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Kirin chuckles and shrugs. "As you wish." He stands up and turns to leave.

Though this was the first time Kirin has 'heard' Xov's mental voice in his head, he manages to keep the surprise off his face. His silent response is tinged with amusement.

Kirin nods at the woman and stands, smiling at her. "Hopefully when we return with your puzzle box you and I can talk more. Over dinner?"

Kirin wrinkles his nose in distaste. "A dungeon in the wilderness? I'd much rather climb down into a sewer. At least then you'd know you'd be able to take a bath and have a drink when you came back out."

He sighs and looks down at himself for a moment. His fine clothes would look out of place in a manicured urban park, much less out in the middle of nowhere. Eventually, though, he shakes his head and looks back at the woman. "But I can never say no to a woman in need. If you give us a map I'm sure we can see to it."

Kirin nods. "He said to ask you about the destruction in Eston."

Kirin smiles and nods. "Lead on, lady." He follows her wherever she leads.

"Sounds like a bad customer. I'd be jumpy, too, if someone called the King of Blades was after me." Kirin smiles at Michaelina. "I don't mean to be forward, but... is it anything I might be able to help with? I am always available to help a lady in need." From his mouth it sounded more like a line than an offer of help, but he was, after all, a Lyrandar. From his clothes and his manner Kirin clearly had means.

Kirin's grin turns wry as he withdraws his hand. He turns his head from side to side as if looking for someone. "I hadn't realized formal introductions were necessary. Who shall I draft to make them?" He doesn't sound insulted in the least at having his hand slapped away. If anything, he sounds amused and still quite pleasant.

Not sure if I need a Diplo roll here, but I'll go ahead and make one. Getting slapped isn't exactly the best way to start out, though.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (5) + 15 = 20

Kirin's smile doesn't slip and he glances off as one of the children runs back to his parents with a piece of candy. He looks back at the woman. "Kirin d'Lyrandar." He puts out a hand to shake with the woman. "A pleasure, Miss..."

A woman wearing clothes was passing candy to the kids.

It's Kirin's kind of church if the rest of the women aren't wearing clothes.

Kirin tries to subtly question the servants of the Church. He notices when Ebran signals Xov and moves over to speak with the woman. His own House affiliation is plain to see in his expensive Lyrandar blue and silver clothes, his signet ring, and the Lyrandar crest he wears as a pendant.

The young half-elven noble smiles at her and the children. "Suffer the children to come unto the Host, for theirs is the future," he quoted the famous Sovereign Host saying.

Taking 20 on a Perception roll would net a 31 for Kirin. What does he find?

Kirin nods. "Any of you happen to be familiar with the Church?" He talks as they walk, making conversation more than anything else.

Absylon wrote:

Absylon arrives at the cannith compound to begin talks...

I'm confused. Aren't you in Sharn? Do you arrive with us or do we meet you there as we arrive?

He was going to meet with a Cannith in Sharn.

Once they were ready, Kirin went along with the others to meet the Divine Hand who happened to be a Cannith summoner.

"Do them, I would guess. Hopefully what we don't do is argue about it for a few days then leave someone behind."

Kirin looks up from where he's scratching his pet blue tiger between th ears. "We're here to talk to Lorielei the Divine Hand. We were told not to let Lorielei's devotion to the Church of the Silver Flame fool us; she's a Cannith summoner. We're supposed to ask her about the destruction in Eston. I can't tell if that's a code phrase or what we're really supposed to learn about."

Do we have a crew? I thought this was more like a really nice 40 footer- the kind of boat that people own and drive around by themselves and can sail down to the Bahamas if they want to- rather than a full-on sailing vessel with a crew.

Kirin chuckles. "There's always pirates. And territorial griffons. And lost flumphs. It's always best to have at least one set of reliable eyes open on deck even when you think nothing else is around."

Kirin nods. "So where to, then, folks? Wroat is closest. Shall we go talk to the Divine Hand who happens to be a Cannith summoner? She sounds interesting."

