You are summonsed to the Magnimar Lodge, Heidmarch Manor, to meet with Venture Captain Sheila Heidmarch concerning the cult of Lissala...
And so it is that you find yourselves in one of several libraries with Heidmarch Manor, meeting with Venture Captains Sheila Heidmarch and Ollysta Zadrian.
Sheila Heidmarch’s brief is short and to the point. “Thousands of years ago, a group of insanely powerful wizard kings ruled Thassilon, a vast world-spanning empire. Many of the great monuments in Varisia, including the Irespan here in Magnimar and the Storval Stairs, are relics of this forgotten age. The wizard kings wielded powerful rune magic and declared themselves rune lords. The Thassilonian empire was destroyed by some immense cataclysmic event, but the runelords were prepared and entombed themselves in hidden, well protected chambers and put themselves into deep, magical sleep.
Until recently, we thought the secret of the location of these chambers and methods of waking the runelords of Thassilon was forgotten. However, your work and other recent findings have revealed that a powerful group of Lissalan cultists knows where Runelord Krune is sleeping and are working to waken him from his long sleep. Awakening a powerful and ambitious wizard like Krune would have a massive impact on Golarion the Decemvirate would prefer to avoid.”
Sheila nods to the armoured woman next to her. “Ollysta has been actively pursuing the activities of the cult. She just got a lead about a powerful branch of Lissalan cultists operating in Kaer Maga. We need you to track down the cultists and find out what they are planning and disrupt their operation in Kaer Maga.”
"If you've any questions, Ollysta is better placed than I to provide answers." Heidmarch concludes.
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A dude in a dark cloak steps out of the shadows of a bookcase, pulls back the hood revealing a face with sharp Elven features and long flowing black hair. He bows, saying simply, "Daedîn, at your service..."
Upon the brief's end, he hisses in disgust. "I know of the cult of Lissala; I've dealt with them before. She is the corrupt goddess of runes and knowledge, and her holy symbol is the Sihedron rune, damn her eyes..."
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"Krune? From the extra bit of research I've done since our last mission, I believe Krune was Lissala's high priest...and is otherwise known as the Runelord of Sloth." Seldanna speaks up. "In spite of the fact that Lissala has vanished and her high priest is sleeping, it is clear that a cult still survives which is dedicated to returning her influence to Golarion."
A frown crinkles her brow as she shares further information. "I also learnt that during holidays in Thassilonian times, the followers of Lissala practiced a ritual called the Feast of Sigils, which empasized indulgence and excess...perhaps they are planning something of that sort in Kaer Maga?"
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"Huh. I knew about the whole Krune-being-Lissala's-high-priest bit but not that stuff about the Feast of Sigils," remarks a young lady-gnome with strawberry-blonde hair. "Sounds pretty gross and blasphemous!"
The gnome is dressed in a sparkling chain shirt and carries a lance of adamantine slung across her back, along with her pack and an assortment of other weapons. She also wears a small wooden holy symbol around her neck, depicting a colorful bird. Sitting beside her is a rather large...fire cat? Except that it sports leathery black wings and has only a small stub for a tail.
"So...what sort of information do we have about this cult? Anyone in Kaer Maga seen anything super specific that'd give us a good lead to start with?"
Sitting on Seldanna's shoulder, Lonan recoils in startled surprise at the sight of the fiery cat. "CAAAAAAW! A talking cat? CAAAAAW! Maybe I stay at home for this mission! CAAAAW! He scurries down into the hood at Seldanna's back.
The witch just shakes her head and tut tuts. "No you're definitely coming. Here I picked up a nice little cage for you Lonan." She retrieves the satchel from her pack and tries to coax the rave inside. "No cats...or other things will hurt you in here!"
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"I don't know, an indulgent feast doesn't sound horrible. But knowing what the Lissalans do, something tells me that it's not roasted lamb or crispy fried pork on the menu. Will this be a Feasters of the Heart-type thing again?" The Varisian man strokes his oiled beard. Scars run up and down his arms, but he moves them without any hint of pain.
A brown and gold snake slides down his shoulder and coils around his forearm. He grins as if he's heard a joke. "Darla wants to know if there will be rats at the feast." He holds up his arm and speak to the snake in a hissing tone. "I'm afraid if you bite a Lissalan, you'll be the one poisoned."
