had some griddlecakes for a breakfast meeting. Went to the Publican for a drink. Had a three course meal of toast and fish soup, then fish and vegetables, with cake and lemon sauce for dessert at Shoreleave. Then came to find you working, so waited at the arena for you."

Braddon counts off the meals on his fingers.
"So, lead on to your favourite vendor. How was your day?"

"Murdering cultists?" she repeats, eyes wide. "And Shoreleave? My day was far less eventful than yours, from the sound of it." The pair retrace her steps back toward the neighborhood around the House of the Silken Veil.


Gristav wrote:
Gesturing Piccolo to an out-of-sight corner with tactical potential, Gristav goes to the door. Knocking in echo to the caller, he grins at the whimsy, then asks with a gruffness he doesn't feel, "State your name and purpose."

Snake rolls his eyes and simply shakes his head at Gristav's response. Why me? "Just open the &%** door."


Male Halfling Inquisitor of Calistria (Heretic archetype)

Listening and musing as he does, unattached hand idly smoothing his mustache and running through his tousled locks Phillip picks upon the key threads "If they were there to cut throats they likely wouldn't have knocked, and would've had fair enough chance after they were inside." a thread of remembrance hitting him before his eyes narrowed "Surely not..."

"The man that was with them, who laid out the coin - was he tall and spoke with clipped sentence... or did his mouth run like a fountain?" tone betraying that he potentially had an idea of the who that came.


hp 36 / 38; AC 16; Init +2; 3 Str damage Male Half-elf Ranger 4
Lexy wrote:
"Murdering cultists?" she repeats, eyes wide. "And Shoreleave? My day was far less eventful than yours, from the sound of it." The pair retrace her steps back toward the neighborhood around the House of the Silken Veil.

"Yeah. I've been looking into some weird stuff. I thought Riddleport would be this quiet out of the way place with a dangerous frontier nearby and instead I'm caught up in gang wars, ghosts, monsters, murders and cults."

Braddon shrugs.
"What else is there to do around this place?"


M 1/2E Magus 4 :2223a1: BAB3 CMB/D:5/17 AC/T/Ff:16/12/14 Init2 Perc1?3(F:9) HP36/36 FRW6,5,3(F:6) UMD11 Scft10 Alch/K:Arc/K:Lcl/Appr7 Ride/Climb/Swim/Dance:6 Dipl/Intim/Acrobatics5 Sense Motive3(F:6)
"Snake" wrote:
Gristav wrote:
Gesturing Piccolo to an out-of-sight corner with tactical potential, Gristav goes to the door. Knocking in echo to the caller, he grins at the whimsy, then asks with a gruffness he doesn't feel, "State your name and purpose."
"Just open the &%** door."

Yǒuxiē ruǎn, yǒuxiē shì yìng, Gristav remembers. He tries to meet Piccolo's eye, but the gnome is not in sight. Yǒuxiē shì zhídé, Gris adds mentally.

"Try again", he says to the closed door, the gruffness growing genuine.


Female Halfling
Phillip Hargreaves wrote:
"The man that was with them, who laid out the coin - was he tall and spoke with clipped sentence... or did his mouth run like a fountain?" tone betraying that he potentially had an idea of the who that came.

"He didn't talk much," she muses. "He seemed ... odd. A bit awkward. Like he had never been in a shop before. Maybe he hadn't been in a ladies' shop before. He was tall; had a beard and a hat."


Female Human (Chelaxian)
Braddon Hurst wrote:
"What else is there to do around this place?"

"Well, I keep inviting you," she says with a sly elbow to his ribs, "but you're always too busy working. Oh, here they are; they're about to close up." She leaves Braddon's side to run ahead to a storefront where the keeper is just in the act of closing the shutters on the vending window. "Lian! Wait! I'm not too late, am I? Come on," she wheedles, fluttering her lashes, "it's been a long day. There's no Gendarmes around. Who's going to tell the Overlord?"


hp 36 / 38; AC 16; Init +2; 3 Str damage Male Half-elf Ranger 4

Braddon sidles up beside Lexy and addresses the vendor.
"When a beautiful woman asks, you say 'Yes', otherwise she stops asking."
He grins at the man and takes out a silver piece.


