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Draco watches from the side alongside Cimri, watching the business deal go down between them, the new hounds of the archbaron, and this Ingoe. Despite how far he was actually certain he could throw him, he know better than to implicitly trust the man either.
"That is fair, that is fair. Good idea, Cimri." Draco says, turning his head towards the others as they begin to come out and join them. The party was assembled again and despite the earlier displeasure, Draco's mood looks significantly uplifted. That Sense Motive: Draco seems more calm in the woman's presence. It seems that the two had shared a moment of some sort. The air is positive for certain.
Draco ignores the screaming tavern owner, a wide grin on his face as he walks beside Cimri outside in the warmth. Rufus trotted alongside him happily as the big man gave a grin towards Cimri. "Well, I'm sure the others will come scold me in time. What should we do first? We need to start poking our noses where they don't belong if we're going to chase out the baron's enemies." Draco mentions, eyeing the territory around them.
In The Back:
Draco laughed at that, shaking his head a little bit as he looked up at her. She complained fiercely about it and did bring up a good point; they weren't really deputies, they were told to figure out what was going on and not burn the whole place down.
"Well, that is fair. We're agents of violence, we're supposed to kick the hornets' nest and then run. If we live, great. If we die, they know where the nest is." Draco said with a shrug, taking the bowl of stew and placing it before Rufus before sitting back down. He lifted his spoon and watched his faithful pup. The canine watched him with big eyes, perfectly still, waiting for the command. With a click of his tongue and a nod, Rufus eagerly began to devour the bowl while Draco ate slowly. "It is about balance Cimri. I know you've been in this business for awhile but these religious folks, you got to learn to work with them. We give them a foundation, an outlook not found in dogma or some s!&%. Sticking someone and leaving them with a gut wound? Unacceptable because he didn't come in that way. Beat him all you want though, bruises and broken lips are far more treatable and a welcome threat." He slurps up another spoonful of soup, nodding at its taste as the waitress comes back. "When they're done eating, we'll make a plan of where we'll strike yeah? Get back to work." Draco said as he looked to the waitress and offered a smile. [b]"Excuse me, miss? The stew is great and your service, spectacular. Here." He hands over two gold pieces. "One for you, one for the cook. Another one for you tomorrow if you don't clean this up." "Cimri, you mind stepping to the side?" He said as he scooted back on his chair to have a clear line of sight down the hallway towards the main dining room. In the main dining room, things would be calm and collected since Draco left. Yet a moment later, a large bowl half-full of stew came sailing out from the hall he had brought the chair down before smashing against the wall. Potatoes, meat sauce, beef, and carrots went everywhere as the tacky, decorative bowl shattered underneath his strength. "Apologies for the mess." Draco said, standing up and using his foot to kick the chair over. He paid the waitress what was owed for the meal and made his way out the backdoor, Rufus eagerly following as he licked his chops.
In The Back: Draco's expression softens as Cimri produces a cranberry muffin, the soft and sweet fragrance coming off of it. The man chuckles at her words, ripping the muffin in half and tossing one side to the large hound. Rufus snaps it from the air, barely tasting it before it is gone.
"Worst crimes to go down for. A muffin thief though? Inexcusable behavior here in Longacre." He says with a dry laugh, biting into the muffin. A soft sound of enjoyment leaves him, eyes closing for a second before he laughs to himself. "Muffins must thrive on spite, this is delicious." He looks around for a moment, seeing that no one else has come to join them, before rubbing at his eyes and leaning back in the nice seat he had. "Nice to get away. Lucien, Alessandra, and Jerax are...nice enough but I can only stand being in their religious three-way for so long. Folks don't realize that when you're in power, you need to enjoy it a little bit. All too often, its fleeting." Draco says with a sigh in his voice, staring out the back and into the area surrounding Longacre itself. His attention turns back to Cimri though, a small smirk coming to his lips. "How are you enjoying your new position, deputy?"
The large, and somewhat simple, mercenary sits in the chair with Rufus sitting right outside the door. A look of displeasure is on his face as he taps his foot with irritation, arms folded, waiting for two bowls of stew. No reason that he wouldn't get the bestest boy a bowl as well; the canine was well-trained, groomed, and more trustworthy than any person he had ever met. He barely takes in Cimri as she makes her way to the back, a gruff scoff leaving him as his arms fold up. "You hear to keep an eye on me, make sure I don't take the hag's head?" The man growls, shaking his head lightly. "I don't need a nanny, I'm not a fool after all." Draco grunts, frowning all the while as his stomach grumbles a bit.