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The human sitting at the table had taken the latest edition of the Pathfinder Chronicle and perused it as others arrive. His dark clothing is accented by a magnificent pine green cloak, edged in elven runes of gold. He begins to take notes, and in some cases he quietly shakes his head as he makes corrections to the publication.
Fendel drank tea as he waited for the briefing to begin. The concealed woodsman has excellent shadowcraft. Perhaps something to do with his upbringing. I suspect the others are completely unaware of his presence. He is patient if nothing else.
As Daedîn reveals himself, the detective raises his cup and nods appreciatively at the effort.
Setting his tea down, "I concur with Seldanna and Nina's assessment. As I recall, 'The Feast of Sigils' was a ritual of power in which participants would sacrifice a small part of themselves and in return gain great power."
He looks about the room. "Please, forgive my manners. I am Fendel Meniska. I should most likely to prove to be our eyes and ears on this endeavor upon which we are dispatched."
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The beautiful blue haired gnome wearing heavy spiked plate mail armor and bearing a greatsword and lucene hammer introduces herself as Quiella Hollysharp of clan Durgil. Her reindeer, wearing barding with a lance strapped to it, she introduces as Sérié.
Quiella nods in agreement with the venture captain. "This vile cult must be stopped. What can you tell us about the particular cultists in Kaer Maga? What do you think they might be up to?"
Ollysta answers your questions.
“We have a friend in Kaer Maga. Several weeks ago she sent me a letter asking for help with a criminal element in the City of Strangers. These are the Lissalans. Our friend realised that they were tampering with foul magic, and that we were her best chance to find help. You’ll meet her at or near the Blushing Rose brothel. Ask for Miss Feathers. We’re not sure how embroiled in this she is, so make sure she’s doing well. She can be a valuable contact in the city.
Miss Feathers should be able to answer your more specific questions about the cult's activities."
Ollysta Zadrian looks at the talking cat-thing, Incandescence. She pauses for a moment, then replies to the eidolon. "Whilst I urge extreme caution in even jovial veneration of the Gods Below, I think that you are right about Kaer Maga. The City of Strangers is a good place to be if you want to be ignored. It is lawless and chaotic. Be on your guard."
"Transport has been arranged." VC Heidmarch adds. "You're travelling via Wind Walk. The weather is fine so as long as you don't get lost you'll be within the vicinity of Kaer Maga and the Storval Plateau in around ten hours. So that will be a little before the spell expires. If you've any last minute supplies to requisition, do so now. You leave at dawn."
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"Hit up the Blushing Rose brothel and talk to Miss Feathers. Sounds like a plan," the gnome nods. "Oh! By the way, I'm Nina Brightspark. From Whistledown, way off in Varisia. It's uh...mostly a gnomish town, so if you're not heard much about it, that's okay," she explains. "I'm a knight of Sarenrae! Inky and I can be a terror on the battlefield and I know some things about different things, so I promise we'll be able to pull our weight!"
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Teric gives Nina a bow and a sly grin. "Lady Nina, it is a pleasure to meet you. I know some of these other ruffians, but I am Trade Prince Teric Cain. When the my cousin, Guaril, isn't asking for my help, I run several businesses from Varisia myself. I know exactly where Whistledown is, in fact! I've spent years in Magnimar and Korvosa, and I must have passed through the town a dozen times."
He turns back to Heidmarch. "Wind Walk, eh?" He smooths his mustache. "Terrible on the hair, but a handy way to travel. Miss Feathers can tell us about this foul magic? We should be able to handle that. Did she say anything about vampires? The last cult was run by a vampire."
"Not just 'a brothel', Daedîn, but the foremost such establishment in Kaer Maga. The Blushing Rose is famous across Varisia" Sheila Heidmarch smiles whilst Ollysta Zadrian's mouth forms an equal and opposite frown.
"No word of vampires, Trade Prince" replies Ollysta to Teric. "But we don't know precisely what connections, if any, the Lissalans in Kaer Maga might have to the cell you encountered."
"Get some rest, agents. Be back here half an hour before dawn."
And so, the next morning, you assemble with all your gear and your various companion creatures in a courtyard at Heidmarch Manor. Ollysta Zadrian is present, with two Abadarian clerics in rich formal regalia.
Ollysta gives you a rough map of Kaer Maga showing the location of the Blushing Rose. "It's in the Hospice district. You'll find it easily enough."
