a lords son? Did ye happen to catch his name? Sounds like quite the customer! Do you think anyone would be crazy enough ta' mess with the son of a nobleman? amelia acts shocked and awed.
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Out-of-towner, eh? The old Open Lord was Dagult Neverember. His son, Renaer, was the one from a couple o' nights ago... I hope he's all right... She has a wistful look on her face, for all of a second, before the barkeep yells for her to get back to work.
Enough with yer gossip, Mira! Get these drinks ta table 4!
Marquez waits for Damine to finish and holds the door for her as they leave following Reu. ”An interesteeng place to be sure, but I find my curiosity es still piqued.” he says subtey.
Damine quickly poked her nose throughout many of the trinkets in the shop before sighing. ”Well, I wanna get a whole bunch of these but I don’t have too much money...Oh! Once we deal with this job, I can use the reward and come back! I’ll see you then, mister!” The tiefling girl waves enthusiastically to the owner and giggles and performs a mock curtsy as Marquez opens the door for her, following after Reu to the tavern where the others were.
Bhoors smiles, "Relax lads this bunch is with us. Here for bit of fun and honest drink."
”Ah! Hey guys! Sorry about that. You learn anything?” Damine exclaims, completely ignoring any unwelcome atmosphere and rushing up to Bhoors.
Bhoors welcomes the new arrivals smiling, he answers quietly "I think Amelia learned something from the server. I have been warming up the crowd. They are rowdy and a bit of a clique but so far so good." He laughs, talking louder, "We need more drinks." He flags down the server again.
”Jhoo can never go wrong wit more drinks” Marquez adds smiling.
Getting the lay of the land, Marquez looks around for any kind of trouble he might be able to get into.
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There are a bunch of dock workers that look like they are in a tense game of cards. Two of the four have folded, while the remaining two seem to be in an ever escalating game of bluff and raise...
Amelia shares the gossip that she gleaned from the barmaid, the piece of information to note was that a man that could match Floon's description was here a couple of nights ago. He met with this young Neverember fellow and they headed out. Some thugs headed out after them, possibly muggers?
Bhoors thinks a moment. "Amelia you think if you asked the server might mention if those who followed Neverember out are around here tonight."
Bhoors leans over to Marquez, "Assuming we get a possible bead on the same lads here tonight who may have followed Floon and Neverember out the other night. You may have already thought of this but perhaps you can be the honey in a trap."
Bhoors makes his way to the bar. "Fun night this group can get rowdy. Just they way I like. I was hoping you could help me out. Friend of mine was here the other night. Fancy cat hung out with an aristocrat. His old girl is worried sick. I was hoping I could find out where he went." Bhoors leans in, "He's one that I imagine might go home with another lady if it came down to it, but streets ain't been safe of late either. Any where I could look."
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The barkeep shakes his head, Them two drank and played a few rounds of Three-Dragon Ante 'afore leaving around midnight. Five dark-dressed boys followed them out. They ain't been back since, but I hear them dark boys spend a fair bit o' their time at a warehouse on Candle Lane.
"I'm hoping such a warehouse can't be missed or has a number."
Bhoors returns to the others. "Good news. I got a lead on unsavory types that might have followed Floon out."
well that's good. Honestly I ain't against a bit O action ifin' it comes to it. An' ifin' we gotta deal with them sorts then that hazard pay can come inta' the deal fer us.
"Barkeep seems to think that some lads who followed Floon and Neverember out work out of a warehouse nearby on Candle Lane. Should be easy to find."
Eying the game of cards, Marquez asks "I presume dees mean I will not be de honey in de trap?"
"Not yet. If the landscape of our plan changes this much between the table and the bar imagine how much more so a few blocks over to Candle Lane." He smirks.
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You all head off looking for this warehouse...
Gloom envelops a narrow alley as dark as a dungeon — and as odorous as one, too. Nearly all the streetlamps have been smashed. The only light that pierces the darkness is a faint flickering from down the lane, like a distant candle.
A warehouse is directly across from the candle, with a gate out front, surrounding a yard full of crates.
"Got a bad feeling about this."
Amelia will be on her toes, but seems nonchalant
hmmm, maybe, but it may lead to some fun, just keep on her toes, ifn' someone what found our guy finds us, well, they did half the work for us in that case eh?
"Yeah, this place is, ah, definitely a little spooky," Damine shuddered, pulling out her sword which hummed with a faint energy. "I dunno, let's just hope the guy's still alive at least. I know I wouldn't want to be the one to break it to Volo that his, uh, friend is dead."
