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"I will take Aki to the shrine of Calistria, outside de west gate, dey will guard her, and maybe ve vill find some allies. I'll leave message at your apartments if need be, Aref. Your exciting visits are alvays velcome, though one day I fear dey will kill me!"
"Hmmmmm. Aref, I don't know if dis friend has a tunnel, but dere's always Gulaf's Trading Post inside the North Sandwall Gate. His son is married to my second cousin... or is she tird cousin?! Matters not! He knows of Draka and he may give you passage in exchange for some of dis equipment you carry in sacks." <Draka waves his hand at the equipment loot from the Lost Temple.> "He can get you from the edge of the city all de way to the docks I hear."
"Let me take you to a private room."
<Draka stabilizes the man. He also stabilizes the rogue who started the fight. For the others he can do nothing.> "Roshan, have Zebul throw these on the cart and take them somewhere. The dead out through the hole. Quickly, quickly. AKILARA! XOSHANA! RAEADRA! BRING THE WINE! Sit down please everyone." To Aref quietly: "You've outdone yourself, what in the name of Sarenrae have you brought back from the sands this time?"
<Ducks as Hoktsu and Domo thump on the cursing orc.> "He is a desert dweller. I was thinking of sending him somewhere.... cold... from whence he shall not be coming back." "Perhaps someone could disarm him for me?"
Cordoba watches Draka and how he dispatches the orc without further bloodshed. "They haven't paid their bar tab you know." "Roshan, check the bodies."
To those surrounding the orc. "If you will permit me, I shall rid us of this fellow without further bloodshed." <Draka plays with another of the ornate rings on his finger.>
In Kelish: "See everything is just fine folks. Back to you seats and I'll have Roshan clean up. Don't forget to tell your friends... Draka's, better than the arena!"
"Ahaaah!" <Draka finds what he was looking for. Hands shaking he removes on of his many rings and replaces it with the one in his pocket.>
"Draka! Dis is not my fault! I know dese men not a bit! Alak mojady sleaknirim!" Aref points at the greatsword wielding man's weapon while intoning that last part [ooc]Grease on the weapon, DC16 reflex or he drops the weapon. "Where is that blasted ring!" "ROSHAAAAANNNNN!"
"ROSHAAAANNN! TROUBLE!"
"Aref! By Sarenrae! Why does this happen when you are here?!?" <Fumbles for something in his pockets.>
"It leads to ze glassblower's storage room next door. His vife is my sister, as Aref knows." <He motions out the door.> "The vite door beside this room has a vater tank and a dweomered chamber pot. No stink." "Xoshenna vill bring some basins. Come upstairs for some foods ven you are ready and Akilara vill dance for you."
"Akilara is a beauty, getting a little thin lately, though. Water, Xoshenna!" <Claps his hands and leads you downstairs.> "I don't hear you purses jingling. Have you been robbed? Ze pickpockets of Katheer are like sorcerers. Well you carry good weapons, you will not want for work."
As you enter the yard Drasheer makes his way to a creaky shelter with a water trough and manger. A brown pony gnashes it teeth at Drasheer but before long the two whinnying and braying at each other like old friends. Draka speaks in guttural rolling Rs: "Always a pleasure to have Aref in my palace. Your chambers are unoccupied other than a few crates and barrels which we shall pretend we are not seeing, right my new friends?" "First some food? Inside." |