"For those of you who have never Wind Walked before, you have two speeds: very slow, and very fast. You will need to travel fast to reach Kaer Maga before the spell expires, but there is sufficient slack that you can stop to take on rations and water." One of the Abadarans goes into some detail of the workings of the spell before he and his colleague apply the magic to the whole group (though they do not accompany you.)
True to Heidmarch and the Abadarians' expectations, the Wind Walk spell carries you almost all the way to the City of Strangers by nightfall. The last hour you travel on foot.
The stone ring of Kaer Maga stands at the edge of the great rocky shelf known as the Storval Rise. Towering 3,000 feet high in places and never dipping below a thousand, Storval Rise is carved with the faces and forms of a myriad vanished kings and gods.
From a distance, Kaer Maga appears to be an enormous outcropping of gleaming, white stone extending straight up from the cliff’s edge, its 80-foot-high walls forming a seamless, six-sided ring and its squared-off skyline broken only by a cluster of towers and minarets at the south end. As you draw closer, however, you see that the great walls are revealed to be riddled with holes at every level, doors and windows carved by its residents. From these random entrances hang knotted ropes and ladders, cargo nets and winch-operated dumbwaiters, which residents use to come and go without a second thought — even children swing stories above the ground and scamper carelessly across makeshift landings. While several gated entrances at ground level are big enough for carts to pass through unhindered, most newcomers enter through the Warren, a vast break in the walls where some unknown force shattered the stone in ages past. Here a highrise of wooden scaffolding and temporary structures towers almost as tall as the walls themselves, and Kaer Maga’s poorest citizens live arboreally on planks and nets in a shantytown of vast proportions.
As you pass through the Warren you realise the the true strangeness of the city’s construction, for rather than being bordered externally by stout defensive walls, most of Kaer Maga lies literally inside its walls. Hundreds of feet thick, these vast stone bulwarks are mostly hollow, riddled through with chambers large and small and housing most of the city’s population in the twilight beneath their roof. In places the chambers are large enough that structures rise up the sides or stand free like those of a conventional city, while in others its interior is split into distinct floors, with entire neighbourhoods stacked one on top of each other.
You reach 'the Gap', a wide break through the shantytown's seven story scaffold sufficient to allow a half a dozen merchant carts and wagons through at once. The thoroughfare is busy, not only as a result of the incoming and outgoing merchant traffic, but also because it is choked with hawkers and barkers, and urchins offering various services.
"Geezers, look 'ere, Savo the Sage is 'ere to tell you your futures!" says a one-eyed youth who is either part cyclops or a very deformed human.
"Where's ye goin' guvnors?" asks a ragged girl. "Ye ain't exactly new to Kaer Maga, cus no-one is. But ye'll get yerselves lost without a guide, an' I'm the best, that I am guvnors. One gold coin is all I ask, an' I'll get ye anywhere 'cept the Shrine of the Seal or my name ain't Ally Gaira!"
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"Woooooooow. This place almost looks like it could've been built by gnomes," Nina whistles as the group finally reaches the Gap and she's got a moment to really look around. "Just imagine the engineering know-how it must've took to build some of these buildings and neighborhoods without everything just crashing down!"
She pauses for a moment.
"That and maybe some trial-and-error. Most gnomish engineering involves a hefty dose of trial-and-error, you know. It wouldn't really be true gnomish engineering, otherwise."
When the ragged girl approaches the group, Nina smiles at her and then glances back at the group. "You know, the city is pretty big. It probably wouldn't hurt to hire a guide - especially now that it's dark."
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Teric rubs his hands together as they enter the city. "Ah, Kaer Maga! A place where even the most exotic treasures have a buyer! And, trust me, I'm a man who can get someone anything they want!" He laughs.
When the children approach them, Teric smiles. He enjoyed seeing little swindlers work as long as they were respectful. He winks at them and then turns to Nina. "Oh, yes, a guide would be very smart."
Teric looks at the girl. "Ally, this is Miss Nina here. My name is Teric. We're in the city for a few days. If you are as good as you say, then we could use a guide for our whole time here. How about this? We can hire you for the whole time we're here. You guide us anywhere we want, whenever we want. The fast way, the safe way, the way we won't be noticed, whatever we ask. If you can do that, I think Miss Nina might be able to afford your price each day. A gold a day to be our guide, but you stay with us or nearby."