Male Gnome Bard (Negotiator) 2

Piccolo attempts to discern the gruff voice beyond the door. He is sure that thugs would not knock.

Perception1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16


Male Halfling Inquisitor of Calistria (Heretic archetype)

Rolling his eyes "Serpe..." before remembering the gulf of explanation as yet uncrossed "I know something of the man... and you need not have feared for yourself, gruff as he may have seemed he is a charitable man." the inflection on the longer word casting something of Phillip's disapproval upon it.

"The others were drug addicts, from Rotgut... where I spent the morning in the face of blood, death and madness. The bloody one slit her own throat at the urgings of a Priest of the Mask, the sailclothed and barefoot some kind of fallen cleric of the Redeemer..." thinking a moment more before shaking his head and seeing a no doubt confused look upon Ethel's face... and with puckish intent seeking to further obfuscate "This morning saw me bargained to Rotgut to a meeting with someone who was not who it was thought to be. Blood followed, madness also - borne of a murderous patron... death at my hand and others before stained sanguine we walked away heavy with gold." Not seeing the need to make a distinction between killing a man in pitched battle and crushing an unconscious man's chest.


Snake sighs in frustration. Okay, have it your way. "Sure thing, bub. The best way to describe you is that you're an idiot. And you ramble on and on when most of us - if not all - wish you would just shut up. And let's not forget your skill at pissing people off; especially one behind this door who's voice you ought to recognize," he finishes, his tone never wavering from unemotional. "So... how'm I doing?"


M 1/2E Magus 4 :2223a1: BAB3 CMB/D:5/17 AC/T/Ff:16/12/14 Init2 Perc1?3(F:9) HP36/36 FRW6,5,3(F:6) UMD11 Scft10 Alch/K:Arc/K:Lcl/Appr7 Ride/Climb/Swim/Dance:6 Dipl/Intim/Acrobatics5 Sense Motive3(F:6)

Opening the door, Gristav apologizes, "I'm sorry, You don't know either answer, of course. But welcome, and consider a word to Larur about a key. Say, did you foster a kitten?"


Snake steps in, staring at the magus through narrowed eyes, curious about such a strange question before simply responding with, "No." He then proceeds onward to see a dwarf about a key.


M 1/2E Magus 4 :2223a1: BAB3 CMB/D:5/17 AC/T/Ff:16/12/14 Init2 Perc1?3(F:9) HP36/36 FRW6,5,3(F:6) UMD11 Scft10 Alch/K:Arc/K:Lcl/Appr7 Ride/Climb/Swim/Dance:6 Dipl/Intim/Acrobatics5 Sense Motive3(F:6)

Saddened, Gristav sets the same destination and purpose, falling into step beside the imposing fellow. "I'll need a key, as well, then. Can't leave the little Hero alone overlong, that's no kindness. And there's a sort of peace to be found in communion with a simpler mind..."


Female Halfling

Phillip's account of his day has the effect of taking some of the wind out of Ethel's sails as she gazes at him, belatedly a little nervous about what she's getting into. "You mean you know those people? And you...," she lowers her voice cautiously as she glances at the other pedestrians around them on the street, "you killed someone in Rotgut?"

They are approaching the clothier that was their destination, but Ethel is too distracted to notice.


Female Human (Chelaxian)
Braddon Hurst wrote:

Braddon sidles up beside Lexy and addresses the vendor.

"When a beautiful woman asks, you say 'Yes', otherwise she stops asking."
He grins at the man and takes out a silver piece.