"Fine." Draco mutters in a growl, rising up from the table and rolling his shoulders. "At the backdoor, yeah?" The tall, irritated man would drag a chair from the front with as much noise as he could all the way to the back, Rufus following beside loyally.
Draco rolls his eyes, muttering softly about the fun of authority and not doing anything with it.
Draco looks at Jerax for a few moments before the slightest shadow of a grin spreads across his face. "I would love to see what you do if they spit in your food."
"Then. make. me." Draco says, tilting his head slightly. "And if I even think I find some spit or worse in my soup, you can join your competition out in the stocks. Yeah?" Draco says, folding his arms and putting his feet up onto the large hound.
"The dog is a deputy. He stays where I go." Draco says with a low, irritated tone, staring down the older woman that threatened him to go. Rufus lowly rumbled underneath the table.
"Stew and bread sounds delicious. Some meat for the good boy, yeah?" Draco says to the waitress, trying to put on a pleasant smile.
"Nice place." Draco muttered, knocking the mud off of his boots as he makes his way over towards one of the tables alongside the large tiefling. Rufus pads over, curling up at the mercenary's feet as he settles into the seat and surveys the room. There was something enjoyable about having people not be willing to look at you. Maybe being part of the law wasn't so bad.
"Sounds delicious to me." Draco says merrily, patting the man on the back. "Cimri, know anywhere to eat?"
"Right you are." Draco says, not actually arguing with the man. "Can't be much of an example if you're dead. Where would the point of that be?" The large man works to put him in the pillory for all to see, locking him up tightly before slapping his hands together like a job well done.
"The man got cut by Cimri. Girl's got a mean streak." Draco said as he helps Bolgart make his way to the stocks. He looks back at the divinely inspired, giving them a nod. "Any of you able to make sure he won't pass on the stocks? Would be a bad look."
"Fair enough. Rufus and I will keep an eye on him; no need to let the townsfolk think they can just come on in and cause any trouble freely." Draco says, making his way to the front of the sheriff's office.
As Jerax swings his weapon, Draco goes in with the sap in hand aiming to clock the chef right out.
Draco would watch Alessandra move the barmaid out of the way, giving a nod of thanks to her before clearing his throat loudly. "Welp, time's up." Draco said quickly, taking his sap in hand before giving a whistle to his trusty dog. It was time to get to work.
Draco steps in behind Jerax, hand on his sap. The large dog growls beside his master as Draco clears his throat. "Uh...yeah. What the tiefling said. Everyone out now!"
Mmmm, Draco is a meaty boy.
Rufus is the best boy.
Awww yeah, I can now probably survive a feral herd of cats now. I'll level up in a bit, have to call back some jobs :D
"...yeah...sure. That was what I was going to say." Draco says quietly, keeping his comments of how horrendously ugly the baby-bug-thing was. Gross. "I am ready when you all are. Let us round this man up and get this taken care of." They were being paid well and officially now. Perhaps he could mark it off on his taxes that he was in contract with the Baron. Wouldn't hurt.
"F@%~, you're-" Draco mutters, still peeved that his hand hurts before he catches himself. Clenching his fist, he sat up a little straighter and nodded. "A pleasure, Razelago. What news do you have?"
"By the f$@!ing Nine hells..." Draco hisses out, pulling back his hand and nursing it. He held a g%*+*$n greatsword, what were they thinking burning a soldier's hand? What if he got mugged? Rufus would kill them but they could hurt his dog? "I really need to make a clause for extra costs for "stupid ritual s!$*" in my contract, I swear..." Draco thought, giving the stinkeye to the Baron. Rufus whined softly, trying to lick at his master's burnt palm.
Draco watches the two of them press their palm against the stone and there is mentioning of the stone stinging them. Of course it stings, these forsaken Asmodeans loved their painful contracts. Sighing, he would step forward now and crack his fingers before putting his hand against the stone. “I swear my absolute allegiance to Archbaron Darellus Fex, Her Infernal Majestrix Queen Abrogail II of the Thrice-Damned House of Thrune, and the Empire of Cheliax." Draco recites word by word.