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"Not just 'a brothel', Daedîn, but the foremost such establishment in Kaer Maga. The Blushing Rose is famous across Varisia" Sheila Heidmarch smiles whilst Ollysta Zadrian's mouth forms an equal and opposite frown.
Daedîn smiles widely. "You have me intrigued, m'Lady...I look forward to visiting this 'foremost' establishment..."
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Upon arriving in Kaer Maga, the rogue keeps his eyes open...
When the ragged girl approaches the group, Nina smiles at her and then glances back at the group. "You know, the city is pretty big. It probably wouldn't hurt to hire a guide - especially now that it's dark."
Daedîn nods in agreement with Nina and Teric, tossing a gold piece to the girl. "And here's your first installment...take us to the The Blushing Rose, please…"
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Inky blinks and looks from Nina to Teric to the little girl and then back to Teric and then to Nina again.
"Uh...seriously? No offense to the girl or to guides - hiring one actually sounds like a smart thing to do - but are you going to let him stick you with the bill for it?"
The eidolon then huffs and rolls her eyes.
"Of course you are. But whatever. It's your money."
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Also slightly taken aback by the eagerness to hire a guide, a child no less, that there seems to be no thought to any possible repercussions.
So, now we have given our presence and destination to the first person we have met. Night has fallen, and these two didn't even have the foresight to check to see if she is truly mortal.
He scans the ally, Surly this urchin cannot be alone.
He then slides a flask of holy water into his hand. He gets close enough to surreptitiously sprinkle some on the 'guide' to see if there is some reaction.
He also watches her response and interaction with the rest of the team.
"Whatever you ask, guvnor?" Urchin Ally replies. "Sounds a bit dangerous. Yer looks like dangerous people. An' round the clock too eh? I c'n do it. But it'll cost yer extra. Two gold coins per day. An' I sleep in the same places ye sleep. An' I eat whatever meals ye eat. At yer expense, o' course. Deal?"
Ally deftly catches the coin flicked her way by Daedîn, and with a cheerful nod says "That's yer retainer, good for one trip guv. Blushing Rose if that's yer fancy."
Whilst the urchin negotiates, Fendel deftly sprinkles a few drops of holy water on her. She misses the ploy, but feels the water on her skin and looks up. "Oi! That ye agin, Missus Potts? Keep it t' yerself!"
Fendel notices no unusual reactions. The child seems human, and has confidence in her abilities.
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Teric narrows his eyes at the little girl for a moment, then glances back at Nina. "I suppose if she's with us, then she's not getting into trouble. Perhaps it's worth it. Plus, Daedîn already paid half her first day."
He looks at Fendel, shrugging. "Children sometimes know more than they're expected to and people rarely give them a second thought." He smirks for an instant so quick that you're not sure if you just imagined it.
"It's a deal, little lady knight! Next stop, The Blushing Rose!" Urchin Ally puffs out her chest and puts her hands on her hips. "Ye follow Ally Gaira, now, and be sure to keep up! Safe, quick and unseen, guv. We're going Ringward then. I hope Moose there is sure-footed!"
Urchin Ally darts off to the north, clambering up through the scaffolds. Every so often she looks over her shoulders to make sure that you're keeping up. "It'll take a little longer cus of Moose" she says, as she looks for routes avoiding rope climbing or steep stairways.
Ally leads you into the Ring - the walls of Kaer Maga. What greets you is quite astonishing. You have entered a bewildering maze of colour. Buildings crowd in on both sides, and also above and below you where multiple layers of streets exist, one on top of the other, joined by ramps, ropes, stairs and slopes. And the noise! The whole place is a riot of song and laughter. Most unusually of all, given that the darkness is only broken up by lanterns and torchlight, is the birdsong: a sweet cacophony that surrounds you.
"Oriat" says Ally. "Artists' district. But if ye see anyone looks like a monk, don't make eye contact! And no matter how ye might be tempted by sights or sounds, don't go Below!"
After a couple of hours scampering after your guide, you emerge into the open air again. Starlight shines down into the crater that forms the core of Kaer Maga. The buildings here are old, their age speaking of decadence. From alleyways and windows harlots of every stripe call to you, offering pleasures of the flesh.
"Hospice. Nearly there now. Ye can get anythin' yer want in Hospice district, guv. Only be sure yer want it."
You pass an inn with a hugely corpulent half orc minding the door. The sign above reads "The Sorry Excuse". "Ye stayin' here when ye're done at the 'Rose?" asks Ally. "Canary House is better, if ye've got the coin."