Wouldn't taking 20 on a Gather Information check mean the check takes a minimum of 20 hours and maybe as much as 3+ days?

Kirin nods. "Then someone will have to go see it in person. I can do it. Would anyone like to come?"

Kirin purses his lips. "Can you have your psicrystal scan for magical auras? We will likely need to duplicate those as well, if it has any."

From the description it looks to me like we have physically gone there and are looking at it. DM?

Kirin chuckles and shakes his head. "That is... certainly an idea. We may want to put a pin in that one, though. Save it for after this pyramid thing."

Hopefully we can just say we're all helping Falko. Nice roll. :)

Kirin nods in understanding at Absylon. "I can understand that inclination."

Does anyone have a relevant Craft skill? Something like Sculpture or Architecture or something similar. We can do this with magic if it's not too big and doesn't have any magical properties but it'll still need somebody to Craft it into shape.

Kirin shrugs. "I don't see how it's possible your psicrystal can search most of Upper Menthis in less time than it takes us to ask someone, but in either case I don't think the gnome would have asked us to bring it to him at his place of business if it was too large." He shakes his head. "However we're doing this, we need to find the thing before we can make any real plans. We should start sooner rather than later."

I'll just go ahead and roll a Gather Information check in case we go that way.

GI check for 'Where's the pyramid?': 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (6) + 15 = 21
How many hours?: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Cruising a skyship through Sharn sounds to me like it would draw attention, but that's because I've always imagined the city as kind of claustrophobic- tall towers with lots of alleys and passageways and not a lot of open sky, except at the very top of the richest parts of town. Is that correct for your interpretation of the city, DM?

Kirin rolls his eyes at Ebran. "I appreciate the vote of confidence, cousin." He shrugs at Absylon's suggestion. "It will take a while for such a small thing to locate something in Morgrave. The university takes up most of Upper Menthis. It makes more sense to me to figure what building this pyramid is in, then send in your psicrystal to find its exact location. Though even then we'll need to get our eyes on it to figure out how to copy it."

Kirin rolls his eyes at the mention of disappearing the gnome. "I'm sure you're best friends with one of your Triumvirate, but you're assuming that he'd be easy to get to. That Sivis and Kundarak aren't protecting him. He's obviously important to someone, presumably important enough to protect. Dragon Below, you're even suggesting disappearing your friend Caius's contact in an effort to fulfill Caius's mission- you don't think he'd be unhappy with that decision?"

The khoravar sighs and shakes his head. "Blackmail I'm sure everyone could live with, though I do wonder what happened to make Caius's relationship sour so badly that his contact here isn't willing to give him the information he collected. But it doesn't sound like you've collected anything the gnome would be willing to pay to keep secret."

He nods at Falko. "Let's at least assess the viability of doing what the gnome asked before we start spending time on other plans." Kirin looks around at the group. "Since nobody seems to know anything about this pyramid, why don't we start asking our friends questions about it? Some of us could do that while the others go take a look at it."

"COPY! COPY! COPY!" Hasphat insists.

Kirin snorts. "Well, wouldn't my face have been red." The Lyrandar gives the gnome a small nod. "We'll be back with the copy."

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Kirin nods without responding verbally to the suggestion they wait to discuss things until they get back to the ship, just a silly nobleman taking his pet tiger for a walk.

Kirin shrugs. "Bringing a stolen item to your office doesn't seem like the best play to me, but it's your office." The Lyrandar shakes his head at Absylon's failed bluff and gets up to leave after Xov. "We'll see you when we have the pyramid."

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On the way out of the place, when they are no longer in the establishment, Ebran adds, "I like that. Best to have a plan, rather than do anything... silly in a moment of weakness after negotiations fall through."

"Did they fall through, though? We don't know what the code phrase meant. For all we know, it could have been a code telling Hasphat that we are the team sent in to steal the pyramid and to give us the information about it. It just seems..." Kirin purses his lips. "It just seemed odd, didn't it? Why would we have been sent there to get information when the gnome didn't want to give it? And such mundane information, too. Very strange, this assignment."