Either Lexy's pleading or Braddon's ready coin convinces the man, and he hands out a pair of meat pies ("The fresh ones now," Lexy instructs him, "not the ones that have been sitting around unsold since lunchtime.") before latching his shutter for the evening. She turns to Braddon with a smile. "Do you want to go get a drink at the Publican to go along with dinner?"


Snake pushes through the kitchen doors to seek out Larur, only to find Gristav following. The door to the dwarf's office is closed, and no light shines from beneath it, although, given his dwarven vision, that is no guarantee that he isn't working within. There is no answer to their hail, however.

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Back in the kitchen, Piccolo is keeping an eye on the stove to make sure supper doesn't boil over when there is a second knock at the back door.

To be clear, only Piccolo is aware of the knock at the moment; it's not audible to Gristav and Snake from their current position.


Male Gnome Bard (Negotiator) 2

Piccolo stirs a bit of this, adds a little salt to some of that. He turns, looks at the door incredulously, You have to be kidding me? Another at the kitchen door.. He walks to the door, speaking loud enough to be heard through it, "State your name and business."

Gold Goblin wrote:
Back in the kitchen, Piccolo is keeping an eye on the stove to make sure supper doesn't boil over when there is a second knock at the back door.


Male Halfling Inquisitor of Calistria (Heretic archetype)

Still smiling and only half correcting "I know the tall one, the others I have no intent to... and yes, two someones infact." pausing and stopping in the street to allow Ethel a moment or two to process the information before adding "The ones dead by my hand had already tried to kill me... and if actions hold the matter should be dealt with... or at least if there is further to be had, I would not be the first target of their ire."


hp 36 / 38; AC 16; Init +2; 3 Str damage Male Half-elf Ranger 4
Lexy wrote:
"Do you want to go get a drink at the Publican to go along with dinner?"

"Sure. This'll be like the first time I've been there not on business. That'll surprise Arnando and Eulalie."

Braddon takes a bite of his pie before asking, "Do you go there often? I haven't seen you there this week. I haven't seen you since... Wealday. Has it only been two days? It seems longer somehow. The days have dragged without you."


M 1/2E Magus 4 :2223a1: BAB3 CMB/D:5/17 AC/T/Ff:16/12/14 Init2 Perc1?3(F:9) HP36/36 FRW6,5,3(F:6) UMD11 Scft10 Alch/K:Arc/K:Lcl/Appr7 Ride/Climb/Swim/Dance:6 Dipl/Intim/Acrobatics5 Sense Motive3(F:6)
Gold Goblin wrote:
Snake pushes through the kitchen doors to seek out Larur, only to find Gristav following. The door to the dwarf's office is closed, and no light shines from beneath it, although, given his dwarven vision, that is no guarantee that he isn't working within. There is no answer to their hail, however.

"Perhaps he's upstairs", Gristav suggests, waiting to see Snake leave, before using his own key to enter the office. After all, it wasn't the key Snake was seeking, but Larur to give it. The key Gristav sought, however, he knew where it was...

Shortly, Gristav was at Samaritha's door, careful to catch the skittish kitten, at a cracked door, and only then to enter, for removal of the saucers, and cantriped cleaning of any unwelcome evidences.

"I expect you would be welcomed, Hero", he says to the cat, "But there's an order, a recipe, and we are very badly off it..."


Snake looks to Gristav with one made of stone before turning back to the door. "Dwarf! Open up! You in there?!" He bangs on the door again and tries to open it to see if it's unlocked.


M 1/2E Magus 4 :2223a1: BAB3 CMB/D:5/17 AC/T/Ff:16/12/14 Init2 Perc1?3(F:9) HP36/36 FRW6,5,3(F:6) UMD11 Scft10 Alch/K:Arc/K:Lcl/Appr7 Ride/Climb/Swim/Dance:6 Dipl/Intim/Acrobatics5 Sense Motive3(F:6)

"Hm. No answer. He's late-shopping vendors with Saul, or perhaps discussing business, with Saul. And Saul is upstairs. Usually." Gristav waits impassively.