Less than ten minutes later you come upon a four storey building bedecked in fresh roses. No guard stands outside, but a steady stream of men and women come and go. "The Blushing Rose, guv. And ye've most of the night still ahead of ye. I'll not go in, don't wanna be taken for a strumpet. No offence t' the working ladies. If ye order food, remember our deal: I eat whatever ye eat, so send mine out here."
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As they move through the elaborate passageways of the town, Fendel does his best to keep track of their course as well as making certain they are not being followed.
The detective nods his agreement to taking refuge at 'The Canary'. He follows the rogue into the establishment. Still wary, he senses take in as much information as possible, seeking out any danger.
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Teric pauses as the others head to the Rose. He looks down at Ally with a small smile. "You should be able to eat for weeks on that gold. Just remember who helped you get it. Maybe I'll need a favor from you one day... But good work. What do you like to eat?" He winks at her and then heads after the others.
As he walks, he considers that he doesn't know what kind of reception Miss Feather will have for them. He casts a quick protection spell on himself.
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Seldanna follows along with the group. Usually preferring to spend her spare time indoors poring over an old book or perfecting some spells, Seldanna is a little uneasy in the presence of so much physical decadence. Happy to let the others do the talking, the young witch quietly observes her surroundings.
Also wanting to be well prepared, she protects herself with some spells and a tap of a wand.For the first time she also calls on the dark power of the tattoo she picked up in her last mission...the warmth of which surges up her left arm and through her whole body as if her blood was being heated with some invisible flame.
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For her part Nina enjoys the trip through the Ring and it's a wonder she doesn't fall off at any point during the journey, what with all the head-craning she does to look at this and that. When Ally pauses to warn them about the monks and going Below, Nina glances at her fellow gnome and then nods.
"Yeah, what's Below? And why do we need to avoid those monks?"
Later, once they finally reach their destination, Nina looks around and then back to their little guide with some concern. "Are you sure you'll be okay out here by yourself?"
"Kaer Maga's as old as Time they say, mebbe older. Built on top of stuff on top of stuff on top of more stuff. The deeper 'n' darker yer go, the weirder 'n' more dangerous it gets.
I told yer I'd take yer anywhere but the Shrine of the Seal. Well that's right here in Oriat, just a couple of levels beneath us. Them monks? The Brothers of the Seal. They's been fighting some kinda civil war amongst 'emselves since m' Pa were my age, only they don't care who else gets caught up in it."
Fendel is sure that you weren't followed. Nobody seems to pay you any mind at all, in fact.
"Weeks?!" Ally replies to Teric incredulously. "Ye ain't seen Meatgate prices guv! As fer what I'd like: rat-on-a-stick! If they ain't got that, I'll have storval horse-steak, cooked rare, with a truffle sauce and fondant potato. Alright, guv?
Hey, I'll be fine, I'm as big as you two" Ally looks at the two gnomish knights. "But if yer like, yer can leave Bat-Cat here to play with me!" She grins, and reaches out tentatively to pet the eidolon. "I'll take ye to the Canary House when yer done here."
Inside the Blushing Rose is bustling. Painted harlots negotiate with customers in corridors before leading them off into myriad side rooms. Common rooms allow guests to relax with drinks and food whilst they select from the establishment's other 'menu'.
Both Daedîn and Fendel note that there are no apparent security personnel. But there's no shortage of eager, burly men amongst the guests.
As you enter, a half-elven courtesan wearing an elaborate mempo and very little else greets you. "Good evening, sweethearts. Please leave your animals in the stable out back. If you're looking for Miss Aggie you can find her there. If not, what can Miss Oni tempt you with tonight?"
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Inky blinks and stares at Ally for a moment. Then she sighs.
"You know what? Sure. I'll stay out here with the kid. May as well, since I'm the wrong kind of p-er, cat, for a place like this anyway. Anyway Nina, you know the drill - don't go too far or I go *poof* back home."
As the rest of the group begins filing inside, the eidolon takes up a sentinel position near the door...and doesn't flinch away when Ally reaches out to pet her.
"Just don't pull on the wings, okay kid?"
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"Ooooh my goshhhhhhh," Nina whispers as the group makes their way inside, trying her hardest not to stare too hard or too long at any of the workers or their customers. "This sort of thing normally isn't my cuppa but, um, some of these folks are really easy on the eyes!"
