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Keeper: Gryn waits a moment for the voices to quiet before listening to the door. If nothing is heard, he cracks it open and looks both ways.
Keeper: Gryn remains as motionless as possible, listening to the words outside the doorway. When things become quiet, he silently reaches for his rapier, one hand on the hilt. He takes a quick inventory of the room, fastest way out, where he could fight and prevent them from flanking. Then he listens.
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Keeper: Gryn takes out a single gold piece and hands it off. "I'll take the room and stew. And a quiet evening please." Gryn wasn't sure what kind of meat would be in the stew, but best not to ask, he figured.
After getting the room, he makes sure to check the door, propping a chair up underneath just in case. A quick spell on the bed to hopefully clean it as best able before sitting down to rest for the evening.
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Keeper: Gryn nods to Faela. "I appreciate the concern, and the information. I'll be back in the morning." With that Gryn takes his leave and heads towards Pelo's Hideaway. Remote and private sounded good.
Keeper: "The morning will be fine. And I really appreciate it." Gryn looks about for a moment. "Don't suppose there's an inn nearby for the evening?"
Keeper: Gryn look towards the flame a moment, thinking on her question. A deliberate pause for what would seem a difficult question. Finally he turns back to her, "I want to tell yea, I am. Hoping it'd make all this easier. But I think you'd see right through me if I did. So no, I'm just the hired gun to go find him." He continues on before she has a chance to interrupt, "Now that doesn't mean I'm out to hurt him. I'm still a good man, just doing what his mother has asked. And if you need a further reason, I don't get paid if he don't come back in one piece. Please help me help him."
Keeper: "No offense taken. He's merely trying to protect what's precious to him. You've got to respect that." Gryn turns back to Toph for a moment. "I'd tell you not to worry, but I doubt it would help. But I will say that I'm not here to cause anyone here trouble." Turning back to Faela, he lowers his voice, "I do have a couple of questions for you. I'd rather ask them in private if I could, but I'd settle for out of earshot."
Taking a look around, he quietly speaks to Faela, "I'm looking for a boy named Ethan. I have good reason to look for him down here. Not sure what he's gotten himself mixed up in, but I need to find him for his own sake." He glances in the direction of the huddled masses before continuing, "I know you might feel like your protecting him by not saying what you know. By Khyber, you might be right even. But I can also tell you he's been acting erratic. Don't know the reason for it either. No matter, for his own sake, and whomever he may involved with, I need to find him and help him. For Ethan's sake, please tell me what you know."
Keeper: Gryn pauses a moment, as though thinking how to answer. "I used to, as a young boy. But that was a long time ago, and the world's changed since then." He extends his hand out towards the newcomer, "The name's Bale."
GM: Not particularly religious, Gryn still walks towards the central flame, keeping an eye to either side. Bowing before it, he makes sure to pay proper respects towards it. Courtesy given, he then cautiously moves towards one of the huddled forms, "Excuse me, I was hoping you could direct me towards the keeper?"
Keeper: With the information provided, he makes his way to the Blackstone Church. Carefully he makes his way in, asking the nearest person he is able to find about Keeper Faela.
Keeper: Curious about the whole situation, Gryn ponders a change. Checking out the coins left, he then deposits them in his safe. Better not to take anything extra with him. Hiding a dagger on his person, he makes sure his coat covers his rapier in case a fight breaks out. He hopes he's just paranoid, but better not to take chances. Locking up, he alters his features just enough to look a little older, a little weaker. Then Gryn ducks out the back to head towards the Fallen. Not for the first time, he wonders if he's coming back. It wouldn't have to be the ravers to get mugged and killed in an alley. But the rent was due. Gryn begins heading out.
Keeper: Gryn sets the coin purse aside for the moment, "I should have enough information to start my investigation then. I'll let you know as soon as I discover anything." He stands to show her out, making sure to respectfully keep his distance this time. He pauses for a moment, "Just a minor thing, probably of no consequence. The name of the orphanage he's from? I doubt it would be necessary but it would provide one more location to rule out."
GM: "Can you tell me more about this sleep walking? Is he trying to go someplace or just wanders aimlessly? Any little bit may help find him. Also I'll need to have someway to contact you, even if it's by you sending someone to see me." Gryn looks over to the half-orc at that, seeing his reaction.
GM: Looking over the drawings, Gryn takes them to memory. "Is it alright if I keep these? It may help me locate him." Gryn then shifts in his seat, taking a more professional posture. "I will make every effort for discretion in this case. Has he discussed these drawings with your since he's returned? Anyone he's talked to or maybe discussed with you? Anyone hanging around you haven't recognized before? If you don't wish to divulge his friends, that's fine. I'm sure his school will follow those leads. I'm looking for anyone you thought was suspicious."
GM: Curious how they found his name, Gryn nevertheless couldn't refuse this job. Aside from the fact that she was beautiful, reason enough alone, he needed the money. Reaching over and taking her hands in his, he reassures her, "I will do what I can to help." Giving her a smile, he waits a moment before continuing.
"I will need some information to start. His name, a picture if you have one, a list of friends and lovers, and any enemies if he should have any. Or you for that matter. Where he went to school, what he was studying. When you last saw him, why you think he is missing. And any other pertinent details you find necessary to provide."
GM: As the two enter, Gryn takes both of them in, thinking to himself, A woman at this hour? Definitely trouble. Hopefully the kind that'll give me a few more months here. Standing to his feet, he watches the half-orc's reaction as he greets her, "It's never too late for such beauty, particularly when she needs my help. Gryn Stonefield at your service. Please, have a seat and tell me what troubles you." As she sits, he looks her over as well, disguising searching eyes as appreciative ones, looking on either for any symbols or markings indicating affiliation, getting a feel for them.
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