...until my previous post can occur. Let's have that dialog be in tonal Tienish, as possibly more entertaining to the kitten.


Phillip and Ethel arrive at the clothier, once again causing the polite chime to sound discreetly as they push through the front door. "May I help you?" the proprietor asks, as he approaches, one eye on the lengthening shadows on the street outside before he recognizes them. "Oh!" he goes on in a more friendly manner. "Here to collect your suit, I see. You've left it a bit late in the afternoon." He looks a mild reproof over the top of his spectacles as he retrieves the Small garment.


Female Half-Elf (Varisian) Wizard
Piccolo Taphodarian wrote:
He turns, looks at the door incredulously, You have to be kidding me? Another at the kitchen door.. He walks to the door, speaking loud enough to be heard through it, "State your name and business."

"It's Samaritha!" a woman's voice calls through the door. There's a hint of excited effervescence to her voice that percolates unabated through the thick slab of wood. Samaritha: The name is familiar. Piccolo matches it in his memory to the red-haired half-elf he met in Lubbertown yesterday, one of the hiring group from the Gold Goblin. Of course, her hair isn't really red, not like a gnome's might be, just the coppery-blonde tone that humans call red, for some reason.


Stopping a moment, he looks to the magus curiously. "What is up with you and upstairs? And what's up with all these reasons as to why he's not in there? You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're trying to hide something, bub. And if that's the case, I guess that means you need to get rid of me." He looks at him through narrowed eyes. "Why don't you go check if you're so sure he's up there, hm?" He crosses his arms, waiting.


Female Human (Chelaxian)
Braddon Hurst wrote:
Braddon takes a bite of his pie before asking, "Do you go there often? I haven't seen you there this week. I haven't seen you since... Wealday. Has it only been two days? It seems longer somehow. The days have dragged without you."

She shakes her head. "Not often. Honestly, I don't think many of us cross the Velashu that often. You can get pretty much anything you need or want in Leeward. Shorafa really drills us on safety, too. I mean, she doesn't say don't go to Free-Coin, but you can tell she feels better if we stay close to the House. Especially after, well," she lowers her voice, "what happened over there with Lil and Orik and Falk Zincher. You know all about that, though." They join the steady stream of pedestrians heading toward the ferry and the entertainment on the other side of the river. The sky above the western ridge is still bright, but the sun is hidden and the whole valley lies in shadow. Half-orcs can be seen lighting the street lamps of Leeward.


Male Halfling Inquisitor of Calistria (Heretic archetype)

Letting the talk of Rotgut drop Phillip smiles at the proprietor "Aye, but no later than when it was commissioned" before moving to regard exactly what choice Ethel had made for him...


M 1/2E Magus 4 :2223a1: BAB3 CMB/D:5/17 AC/T/Ff:16/12/14 Init2 Perc1?3(F:9) HP36/36 FRW6,5,3(F:6) UMD11 Scft10 Alch/K:Arc/K:Lcl/Appr7 Ride/Climb/Swim/Dance:6 Dipl/Intim/Acrobatics5 Sense Motive3(F:6)
"Snake" wrote:
Stopping a moment, he looks to the magus curiously. "What is up with you and upstairs? And what's up with all these reasons as to why he's not in there? You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're trying to hide something, bub. And if that's the case, I guess that means you need to get rid of me." He looks at him through narrowed eyes. "Why don't you go check if you're so sure he's up there, hm?" He crosses his arms, waiting.

"When I speak largely, you writhe like a snake in a fire. When I speak simply, you ponder my purposes. Tell me how we are to be four hands on a great weight, if you're jumping out windows, and doubting my purposes? Or my sanity? No, don't tell me, just ponder on it."