And truthfully, she's more than a little relieved when Daedîn gets right down to business. "Um, th-that's right! We'd like to see Miss Feathers, please. If she's not, um...too busy..."
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Teric raises an eyebrow at Ally. "You've got some interesting tastes for a street rat. Fine, I'll make sure you get something." He proceeds into the building with the others.
The Varisian openly leers at the women present. "Well, perhaps, I should speak to some of these others just in case they know anything too..."
"Street rat?! Harrumph! As if I'd actually eat rat-on-a-stick... Oooh, I get to play with Bat-Cat!" Ally is distracted by Inky and starts petting the eidolon as the rest of you make your way into the Blushing Rose.
"Miss Feathers? Oh, sweethearts, I'm disappointed" remarks the masked Miss Oni as she brushes her lithe body against Daedîn. "But you can't all want Miss Feathers, surely? There's enough of you to go around."
Seeing no serious interest in her own services, Miss Oni shrugs. "She's on a break. I expect she's over the road knocking back cocktails in one of the taverns. I suppose if you've come here for Miss Feathers' specialty then you won't be satisfied with anyone else."
Miss Oni turns her back and goes looking for more willing clients.
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Daedîn reacts...warmly...to Miss Oni as she brushes up against him. ”Uhhh...Miss Oni...I swear, we’re just here to talk to Miss Feathers. How ‘bout a rain check?“ he asks hopefully as she sways away...
Turning back to the others, he mutters, ”Wow...now I know what Lady Heidmarch was talking about...foremost establishment, indeed...”
He sighs before continuing. ”I suppose we should check out the taverns...perhaps go back ask Ally which one Miss Feathers is likely to frequent...” he pauses looking back towards Miss Oni. ”...or perhaps we could await here for her return...”
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Though not always the wisest or most perceptive of individuals, Nina considers Miss Oni's disappointment for a moment and then fishes into her pocket. Assuming that Fendel and Daedîn manage to hold Miss Oni's attention for just a bit longer, she clears her throat.
"Um, I know time is money for folks in your line of um, work. So...a gold, in exchange for taking your time to talk to us and answer my friend's question?"
The masked courtesan turns back and accepts Nina's coin, slipping it into the tiniest of silk purses. "Try The Stolen Kiss. It's right opposite us. Quiet place." With that parting advice Miss Oni moves off again.
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As group turns to go across the street, they find Teric lounging in a chair with a cute brunette sitting across his lap and playing with his beard. He suddenly notices the group. "What? I thought we were staying a bit to find answers. I think one has some..." He smiles at the girl, but then sighs and rolls his eyes. "I think I'll need to take a raincheck, my dear. Business first. But do save me a spot on your dance card for later."
He rises, nearly dumping the girl on the floor. "Now then, where to?" he says, as the man was obviously pre-occupied during their conversations.
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Daedîn nods. "Aye, my friend...there are many answers to be found here...just not the ones we were sent to find..." He smirks, then adds, "Maybe we can debrief Lady Heidmarch and Ollysta Zadrian here when we're through...it is a foremost establishment, after all..."
With that, the rogue heads out, nods to Ally, saying, "We're headed across the street to the Stolen Kiss...we'll grab you a bite to eat there..."
He takes in the outsides of the place before entering, observing, and looking for Miss Feathers...
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"Thank you!" Nina calls to Miss Oni as she departs and then hurries to catch up with Daedîn and the others as they head out and across the street.
"Um...I dunno, do you think that place is the sort of place VC Heidmarch and Leader Zadrian would want to visit?" she asks, casting a dubious glance back. "Seems more Miss Zarta's speed..."
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Quiella nods approvingly to Nina. "Well done." Before Oni turns, Quiella offers a few coins of her own "May I trouble you for one more question? What does Miss Feathers look like?"
After receiving her answer she smiles at the woman, giving her a firm look in her eyes (if she can see them through the mask). "Thank you for your trouble."
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Quiella leads the way to the Stolen Kiss. Once inside she looks around for Miss Feathers, then asks for her if she does not see her anywhere.
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Seldanna keeps to herself in the establishment, taking the time to sort through her scrolls and examine the contents of her spell pouch, tut-tutting every now again as some of the group and the other patrons engaged with the staff.
As the group heads out to their next port of call, the red-headed witch notices that Lonan has wandered away and is chatting to a fine looking red and blue parrot across the other side of the room.