Rameth stifles a laugh at the ferocity of Bimbur's chug. Relieved that he did not have to pound that stuff.
Rameth catches a whiff of the liquid as it goes down Bimbur's throat. It is vaguely familiar but he does not quite know what it is.
He is impressed at her composure, and trusts that she has things under control at this point. He sheathes his sword and moves to stand next to Adrielle, and waits.
Adrielle looks at the Amazing Zograthy's surprise and confirms her suspicions. She looks at Bimbur, and then back to the Amazing Zograthy, as her eyes narrow somewhat.
"Fine... Here's your 50 gold pieces. Now tell us what you know and we will be out of your way."
"You said you're looking for Natalya? Natalya Vancasterkin? I don't know what she was doing for the Pathfinders, but I had heard that she checked in with anyone in the Szcarni for a while. The rumor was she had turned coats and was all in for the Pathfinders now. If you've lost track of her, maybe she's gone rogue. Maybe she's spying on us both for Lord Mayor Haldmeer Grobas. Or maybe she's working for Verminus. Nobody knows much about him, he just kind of showed up out of nowhere in the last few months and has been dominating the drug market with his product. He's got to have some spies in the Pathfinders and the Szcarni. Personally though. I think she got snatched like so many other people are getting snatched in the Varisian parts of town. The city isn't going to mount a proper investigation until it starts affecting the Chelish. The word on the street is that the vanished folk are the victims of slavers who then secretly sell them offshore at night to Nidalese ships—but I don’t put much stock in such rumors, if I did I wouldn't get paid for my information."
You accused us of working for Verminus. Who is he?
Any information about Verminus, because if so we might be able to take care of him for you, with no links to you, helping us all out.
Bimbur looks at the crimelord, "Tell us where he is at, and we become his problem and not yours. And you come out 50gp to the good without anyone getting hurt. By the way, after imbibing this potion, I was privy to a secret of the Multiverse--'do not cross the Pathfinders'--can you interpret this cryptic phrase for me."
Bimbur can't help but throw some sarcasm in there.
Rameth struggles to contain a guffaw. I can't wait to sit down and have 1 drink for every 5 Bimbur has. Rameth thinks.