"Meantime, to your question, Larur is not in his office, and you seek him. He's likely upstairs. What you think I hid, but I only just did not burden you with the speaking of, is my purpose, the taking of a key to a room wherein rests a kitten, alone some hours now, which to me seems unkind. I have a key to this office, and am going to take the key to that room, and while you might imagine my key can solve your problem, it cannot; you need Larur to give you a key, which I cannot. But, knowing your distaste for my presence and manner, I hoped to spare you these difficult moments, listening to me explain myself, time which I imagine neither of us feels well used. You're no more help to your own purpose, here, and becoming a hazard to mine. Rather than ask why I am standing here, ask why you are."

Gristav does his business in Larur's office, by firefly mote, as he needs no more light to his task. He dutifully relocks the door as he leaves.


hp 36 / 38; AC 16; Init +2; 3 Str damage Male Half-elf Ranger 4
Lexy wrote:
She shakes her head. "Not often. Honestly, I don't think many of us cross the Velashu that often. You can get pretty much anything you need or want in Leeward. Shorafa really drills us on safety, too. I mean, she doesn't say don't go to Free-Coin, but you can tell she feels better if we stay close to the House. Especially after, well," she lowers her voice, "what happened over there with Lil and Orik and Falk Zincher. You know all about that, though."

Braddon slides an arm around Lexy's waist.

"Don't worry, you're safe with me... mostly." He slides his hand slightly lower and squeezes.
"We can go exploring Free Coin if you want. I love exploring."


Male Gnome Bard (Negotiator) 2

Piccolo opens the door and ushers her in with gentlemanly grace, smiling he says "My apologies for my abrupt speech. I do not wish to deter the talent from the establishment. What would The Gold Goblin be without attractive ingénues to entertain the patrons? And your timing is excellent. You have arrived just in time for some supper. Gristav and Snake should be back shortly." He shuts and secures the door once she has entered.

Samaritha Beldusc wrote:
"It's Samaritha!" a woman's voice calls through the door. There's a hint of excited effervescence to her voice that percolates unabated through the thick slab of wood. Samaritha: The name is familiar. Piccolo matches it in his memory to the red-haired half-elf he met in Lubbertown yesterday, one of the hiring group from the Gold Goblin. Of course, her hair isn't really red, not like a gnome's might be, just the coppery-blonde tone that humans call red, for some reason.


Phillip Hargreaves wrote:
Letting the talk of Rotgut drop Phillip smiles at the proprietor "Aye, but no later than when it was commissioned"

"Ha! True enough, sir," the tailor replies with an understanding smile. "It's difficult for a working man to deal with anything that might have to be conducted during business hours when he's attending to his own business during those same hours, isn't it? I try to step across the square to do my own shopping during lunch, but it leaves little enough time for anything else. There, sir. I hope that satisfies?"

He displays a Halfling-sized suit of hammered velvet in a warm earthy brown. The frock coat has wide lapels and brass buttons in a rather nautical style; subtle gold stitching on the collar is mirrored in a satin vest embroidered with an intricate but abstract pattern in gilded thread.


Female Halfling

"I know black might be more practical," Ethel whispers nervously, "but it's really not your color. You're an autumn, not a winter." She is clearly anxious that Phil approves her fashion taste.


Female Half-Elf (Varisian) Wizard
Piccolo Taphodarian wrote:
Piccolo opens the door and ushers her in with gentlemanly grace, smiling he says "My apologies for my abrupt speech. I do not wish to deter the talent from the establishment. What would The Gold Goblin be without attractive ingénues to entertain the patrons? And your timing is excellent. You have arrived just in time for some supper. Gristav and Snake should be back shortly." He shuts and secures the door once she has entered.

The half-elf enters the back corridor clearly so excited she can barely contain herself. "I got the apprenticeship!" she proclaims as soon as the door is opened. "I finally got someone to sponsor me! After months and months, I finally got the position! I...," she trails off as Piccolo closes the door behind her. "I don't know you. Do I?"


Female Human (Chelaxian)
Braddon Hurst wrote:

"We can go exploring Free Coin if you want. I love exploring."

