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4 posts. Alias of El Ronza.


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"Jesaeli Cantor?" Emerson asks, leaning slightly toward the peephole and holding up his empty hands. "My name is Emerson, and I come with a business proposal. May we talk?"


Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Emerson makes his way up-tower, past the ramshackle buildings of Underlook and into Highwater. He enjoys the sight of trees and sunlight, and briefly considers heading back and sending Amos instead, knowing how much the older man enjoys the outdoors. But he's here now, and decides to make the most of it, walking in the sunlight as it hits the ground and enjoying the cleaner air.

Reaching Middle Halway Tower Houses, he briefly checks the address in his pocket before pacing, searching for #23.


Catching a look from Amos, Emerson quickly stands and crosses over to the contract. No doubt he wants me to go see this Cantor girl, he thinks as he signs his own name in a cramped, spidery hand. "If you'd be so kind, Amos, perhaps you can continue my list of possible repairs," he suggests, handing the taller man his paper, which lists, among other things, replace lamps and wallpaper bedrooms. Ignoring Amos' bemused and disgusted expression, he shoulders his bag and shakes Talver's hand. "I'll be sure to contact you regarding anything we think may need replacing, repairing, or refurbishing," he smiles. "In the meantime, I'll go see this girl you recommend."


While Amos takes a moment to gather Bear and... whatever the crow's name was, Emerson follows Talver upstairs, taking note of the other doors. Odd. Is four also occupied? he wonders. I hope Bear doesn't cause the occupant too much trouble.

The door swings open, and the thick smell of dust and neglect immediately dries his throat; he coughs a few times, waving a hand in front of his face as he steps into the room. "It certainly is," he muses, peering at the grimy windows and crumbling papers. "No matter, though; we'll have it cleaned up in no time. Going to need some reupholstering as well, maybe new carpet in the bedrooms..." He opens a journal, sits in one of the overstuffed chairs, and starts jotting down ideas as they come.