Yeah, so what is that? Knowledge checks aren't really Kirin's thing.

Kirin raises an eyebrow skeptically. "You want us to bring it to you here?"

Kirin sits without being asked, his Lyrandar-striped tiger sitting obediently on its haunches beside him. "Well, hopefully you won't find this boring." He smiles at Hasphat. "We're here on behalf of a mutual friend. He said to come ask you about how banking works in Breland."

Kirin grins at the secretary. "I'll get your address on the way out. See you tonight, love."

He follows Absylon away from the secretary's desk to Hasphat's office.

"I'll buy you one tonight. We've just got the one, at the moment."

Anybody have Silent Image to make a holographic chocolate tart in case she asks to see it?

Absylon blew his Diplo check out of the water. But Absylon wasn't trying to pick up the secretary. ;)

Kirin smiles at her. "Have you ever had the chocolate caramel tart at The Oaks? Best dessert in the city. They grow the cocoa beans on a magically conditioned wall, perfect for growing deep, dark chocolate. A cookie-like crust, smooth caramel filling, and their silky chocolate ganache finished with a sprinkle of sea salt..."

He leans in over the desk a little and makes an intimate, satisfied sound in the back of his throat. "It's perfection. I don't have enough for you, darling, but give me your address and I'll have my man send a carriage to pick you up for dinner, just you and me. We'll share the tart and a couple of bottles of wine, some good food, good company..." Kirin grins at her. "Perfect way to forget a long day of work. What do you say?"

Kirin smiles at the secretary. "Of course I don't have an appointment." He chuckles and shakes his head, as if the idea of making an appointment is ludicrous. "I am sure my friend Hasphat would be happy to meet with us. You say he's eating lunch? We brought him something for dessert."

I'll just Aid Another on Absylon's already great Diplomacy roll. Hopefully a 30 will be enough to get her to change her mind.

Diplomacy Aid Another: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (2) + 15 = 17

Kirin enters the bank like he owns the place, like leading a blue and grey striped tiger on a golden leash is the most normal thing in the world. He walks straight up to the nearest person who looks like they have any sort of authority- no clerks or guards for him. "Take me to Hasphat d'Sivis."

Sounds good.

Kirin looks skeptically at Ebran when he downgrades his outfit. "We're going to talk to a Sivis heir who works in a Kundarak banking house. Looking like a normal person is only going to make it less likely that we'll get in to see him. Poor folks don't walk into Kundarak banks and get to ask people questions." He shakes his head.

For his part, he seems only to have expensive, tailored clothes accessorized with fine jewelry. Today he's in dark blue wool embroidered liberally with gold scrollwork, with pink hose showing off his calves, and a dark half-cape lined in sky blue silk. Topping this all off are a pair of non-human companions, a blue-scaled pseudodragon draped across his shoulders and a blue and grey striped hunting cat on a bejeweled gold leash. If there has ever been a person who looked more like a dragonmark heir, Kirin would eat his hat.

"I guess I'll just have to look impressive enough for both of us, coz." A grin on his face, he looks around at everyone. "Everybody ready?"

Kirin has no immediate goals. He's here because somebody higher up in his House asked him to be here. I'm guessing he's here to keep an eye on Ebran. It is a nice ship, though, and for right now he can just enjoy flying around on a pretty new piece of hardware.

While he has no real goals, he is a true believer in his House and if he gets a whiff of something that could benefit him or Lyrandar he'd pursue it. Plus he likes enjoying himself, meeting people, making friends- he's very social and likes to indulge.

Hahaha on the Collector. That guy is a perfect Eberronian mad scientist/sage/archivist. Nice.

Kirin shrugs. "I've never heard of the guy before. I can go talk to some people, ask around. Might take a while."

Diplomacy/Gather Information check: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (13) + 15 = 28
How many hours it takes: 1d4 ⇒ 4

What are the Perception checks for? Are we using Perception instead of Diplomacy for Gather Information? Or do the checks represent looking for clues or something?

"Well, throw in a Changeling lass and you have a deal," he said, laughing.