"Oh, I'm...," she glances down at her light summer dress. "I'm not really dressed for the evening. But it's warm enough, I suppose. Sounds like fun. A drink at the Publican, then a stroll through Free-Coin."

They arrive at the ferry dock and have to wait with the rest of the crowd for the next flatboat to arrive. Fortunately, after dark, there's more than just the one ferry and ferryman, so the wait is not long. Another man, not Grimas, poles the boat slowly across and upriver to the dock just south of Free-Coin, where most of the traffic is heading.


Male Gnome Bard (Negotiator) 2

Piccolo arches an eyebrow, "I believe so. We met in Lubbertown." He smiles,"Sounds as though congratulations are in order. Something to celebrate over dinner. Where might you be apprenticing?"

Samaritha Beldusc wrote:
The half-elf enters the back corridor clearly so excited she can barely contain herself. "I got the apprenticeship!" she proclaims as soon as the door is opened. "I finally got someone to sponsor me! After months and months, I finally got the position! I...," she trails off as Piccolo closes the door behind her. "I don't know you. Do I?"


hp 36 / 38; AC 16; Init +2; 3 Str damage Male Half-elf Ranger 4
Lexy wrote:
"Oh, I'm...," she glances down at her light summer dress. "I'm not really dressed for the evening. But it's warm enough, I suppose. Sounds like fun. A drink at the Publican, then a stroll through Free-Coin."

"If you get cold, I'll warm you up," Braddon offers gallantly.

"But if you want to head back and change clothes, I doubt we'd leave again."
Braddon grins and happily accompanies Lexy across the river. He is glad Grimas is not around to exchange information but does make a note of this ferryman for future reference. Or to quickly forget as most of his attention is on the beautiful girl at his side.


Male Halfling Inquisitor of Calistria (Heretic archetype)

Phillip doesn't let his face or voice betray opinion after being enrobed with the suit. He regards himself at first visually before checking his range of motion, especially ensuring his arms and hands were unrestricted. Lastly he unbuttons the jacket and surreptitiously checks the pockets and waistband to assay whether items and blades could be stowed. At the last he extends a hand to his paramour with a smile and a wink "It satisfies... it satisfies me well." pulling her to his side to get a measure of the two of them together.

As Ethel is still robed in splendour, Phillip makes to walk out of the shop in the same manner... but before finalizing the accounts with the shopkeep he asks of her "So milady... where does our heart lead us tonight?"


"I could care less whether you have a key or not, bub. I'm just looking for one so I don't have to deal with your idiocy at the back door again. So I know exactly why I'm here. And yes, I wish you would've spared me your rambling but we all know that's not gonna happen." Snake turns to leave but stops as he remembers something, turning back around to the magus and staring him dead in the eye. "One last thing: stay the hell away from Rag's End. They don't need you making their lives any worse than they already are; and I don't like having to clean up after your screw ups." Snake then turns and leaves, heading upstairs.


Female Halfling
Phillip Hargreaves wrote:
As Ethel is still robed in splendour, Phillip makes to walk out of the shop in the same manner... but before finalizing the accounts with the shopkeep he asks of her "So milady... where does our heart lead us tonight?"

"Dressed like this?" she asks, admiring their reflections in the mirror one last time. "We could totally pull off the House of Nabin. Clothes like this are wasted on the 'Cress." She eyes the bundle of their discarded raiment. "But we should drop our working apparel somewhere first. Your place or mine?"


Female Half-Elf (Varisian) Wizard
Piccolo Taphodarian wrote:
Piccolo arches an eyebrow, "I believe so. We met in Lubbertown." He smiles,"Sounds as though congratulations are in order. Something to celebrate over dinner. Where might you be apprenticing?"

