"Door man"'s page

~~ outside the tavern ~~

Plik keeps his head down, and hood low to avoid gazes and perceptive folks from seeing his goggled gnome mask too clearly. He growls and grumbles curses under the mask's goofy grin as the shore breeze continually sets his hood to full sail.

Plik reaches the doorman, and waves a tri-folded stack of parchments...
"Job seeker. Carpenter, taxidermy... trapper... and sneaky &^$#er... scout.. I guess you'd call it. Where do I...? Got references... show you or...."

Disguise:1d20+5⇒(10)+5=15

The parchments include stamped and signed bounties, testimonials from pleased clients - which include comments mentioning being aware of the fact he is a kobold.

Perception:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

The more talkative fellow watching the door 'looks' at Plik intently for a moment....

Then, with a slight frown, says, "Um... yeah... Okay, you go in and then head up the stairs." He glances first to his fellow door-man and thence around at the rest of the street.

"Just so you know? I've been instructed that they are looking at every one that comes seeking a place on staff... but, you should maybe let the person at the top of the stairs know things straight and upfront, right? I be thinking it makes things go a lot simpler." He offers the advice even as he steps aside to allow Plik entrance.

The fellow nods, "Right. Head in, then up the stairs. See the person at the desk there." He indicates even as he steps aside to allow Navarro to pass. Both guards continue to watch the street calmly and casually. Relaxing now that the figure of Constantine has moved on.

The door men glance at each other as the warrior ( Constantine ) turns and walks away. One shrugs, then he looks back to Navarro,

"Um... so you want to go in, you're looking to get work with the Consortium, right?" While their posture has relaxed they are still wary, continuing to watch the surrounding street and the departing warrior's back.

"I seek, I find, I restore, I redeem, I detain, I destroy."

"I intend to enter here and find suitable employe."

"Do you mean to keep me out?"

The pair at the door glance to one another, both not relaxing.

"Right. Work you want, is it?" The guard asks. "Know something about ships, then?" He points out to Constantine. "Or is there something else you think you can offer a employer?" The guard's voice is... possibly louder than one might think given the distance between the three. Perhaps the fellow is not quite sure of Constantine's grasp of common yet?

The two men now partly blocking the door to the tavern glance quickly to one another though their attention remains very focused on Constantine.

The talkative door guard offers another comment, "Your business, Sir?" Then frowns slightly, "Varisian not your home speak? We have people speakin' others..." He offers Constantine.

With only half his attention on the woman the talkative Door-man nods,

"Right Ma'am. Step inside then head on up to the top of the stairs."

Guard's perception:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

The two men standing casually in the door of the tavern have been watching the street the whole time that any one cares to watch their actions will plainly see.

As the woman approaches again one man gives her all of his attention while the other watches the street and surrounds. Both stand a little straighter, more alert for seeming anything.

"Greetings Miss." He replies cordially with a nod and casual, friendly smile, "Which is it that you be interested in most? Seeking work, or looking for cabins? I be understanding the Consortium is seeking the former and that the other.. well... we don't serve such folk here." And again his eyes take in her current (Yes, the raggedy Ann is helping) appearance.

"Not my place t'say... but I don't think ye'll be seekin' a cabin with the Consortium." He waits for the girl's response. His companion gives a snort, though the meaning of it is not clear.

Dressed in clean leathers with a simple club hanging from his belt the fellow stands a little straighter as Tempest approaches the entry to the tavern within which door way he stands. Upon both men's shoulders has been woven a cloth who's colours are reminiscent of the 'Consortium' about which people are hearing about.

First glancing to his companion, who continues to watch casually up and down the street the fellow gives Tempest his full attention. Even offering a slight smile.

"Good day to you. If it's joining the works ye seek? Then step inside and walk up yon stairs to the desk on the second floor. They'll sort you from there." So saying the pair step easily aside and allow Tempest entry to the building.

Stepping into the darker interior (Compared to the day's sunshine outside) Tempest notes the open bar to his left and the 'common' room to his right. No one currently lounges at the bar, though a fellow is in evidence there. At the tables about the common room sit other men and woman in twos or threes. Again, of easy note, is the coloured patch sewn onto their shoulders marking them as working for the Consortium. Perhaps, given the common standard of dress, they are all guards currently resting between shifts? With this to think upon Tempest climbs the obvious stairs and arrives at a narrow-ish balcony over looking the large room below. Seated at a small desk tucked into a corner at the head of the stairs is...

Those approaching the tavern/place of interest first meet this fellow and an ally standing/leaning casually at the door. Their demeanor is such that interacting with them is the only way to continue inside

Note! Players might also like to post actions as to perusing things around said district. To see what else that might notice for themselves. There are also other taverns not currently flying the Consortium's flag nearby to loiter about in.