Kirin squeezes the man and lets go with a laugh. "I'll send a girl from my favorite place in Firelight." He gestures at Ebran. "This is my cousin, Ebran. Part of the family."

He looks around at the others. "I think we're good, guys. But thanks." The nobleman chuckles and gestures at the dockmaster. "This might not be the last time that happens. You'll especially want to watch out for disgruntled looking women." Kirin takes a deep breath and grins. "Man, it's good to be home."

Kirin chortles. "You said you were coming! Host, Ard, you can't blame a man for drinking your liquor when you don't show up to a card game at your own place!" He gestures at the dockmaster's office, where the card game had been played the night before Kirin left Sharn the last time.

"Look, you're right, Ard. It wasn't right us drinking up all your liquor." He slings a friendly arm around Ard's shoulders. "I'll have a case of black-label ir'Tennet sent to you. And you're married, right? I'll get you and your lady a reservation at Olladra's Arms and cover your tab. You just need to take good care of this pretty little ship we're on and forget we docked here. Alright? We square, Ard?"

Kirin waves off any physical assistance as he talks to the dockmaster."Ard? Ard. I'm sure we can work this out. What's going on?" He massages his jaw and shakes his head ruefully. "I don't doubt I deserved that, but I wouldn't mind knowing what it was for."

That was... unexpected. Start a Diplomacy check, I guess. He'll eventually throw in the bribe that he had ready, so figure in a modifier for that, too.

Diplomacy check: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19 ... well, yeah. If he's been rolling Diplo checks like that recently it's no wonder he got punched in the face.

Kirin reels and stumbles back a few steps, holding up his hands. "Wait, wait! What's the problem, Ard!?"

Kirin stands by the rail, waving at the dockmaster's office once they're close enough to see. He's ready with the usual docking fee and a little extra for discretion.

Kirin points out an appropriate dock. "Over there." He looks up at the sun for a moment and nods. "Yeah. I know the dockmaster who should be on duty right now. He does discreet work with Lyrandars who don't feel like docking at the Tower and letting everybody know their business. He'll take care of us."

With a tumbler of Karrnathi liquor in hand, Kirin watches Ebran take the ship out. He nods appreciatively. "Sharn sounds good to me. I'll take you to The Oaks and get my cousin Aelyris to bring you a date. The chef there is supposedly Aereni; I know she's an elf but who can tell if someone's from Aerenal or just putting on airs? The food's good, though, and their wine selection is fantastic."

Kirin nods in agreement. "This baby practically runs herself She's a beauty." He chuckles as Othran breaks in. "But I guess your people are thirsty."

He nods at Othran. "Sure, drinks are this way. I've been helping myself." The Lyrandar half-elf gestures and leads Othran and Falko toward the bar.

Kirin's eyebrow lifts skeptically. "You'll hear no more questions on the subject? You're Lyrandar but you're a human. I'm pretty sure you're never going to stop hearing questions on the subject." He holds up a hand to forestall any objection. "But fine. You won't hear anything else from me about it. Tonight, anyway."

He frowns at Ebran's follow-up question. "As for what skills I possess, I was assigned to this boat by Viceroy Solia d'Lyrandar," who happens to be his great-grandmother, but that was neither here nor there, "so if you're not looking for crew, I suggest you take it up with her."

He breaks off suddenly, shakes his head and sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Look, I'm sorry for the tone. It's just... you're kind of a surprise. I've never heard of a human claiming to be Lyrandar. It threw me off." He shakes his head.

"I'll start over. Kirin d'Lyrandar. Ship's officer, merchant, windwright. I've sailed waves and clouds from Stormreach to Dar Jin, walked the white wastes off the Bitter Sea and seen the coast of Argonessen. I've haggled with drow, Riedrans, Valenar, and hags and come out even or better. I can navigate with a sextant, a backstaff, or by dead reckoning, on the ocean or above. I know the weather better than pretty much anyone short of the Raincaller's Guild, and can rat the lines like a 10-year rigger."

He smiles and puts out his hand to shake with Ebran. "Pleased to meet you."