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"Theo is right, we need to be quick." Dasim says while slipping his rapier back into its sheath. "I'd guess the code numbers we found on the documents in Zarta's study match the filing system in some way." Trying to prove his theory he starts looking through the files to find the proper matches to the written codes.
Dasim crawls out of the vent and dusts some of the dirt and grime from his coat and pants. As he does so he tries to get an understanding of how the books in the library are organized. "I wonder if there's something in one of these books or scrolls that will offer us another clue as to what happened." He says while starting to examine a few of the books and shelves more closely.
As Okawe starts to looks for signs of travel, Dasim thinks back to the message and says, "We've not much time. Look at that message from the desk again. The capitalized words. Vent, Lion, Scales, King, Centaur. We are in the Vent." He gestures to the left fork, the one marked with the lion head. "Now we follow the path marked by the Lion. I say we go that way."
"I'm not sure exactly." Dasim says to Theo with a shrug. "I didn't really expect to find anything in here, but it's good to be thorough in our search." Running his hand over his hair a couple of times he says, "We should look for the ambassador's or perhaps Anstrella's quarters. That is where any documents or other hints to what happened are most likely to be found." Seeing that everyone is changed, Dasim checks the hallway to see if it is clear and then slips across to the door opposite the servants quarters.
Dasim merely keeps the tray he is carrying. He attempts to sneak a look out the southwest door, but is distracted when a servant enters just as Okawe is slipping out of his armor. Trying to fend off any questions, Dasim gives the servant an authoritative look saying, "Anstrella brought in some additional help for the gala. I'll see they know what to do."
Watching the others shoot out into the hallway, Dasim mutters a few silent curses to himself as he waits for the right moment before following. Not wanting to leave any stone unturned he ducks into the kitchens and flags one of the staff. "The musicians will need some bread and watered wine for the next break." He says with mild, but steadfast authority. "Fix me a tray and I'll see it delivered." Once he has the tray he'll step out of the kitchens and catch up to the others in the garden using the impromptu disguise to help him move past any onlookers.
Dasim sits and breathes a soft sigh of relief when Ailena closes the door behind her. Standing back up as the opposite door clicks open, he nods to both Zander and Kiyoshi. "I agree. The sooner we get this finished the better." He says. Stepping out into the small empty hall, he slips over to check the opposite door to see if it is locked or if he can hear any sign of guards or other embassy staff loitering on the other side.
Dasim gave Kiyoshi a sympathetic tap on the arm to let the healer know he understood and sympathized with the man's feelings. Shiver was commonly used in some of the circles he had traveled in and he had seen what it could do to descent folk. But at the same time, he couldn't jeopardize the mission. Something had happened to Draleen and he was determined to find out what. Throwing on one of his best smiles, Dasim approaches Ailena and offers her a deep bow sweeping the hood of his cloak back from his head. "My apologies for the disruption of the usual channels. However, we were being pursued by hostile forces seeking to prevent the information we carry from reaching the ambassador's eyes. If you could just show us to a room where we will wait for the ambassador?" Rising and stepping back his brows furrow slightly as his tone becomes solemn. "Clearly you are a lawful and patriotic woman who takes her job seriously. As do I. Which is why I am here after slipping through dingy alleys and filthy backwaters eating horrible, barbaric food for the past several days." He smiles again meeting her gaze with his own. "I would much rather be attending his Lordship's gala, with an elegant and attractive woman like yourself on my arm, but alas duty calls."
Once everyone has signaled their readiness, Dasim will tuck his flute and one of the scroll cases under his arm as he leads the way down the
"This looks like the place lads. The ambassador's clerk said we should enter at the north door, us being special entertainers for his
Finishing his approach to the guard, he provides a deep courtly bow. "Chepe's Courtly Troupe at your service. We are here at the ambassador's request to provide special entertainment for the gala. May we pass?" As he completes the bow, Dasim steps in and up to whisper in the guard's ear while slipping two gold measures into his palm. "Don't look, but I think we are being followed. We've important information for the ambassador about the empires holdings in Sargava. Information that someone else, would like to get their hands on." He glances back down the alley as if expecting pursuers to pop around the corner at any moment. "Keep your eyes open and let me know if you see anyone loitering around the alley. There'll be another measure for you on my way out if the alley is clear."
Clearing his throat with a wry grin, Dasim nods his agreement with the knife fighter. "He's correct, despite the...err...poor choice of words. Those less used to moving in the shadows would benefit more from the potions." Stroking his neatly trimmer beard in thought, he contemplates the scrolls. Finally he says while looking to the group, "But the scrolls may be of more use to those speaking with the guards and embassy staff. Any thoughts?"
After listening intently to the Venture-Captain's briefing, Dasim spends a few more seconds examining the exterior of the embassy. The music and general noise of many conversations could easily be heard outside. Helpful in covering up any unfortunate noise from their venture. His attention turns to the others as they speak. Returning the healer's bow with a nod of his own he says in a smooth, pleasant voice, "Dasim Travani, at your service. Let us hope we don't need your skills, but as the warrior says, I too, am happy to have you with us." His eyes flick back to the Venture-Captain as he adjusts the brightly covered scarf wrapped around his neck. "You mentioned specialized tools requisitioned for this mission?" Encounter Elf has not created a profile. |
