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"Who am I?" Jandar muses. "Who am I indeed? And who's stage is this?" Jandar pauses, very briefly to let the response sink in, but continues speaking before the man can interrupt him. "I am, well, myself. My name is Jandar; and a better question might be who's building is this? The very ground beneath your stage, indeed, the air you breath; who's is it? I believe that all things in this wonderful city are owned by the glorious Watcher-Lord Ulthun II and further by the honorable Precentors Martial of the War College. Barring that, we would have to look to the very gods themselves for ownership. You see what I mean good man?" "Now, I don't want to be too much bother; I can see you are very busy, however, I just wish to meet the man in charge of your troupe, or is it a company? I have a very interesting business proposition for him, one that I think he would be most interested to discuss. Could you please point me in the correct direction?
A strange sensation trickles down Jandar's back as he continues toward the stage. He continues on, however, intent on his destination. Reaching the stage, he takes a few minutes to observe, looking specifically for an individual that is working on the take down of the props and other stage items.
I have updated my gear. Sorry it took so long; and I did the best I could but would be very appreciative of any feedback you have. Thanks.
OK. Working on it. Slow going as it's all new for me; especially at a level higher than 1 where you have no money anyway :)
"I'll see you later," Jandar says while slowly rising to his feet. "Thanks for sharing your table!" Without a backward glance, Jandar walks casually toward the stage, looking for someone from the troupe to try and flag down for a conversation.
"You enjoyed that did you?" Jandar asks with feigned curiousity. "What was your favourite part? Jandar slurs his words slightly, a fakes another swig from the bottle. "You wouldn't happen to know any of the actors would ya?" Jandar keeps an eye on the stage, trying to make sure that he can see if anything strange is happening. Even if she can't help, and I doubt she can, I need to find a way to get up there and follow the troupe to wherever they are staying. It's my only clue, and I need to follow it.
"I am not really from anywhere," he replies. "So yeah, I guess I must have an accent. Maybe you can help me learn a bit more? Is there name for the common accent I hear around here?" I just call it the drunk accent he thinks to himself. "Did you say the milkmaid has a set of twins? Is that what they call those around here?" Jandar smiles, then turns his attention to the stage, looking for anything that might lead him to where he ought to look for a clue. I don't really need a drink, but should try and fit in. Maybe the guy behind me won't mind me swiping his bottle while he looks away. Jandar looks around for a target and waits for them to look away from the drink closest to them. If there's an empty bottle, he will reach for that one.
How much does a Masterwork Dagger (+1) Cost?
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You sure know how to pick a beauty, Jandar. Jandar chuckles inside his head. Jandar looks around for a serving girl. "Thanks. I'm looking forward to the show! Ahhh ... any idea what the show is about? I don't even know the name!" Time to put on the stupid act while I keep an eye on things around here "Any idea how one goes about getting a drink around here?"
Jandar walked slowly, yet with purpose, around the outside of the main crowd near the back of the room. Specifically searching out a table with a halfling, he spied his target and walked over. Bits of food and who knows what else ground underfoot, but Jandar, not bothered by such things, foraged ahead. As he arrived near the table, he quietly nodded his head toward the empty seat beside the halfling girl. "Mind if I join you," he asked . He then reached up and absentmindedly gave his long, grey mustache a small tug. He observed the halfling carefully, while still keeping an eye on the raucous crowd all around.
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