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The crowd begins to paw at the dwarf...begging for healing...
Donagar will have to make a new roll versus Blood Veil
The Grey Maiden sheathes her sword, grabs the woman by the hair and hurls her at Gregor...where she stumbles and falls in the mud at his feet. "Take her! And be about your business"
Marra who's been quite sullen and quiet as of late pipes up
"Donagar, play nice, while we go do what we need to do."
Nik'o bites her lip, but she knows better than to give them trouble... directly that is. Retreating to hide behind her companions, she moves her hands in a rapid gesture, forming words as though her fingers were lips.
From a store behind the Grey Maiden, voices rise in fear and emergency: "Fire! Fire! Everybody out! Quick! Please! Please help!"
"I got one spell o remove disease a day an this ones fer tha ladies son."
Points to the woman....
"Tomorrow's another day...."..
Fort. Save
"Very well, dwarf, what's your name?" The grey Knight says, as the two plague doctors gather the kid from the cart.
Donagar will have a trail of peasants following him now.
Sgt. Drakus tightened his grip on his bardiche as the grey knight drew blood, but didn't interfere. Irritating as it was, her superior rank was declared by the queen; and he just didn't have the skill to distract her.
He heaved a quiet sigh of relief when Gregor and Donagar stepped forward to handle it. Gregor's crack rankled though; as if being declared rebels would have been better.
"Donagar cleric o Cayden."
Donagar will be tied up with the crowd for a bit, what are the rest of you doing as the Grey Maiden and her retinue move down the line?
Startled, it takes a moment for Drakus to catch on to Nik'o's tactics.
He then swings into line, mimicing the same arrogant strut the Maidens have.
Gregor shakes his head 'no' at the idea of following the Gray Maidens. They may be just as violent with others, but he can't follow them and oppose their actions every step of the way. It could be seen as meddlesome, and besides they were investigating a 'possible' cure, which should be their first priority.
Drakus looks back and forth between Nik'o and Gregor, showing some irritation.
"Yah ken find me in my off hours in tha maidens arms inn, I am fer craftin a wand so only tha most sick is gettin cured an even then jus one er two a day, its all I ken do."
Marra stands with Gregor, remembering her near folly at the 'execution'. As the Gray Maiden and her retinue continue down the line, the crowd quivers, a particularly sickly looking young man bolts, and the Gray Maiden takes off after him.
"Fer wha that one is paid they could craft wands tah remedy disease, I wager sometin else is goin on."
Sgt. Drakus abandons the retinue to stand with Marra and Gregor, unwilling to split the party.
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Fuming, Drakus stands at attention waiting for Donagar to be done socializing.
"Donagar! Would you hurry it up! Watching this Grey Maiden sow stomp the city's morale into the latrine is making me sick!" Drakus yells in a most scathing manner.
And to Gregor Ward he says in a quieter tone; "And don't you start with me Ward. You heard the Queen's order; the Grey Maidens outrank everyone in the city now. We aren't gonna do a lick of good in a dungeon locked up on a treason beef."
"Bah ranks is jus fer show an tah avoid confusion during war, ask a dwarf who's his superior an yall get a face full of fist."
Gregor looks at Drakus, confused by his statement, "I am aware of their 'authority', it is why I did my best to distract her from her intent to kill the woman. If I had acted any more insubordinate it could have led to a scuffle. One that I'm certain Field Marshal Kroft would be none too pleased to hear about." He turns toward the building and the crowd outside of it.
If the crowd allows the group to cut in front of them, he will enter the building, acting quite the member of the guard and looking as official as possible.
"A cure is a cure an hope is hope, if tha cure works it saves me a whole s#*+ storm o troubles, yah mind if we goes in first?"
The citizens, hearing Gregor's speech, and many of them recognizing one of the heroes of the city part with no issue, giving simple access to the shop.
"Tha wa easy."
Steps into the shop as well...
Gregor wanders about the shop, eyeing the merchandise warily as he makes his way to the person working the counter. "We have come to discuss the cure you are selling here. Might I speak with the owner of this establishment?"
Entering the Perfumery...A menagerie of heady scents twists throughout the cramped but stylish perfumery. A dizzying assortment of bottles—from gaudy ceramic containers to graceful crystalline vials—lines a variety of lace- and ribbon-strewn tables, shelves, racks, and an eye-catching display in the wide front window. Across from the front door’s orchid-tinted glass panes runs a long counter, stacked high with hundreds of simple clay phials bearing round, magenta stoppers. Behind the counter, violet flourishes swoop across a sign reading, “Lavender’s Luxuriant Liniment: Either You’ve Got It, or You’ve Had It. The shop has a line of patrons out the door, a man stands to the side looking at perfumes, while Vendra greets each new customer from behind the shop counter, leaving the actual sales to two pretty young shop girls. Two large, well-dressed men with purple cravats discreetly hold saps and keep their eyes on the shop’s patrons”
Vendra the shopkeeper looks to the party barging into the the Perfumery, as the two guards move to stop you from entering, they then hesitate as they notice how many of you there are. Several townsfolk at the entrance to the building grumble loudly at the entrance of the companions.
"Now, Now, we must all wait our turns for your Lavender's Luxurious Linament, there's plenty for all! Please step to the back of the line, and then I can help you."
Gregor takes in his surroundings before speaking, "No, Ma'am, we are not customers. We are here to speak with the proprietor of this shop and these wares, which I believe to be you. If we can authenticte the veracity of the healing claims, perhaps we can reach an agreement between you and the city to produce in larger quantities." He doesn't face the woman as he speaks, instead he gives a cursory glance through the shop.
"Wer here tah see fer ourselves tha people's not bein scammed!"
"Oh, well, of course, we can arrange that, just come by after business hours please, then we can discuss contracts."
Gregor gets distracted by the sheer number of people, probably spending their entire savings for a vial of this concoction.
He's not sure why she would want them to return later, when she could arrange to make a large sum from the city itself. As it is, it looks like her workers are handling the shop fine, and may not need her present for the customers.
"Contracts, what tha hell yah think this is a social call, we're here fer answers, which means we're gonna ask questions an yer gonna answer em!"
"What's tha dosage o yer cure, how longs it take tah werk, what's in it, an wha yah charging fer it?"
Donagar moves forward to one of the bottles, picks it up and smells it.....
Gregor flashes the dwarf an irritated look, before responding to Nik'o "By tonight, more lives may be lost to this thing going around. The sooner we can examine the product and its effects, the sooner we may be able to work out a deal to benefit all."
Turning to Lavender, "Might we test both some of the product from the shelf, and retreat to your workshop to test a fresh batch? That will allow us to inform our superiors with certainty that it is a contract worth adopting? Otherwise, without testing it, we may have to halt the sell of it until we can, wasting our time, your time, and damaging both your business and reputation." He finishes, a stern look on his face implying that they can do it now the nice way, or things will become real hard for her.
She seems to nervously look back and forth between Nik'o and Gregor, Yes I think we might be able to accommodate the city and come to a reasonable contract, let me just go in the back and see how the current batch is doing.
Perception
"What part of we have questions did yah not hear?"
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She thinks
"I hope he's not planning to escape through the back."