"What in the Nine Hells does that crystal thing do?" Draco asks, his brow furrowing. Power exuded from the thing and even Rufus seemed somewhat taken aback. Draco had a thing about touching magical things and making oaths.
"So we're working underneath you but with no actual title of power and enforcement to back it up? I understand our purpose seems to be to rise the hackles of the populace and stir these rebelling forces into more open action but having some level of authority will be good to keep the whole town from burning us down when we do what we must." Draco says, rubbing his chin lightly. Even one of them being found as sheriff and the rest as deputies would allow them some breathing room. One the other hand though. "If not, are we free to do what must be done for Asmodeus's justice or whatever it is that you want? That'll open up our avenues of...enforcement...by quite a bit."
His eyebrow lifts slightly at the half-orc woman's chewing at her lip in what looked like a bit of excitement. He took the slightest step closer to Cimri, shaking his head lightly. "I'm always stuck with these religious folk, ain't I?" He thinks. Better start reading the good book, last thing he needs is saying some sacrilegious and then the healing stops in a battle.
Draco quietly listens with Rufus at his side, taking in the wealth of their patron while making sure not to show that he was hooked, line and sinker. This was the kind of employer that could support him, his sister, and her kids for the rest of their lives. All it would take is some bloodshed and a bit of persuasion. "A wise man." Draco says when the Baron gets to the point of offering them coin. A hundred and fifty gold pieces a week would work well to setting him up for quite some time. Longacre wasn't quite the s$!!hole that he was expecting it to be now. "Most of my questions will be when the assignment is detailed. As long as your gold is good, I'm yours."
I am back from my vacation and moving shenanigans. Here is hoping we pick up a few more to join us on our nefarious adventures.
Hey folks! Sorry for the quietness as of late; moving and stuff has been a hassle. I had a friend just to do some chiropractic stuff and something went really wrong, so now my ribs are sharp points of pain. Sitting sucks majorly and I have to do it enough for my work. With that being said, I'm not giving up the game. This one is far too fun and I'm enjoying it immensely. I'm about to head out on a mini-vacation this weekend so I would like to be botted for, at most, till next weekend. It'll let me heal, get all of my packing done, and I'll hopefully be healed and refreshed to come back and types lots. I may come back earlier than next Friday if things have turned out really well. I apologize for the inconvenience but I'll be back with you all shortly :)
"Excellent. A trouble child is our connection. I'm sure that'll be the lead we want to walk in on." Draco mutters, counting the gold but eyeing the mannequin with a distasteful look. G$@*+&n Asmodeans with all their trickery and strange ways. The nobility was always about the theatrics, it would seem. Pocketing it away, he would heft his sword up once more. "It would be best not to keep the good baron waiting, it would seem. Let me wash the grime and blood off and I'll be ready to go."
The man runs and continues to run away from them. In Draco's eyes, a survivor helps inspire a little bit of fear in regards to attacking him and the others. With a quick whistle, Rufus releases the dead body and rushes over with a bloody, grinning maw. "Good boy! You did so good! Papa is proud of you!" The dog rolls onto his back, paws in the air. It would be adorable if it wasn't for the mangled body laying nearby. Standing up, he looks at the bloodshed and goes to unmask the face of their would-be ambushers. "We should hang them or put them on spikes. Assaults on the Baron's people cannot be tolerated."
The man fell in half, a stunned look on his face moments before the light faded from his eyes. The masterfully made weapon still shines through the gore, the blade still sharp and dangerous. Draco approved of the weapon's design, moving past the shrubs and ducking underneath the crossbow bolt that embedded into the other ambusher's head. He crossed over towards the foe that Cimri was fighting, Rufus eagerly coming with his master with a bite at the man's leg.
"An ambush. I wonder which pissed off party decided to attack us with an ambush." Draco ponders as he spots the man off to the side, drawing the magnificent greatsword from his back. He whistles for Rufus to go flanking and to the rush off. The dog moves around to the back, going after the man's legs.
The dog snaps as the sniper's legs, all while Draco charges in past the bush with greatsword in hand. With a heavy swing, he aims to cut the man in half for their foolish action.