"Oh, of course!" Samaritha offers her hand, a spark of recognition in her eyes. "I didn't expect to see you here. I mean, there's no reason why you shouldn't be here. I wouldn't expect to see me here, really. Mr. Vankaskerkin was kind enough to give me a job and a place to stay while I was trying to wrangle an invitation into the Cypherlodge. And I finally have!" She looks as though she is barely restraining herself from breaking into joyful song.

Snake re-enters the kitchen on his way to the staircase, and she takes the opportunity of a new audience to announce once more, "I got the apprenticeship!"


Male Halfling Inquisitor of Calistria (Heretic archetype)

Pondering for a short moment as he runs a hand through his hair Phillip confirms and gives the simplest reason "Mine... there'll be less walking and a lesser chance of spoiling the cloth." while the more complex float through his head. If we're for Nabin then more coin would be prudent... the peridot would likely suffice, but lets not risk it. Ethel beside might make conversation more or less vibrant... but she's walking beside now...

Winking at her in the mirror, Phillip turns to the storeman and thanks him "Fine work my man, milady is pleased and I am also" leaving with a promise of further patronage if needs require and moving back to the streets - taking the most of the baggage of cloth upon himself.

As they walk Phillip lets his thoughts hang upon the air "It is worth disclosing that the affairs of the morning left us encumbered with a surfeit of both coin and tension... I would have you stay with me though, even if the tension need be cut." giving her a trusting glance.


Stopping due to the outburst, he looks to Samaritha blankly. "Well that sounds... good." He then looks to the gnome who he just now noticed and shrugs. Looking back to Samaritha, "I'm guessing that comes with a hefty pay raise?"


Female Half-Elf (Varisian) Wizard

She laughs. "No," she confesses, "I'll just be working for my room and board ... but the opportunities for education and advancement more than make up for it. The Cypherlodge is the whole reason I came to Riddleport in the first place." She looks around. "Is Malkith here?"


Female Human (Varisian) Bard

Gristav retrieves the key to Samaritha's room once more and heads to the guest wing to attend to the cat. The kitten responds to the Tien tongue with as much native intelligence as it does to Taldane (to wit, none at all). The half-elf is finishing up when he hears someone approaching and a shadow falls into the room from the hall.

"Oh," Thuvalia says flatly, peering into the room, "it's you."


Samaritha Beldusc wrote:
"Is Malkith here?"

"Don't know. I've been out. Either of you seen Larur? I really don't feel like searchin' this place for him."


Female Half-Elf (Varisian) Wizard

Samaritha shakes her head. "I've been out most of the day, too. Braddon? Phillip? Daynadrian?" she asks a little forlornly.


Female Halfling

"I think I left my fancy shoes at your place, didn't I?" Ethel muses as they leave the shop and head for the Gold Goblin. In their finery, the pair of halflings attract some inquisitive gazes from the other pedestrians heading toward the ferry, and Ethel basks in the attention, flouncing her skirts with satisfaction until they arrive at the back door of the Gold Goblin.


Male Halfling Inquisitor of Calistria (Heretic archetype)

Phil lets himself be raised by Ethel's high spirits as they draw nearer the Goblin, and upon arrival he flourishes the key to unlock the back entrance. "We can but hope.." opening the door to allow Ethel to walk before him, before following after and locking the door once they are within.

His first intent is to angle towards his room, to dispose of the excess baggage... and perhaps to search for appropriate footwear for Ethel.


Samaritha Beldusc wrote:
Samaritha shakes her head. "I've been out most of the day, too. Braddon? Phillip? Daynadrian?" she asks a little forlornly.

"Last I saw Braddon was this morning. And Raccoon is long gone. He and Gristav got into a disagreement about a church or going to church or something like that and he took off with a halfling gal who likes to poison people. Me personally, I think he was just tired of listening to Gristav ramble so he decided to join the bad guys side." He ponders that a moment before, "'Course, as far as I know, I could be on the bad guys side." He pauses again, pondering it some more. "Anyway, I got no idea about the last guy you mentioned."

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