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Greg's voice rises from under Megekki's mask. "No offense taken, of course, Madame Mayor. But let us not deny Megekki his ability to pay his debt. To preserve Lanalee's safety and ignorance, he mortgaged his honor. He must say something, even if it is only that you have forbidden him to speak of it. Is that your judgement?" "A day or two of reflection. And then we will be searching the cliffs, I think."
When Greg's done with his drink and his decorated gold piece, he hides the coin under the tankard, and leaves casually, moving casually until out of view around the nearest corner, then more quickly. Back to the glassworks.
So, stranger, I brought you your poison. Now, spill the beans. Who are you, and what brings you to my bar? "I said, I'd made a girl a promise. It wouldn't be right to tell you all about it, now. Would you have me betray a confidence? I won't. No more than I might. Still, less than I could. And someday, perhaps, you'll agree, I'd done good." "I'm just going to sit here, finish this drink, maybe get another, maybe leave then. And maybe soon you'll have more of the story. Agreeable? I can't really give you more than that."
The wheels in Megekki's head turn slowly... but surely. Considering the possible ruffian resource, he resolves to leave it untapped for now, in deference to the Mayor's wishes. It is not until Ameiko appears at the glassworks, upping the stakes, that he wonders if that deference will cost too much.
Lanalee asks, Do I know you? "I'd like to say that you've forgotten a glorious long summer, that I'd fought my way through storms and years and sorrows, to return to your presence, my heart only at last found in the light of your eyes, only at last thawing, in the warmth of your smile.", Greg flirts. "But I can't. No, I don't think you know me.", he smirks. "Yet. But I can promise you will. If you would." "But for now, my drink?"
The mayor scoffs for a moment. Lanalee? She's a gossip at best. Until the situation below is resolved completely, I would rather noting was said. After all, we are just coming out of a vicious goblin attempt that somehow circumvented our walls and got past our watch. Once we have those issues addressed, we can talk more about demons and things that go bump in the night. Right now, the only reason people feel they have security is because they see you and your friends, especially with the Sheriff and Shelelu out. "This woman almost pursued us into the glassworks. I had to offer something. And now I have to deliver it. I'll try to be true to all of my duties. Thank you for your guidance. And your confidence. I hope the security you want them to feel is not a false one. I will work to make it so." 'Greg' visits Lanalee's tavern*, ordering from the bar, paying up front**, sitting in a corner, muttering to himself*** throughout. When he leaves, beneath his flagon is a gold coin, layered in wax from the table's candle, with a rough turtle shape scribed into the wax. * "I told a girl I'd meet her here.", he smiles at Lanalee.
4/13... same caveats as before.
I really don't TRY to lose anybody. It just happens. I think the GM's clear now on what I intend with Greg Rye.
"Madam Mayor?", Greg Rye asks, pursuing, mindful of the pair of watchmen. "A moment? I'll walk with you, partway, I'd not cause you delay..." 'Greg' tries to speak discretely to Her Honor, establishing by his knowledge of the contents, particulars, and details of the earlier letter, that he is the same man. And that point established, he asks what details she judges sharable, as honor demands his visit to Lanalee at Risa's, since he waved her off the glassworks with the promise of such a visit. "A man must obey his own words, if he is to trust his own voice.", Greg concludes. And hopes for the Mayor's guidance on what to share with the town. Leaving the Mayor, Greg visits the Sczarni, seeking to buy a Kapenia, and other worn bits of Varisi dress. In his not-new Varisi garb, Greg goes to Risa's, seeking Lanalee. |