Draco would lose the luster in his eyes as the former deputies lost their resolve and made their way out of the establishment. Rufus growled the whole time until they had all departed, finally losing interest and circling back around to settle by the feet of the mercenary. Alessandra gave him a nod and he returned one back in kind before realizing that she was meaning that he would make a convincing sheriff. "Oh hell, I know how to stare someone down but I don't know s&&+ about the law. I'm pretty certain I even may have been a bandit here and there in a few jobs, way back in the day..." Draco knew one thing for certain; s$&@ would roll downhill. If he was sheriff, s*$! rolled onto him then. "We did our job. Let's get our coin, yeah?"
The man raises his crossbow towards Draco and the mercenary stayed very still for a second. From behind the desk came the low and angry growl of the large hound, who circled around with teeth bared. The usually brown, almost dopey, eyes of Rufus were almost black with fierce malice. "Is that so, sir? You going to pull that trigger, be a murderer." There is a malicious glee in Draco's eyes as he readjusts his feet, making sure the mud from outside spilled onto their former sheriff's desk. "I've had a long day with questions, intimidations, threats, and just all the annoying s+*# this town can throw at me. So please, try me. I've got nothing but frustrations to let out and a fool like you would be a welcome distraction." Draco stretches before putting his hand on the hilt of that magnificently crafted greatsword. His eyes dare the man to do it, to see what will happen next.
Oh, Draco will absolutely roll with it then for sure.
Oh, I thought it had decreed us as the authorities here in Longacre. If it hasn't, easy payment again. Draco likes easy jobs that pay well.
After the tirade between the two of family members finally pass, Draco can't help the snicker that escapes him. It seemed the older woman still had the upper hand, even if Cimri was hoping to wipe her face in the mud. Still, it wouldn't be good if the newly appointed law in the town drew blades for no reason on the retired woman. Stifling his own amusement at the situation, Draco's hand would slip onto Cimri's shoulder in a show of encouragement. "Don't let the old bat spook you dear. We have a town to run." Draco said with a matter-of-fact tone to his voice. Acting as if he owned the place, he would move around to the other side of the desk and calmly sit back in the former sheriff's chair. Looking at the stunned deputies, he'd give them a nod towards the decree upon the table. "You're all relieved of duty. Hand in any official documentation that came with your station and don't cause any trouble out in Longacre. We want a nice, peaceful town, don't we?"
"Goodness. If I ever become so damn ornery in my old age, kill me please Pharice." Draco mutters from the back, watching as the gate was closed and the notice placed upon it. All that was left was relieving the sheriff of her position and the deputies that were with her. The idea did bring a grin to his face; there was something about putting authority in their place. It was even better when you had the authority to do it yourself.
"F@#~ing civilians..." Draco mutters, shaking his head as he watches with arms folded. The rest of his cohorts seemed to be reaching their limit and the mercenary could understand.
"Old man! We are on business from the Baron. We've been instructed to leave a note upon this gate, just as we did on the notice post in the town square." Draco shouts back, shaking his head a little. This whole town has a damn problem with them.
"Well, let us get on with it then." Draco says, noticing the older couple on their porch watching them. With as friendly of a smile as he could muster, he would wave to them before approaching the gate. "We have to seal the gate, yeah?"
Draco steps alongside Jerax's intimidating form, giving the cook a scornful and unimpressed lookover. The motion was simple to understand; you mess with one you mess with all of them. The red son of a b$$~$ was a loudmouth and a one of those real (un)holy types but it didn't mean that Draco didn't have his back. Draco's left hand remained low, silently giving the signal to hold to the large dog who growled menacingly behind him.
"Don't you worry, advocate, I'm on the job right now. No indulging until the task is done." Draco says with a smirk, whistling for his dog to keep up with them as the crowd disperses and they move their way through towards the tavern.
Draco lets out a soft whistle and gives a shrug for a moment. "Well, that could've gone worse right. I think, if Cimri wants to go relieve her aunt last, there is the tavern and then the castle gates themselves yeah? We'll hit the tavern next? I'm sure it is close." Draco says quietly. He was glad to have such confident speakers with them, dealing with civilians was always such a pain in the ass.
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