She then moves up to the gate, checking to see if it was locked.
Marquez regards his companions and smirks. ”Bad feeling eh? As long as there are no trolls, things will be bueno.”
Marquez follows Damine up to the gate. ”Seniora, may I cast a spell on you?”
Nodding Marquez’s hand moves in an intricate gesture and as a dark swirling energy circles his hand, he reaches out and touches Damine’s forehead. The energy transfers into Damine filling her with vigor and a feeling of invincibility.
He then draws his blade and prepares for danger.
Bhoors appraises the situation quietly "Muggers with a hide out on a dark street during a gang war. What's the chance we aren't already noticed?" He smirks, "How do we want to play this."
Damine blushes a bit (though it's hard to tell against the red hue of her skin) as Marquez approaches her with the spell and replies, "Only if you promise we can get dinner later." She winks playfully as she allows him to touch her forehead. You can tell she has absolutely no fear with whatever spell you might be conjuring up, having dabbled in some darker magics herself.
As soon as the energy flows through her, she gasps in shock at just how how amazing she felt now. "Wow! I mean...I just...feel so GOOD now. You're amazing!"
Ahem. Eyes on the mission, Damine! Don't get distracted so easily!
"I mean, ahhhh, thanks!" she says, turning around to face the gate with her sword out at the ready. She then turns to Bhoors and tilts her head, suggesting, "I dunno, is anyone pretty stealthy? Maybe they could scout the place out before we jump into some sort of trap?"
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Bhoors looks at Marquez and Damine and he rolls his eyes. Why am I not flirting? That's weird. . . I miss Shal. I hope she is safe.
"In this we have the benefit of no heavily armed bruisers. We may miss them if this turns south but outside of the gnome I am going to guess this is not the first time being sneaky has been a calling."
"I suggest thinning out not splitting up. I am going to take stab that Amelia knows her way around a window. We will scout the perimeter keep someone on blind corners and pick our entry." He shrugs, "We might also find their sentries."
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"If it works for you Marquez you and I can take the corners and let them get a look at things." He looks at Amelia, "Unless its giftwrapped lets get a look at all sides."[/smaller He takes a minute for them to work out signals. [smaller]"Remember we're going for less than whispers on the wind."
He takes a moment and hums, "Da-dum Da-dum" Invoking the theme of an exciting opera about secret agents doing impossible missions.
Assuming everyone is down with the permeter search Bhoors moves to the Northwest corner and keeps a look out from there.
”Bueno, dinner would be a pleasure.” he smiles and returns Damine’s wink ”Now off jhoo go, quiet as a mouse.” Marquez nods briefly to Bhoors and heads off to his assigned station.
Damine gives a thumbs up as she moves stealthily around to the other corner of the building and doing their sweep of the perimeter.
Damine was feeling INVIGORATED at the thought of Marquez’s charm.
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There are three points of entry that you can make out from the bottom floor. The front gates are not locked, but you think that the hinges probably will squeal if you pull them open, but a little lamp oil ought to do the trick.
You all collectively discover the following:
The most obvious point of entry is the large warehouse rolling door where loading and unloading takes place. That is probably the loudest entry point. There is a large padlock on the southern edge.
Next to the padlock is a smaller entry door, also locked, though you do not think that it is too complicated a device. It has a sliding peephole that can probably be opened from the inside.
The third entry point a window to the North of the yard, though it seems painted over, so you cannot see in. The window also seems latched, though someone with the right tools could probably trip the latch with a slim strip of metal...
Amelia whispers to the others once they regroup. If ye lot want, I bet I can easily slip us in through that there small door. or if ye want, maybe tha' windo', either way, shan't be too much a problem fer me I'd wager. Or, ifn' ye think it would be better, we could a uh.. whats it called, a.. uhhhh. Amelia looks down in thought for a few seconds before speaking in a normal volumed voice, A diversion! thats tha' word! She curses at her minor slip up, Any way, we could have a couple O' us sneak in, an' anotha' couple distract some O' the folk at the front. Though, that's hopin' they don't randomly try nothin' on some lost folk lookin' for directions. She looks to the others for their thoughts.
Bhoors closes his eyes at Amelia's raised voice centering himself, but no other reaction. "Any chance you saw anything inside." He shrugs, "I would go for the window away from the main door keep moving quiet. Maybe they are sleeping it off or out and about."