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"When does eet end?" The Comte asks, eyeing his low drink level. "Eef we wish to play much more zen we will need anuzzer bottle. Steel, I can ask one more."

He pauses and looks between each of the women at the table.

"Never ever 'ave I wanted to kiss someone at zis table." He picks up his glass, raises it to Thalia and drinks. Then he turns to Mel, repeats the gesture and drinks again.

With his glass empty he turns it upside down and puts it firmly down on the table. The click is audible in the sudden silence that surrounds their table.

Lucien leaves his drink on the table this time and looks at Mel with honest curiosity.

"You are a most intreeging partner Mel. Every time I zink I 'ave, what is ze phrase, figured you out, you surprize me again."

He doesn't ask for further details, but does turn to Thalia, finding himself excessively curious as to her answer.

Lucien smirks, an expression which makes him look darkly handsome and drinks. Twice - again.

"Wat can I say?" He asks with a grin. "Ze ladies love a man wiz stamina... and a tail."

Lucien raises his glass, pauses and then puts it down again.

"Not exactlee." He says slowly. "I 'ave... rules zat I follow. So I do not... what iz your words? Put ze 'orse before ze cart?"

Since it's his turn Lucien takes a moment and decides to lighten the tone a little.

"Never 'ave I ever... beecome so drunk zat I was locked out of ze 'ouse."

He smiles and drinks, twice.

Lucien smiles, inclines his head to Thalia and drinks.

"Deefine public." Lucien requests, with his tumbler half raised. "Does an armee camp count?"

Lucien nods and takes a swig. "Menee. Ze life of a soldier ees a dangerous one. And I once broke four toes at a ball!"

After looking to Thalia he decides to have a go himself. "Never 'ave I ever... 'ad body art. Tattoo's and zo forth." He clarifies. He also doesn't drink.

"Well I am always 'appy to oblige a enchante mademoiselle." Lucien replies with a smile of his own. He smoothly takes Thalia's hand and leans down to kiss it with a flourish. (If that means that he has to bend his head and gets a view in the process then no doubt that is simply chance.)

He doesn't press the matter any further however, choosing instead to swirl the wine in his glass and give Thalia a look that can only be described as smouldering.

"So, mon cheri, what sort of game do you eenjoy? I 'ave not 'eard of zis Never 'ave I ever. You will 'ave to explain 'ow it works for me."

When Mel returns to the table Lucien stands to pull out her chair and then retakes his own. "To knowing w'en and 'ow to celebrate." He says, taking a long sip of his wine (having purloined the rest of Mel's while she went to the bar).

"So... I trust zis game involves drinking?"

Lucien gives Thalia a smile that can only be described as rogue-ish. "Mon cheri eef your lips are drawn to mine zen could I be blamed?" He winks and strikes an exaggerated pose. "Zese good looks, zey can be a curse!"

He holds the pose for a moment and then swigs down another large gulp of wine. "You are both la belle femmes, any man would be lucky to taste your leeps." Despite his words however he makes no move on either of his companions, simply keeping the drinks coming. Unless one of them makes a move first...

"Een Danor of course!" Lucien replies, always happy to stick up for his homeland. "Ze ingredients may be good but zere is so much more to wine zan simply ze grapes!"

He proceeds to wax lyrical for some time on how best to make wine, press wine, drink wine and most of all, to enjoy it.

"Wine iz ze most romantic of drinks!" He declares. "Eef you are to 'old your lover and drink from ze same cup, a moment of passion and romance, you cannot do it wiz any old brandy! It must be a fine, smooth wine, zat tempts ze senses and tastes sweet upon ze tongue. 'Ow else do you encourage zere leeps to yours?"

Lucien smiles and, when the wine arrives, does exactly that!

"Eet iz not ze right way to drink wine." He says, requesting another round. "But Reesur 'as no idea of good wine anyway."

"Of course, mon couer." Lucien replies, signalling the tavern maid. "Trois of your best wine, merci mademoiselle." He says with a smile and a generous tip, before turning back to his companions for the evening.

"Eet seems you 'ave started sans moi!" He says, affecting a wounded look. "'Ow will I survive ze 'eartbreak?"

"I am at your command mademoiselles." Lucien says gallantly. "Lead on!"

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Having been commanded to 'look sharp' Lucien arrives having clearly done his best. He has opted for a black suit, whose jacket has a form-fitting military type cut to it, along with some piping at the seams which enhances the look. His hair is neatly styled, largely covering his horns, and his tail is not easily visible this evening.

Apart from, or perhaps because of, his scars Lucien looks quite dashing this evening - if somewhat overdressed.

"Oui, monsieur Capitane!" Lucien says, snapping a salute. "Mademoiselles? Might I escort you 'ome?"

"Eef it iz a warship zen ze motive might be eizzer." Lucien agrees. "I imagine ze peace wiz Danor would be ze target. Many people make plentee of money in war time."

"Mon dieu!" Lucien exclaims, upon hearing the news. "Zis iz not good! Mademoiselle 'Ume was murdered to keep zis conspiracy under ze wrappings non? Per'aps we should speak wiz Madame Gale once more if she can be found. Persons unknown are making use of zis Bleak Gate... and what are zey building?"

"Let us search then."Lucien agrees.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

Lucien nods, "Indeed, alzough I wonder if zese zings 'ave left ze front door open..."

He glances at Mel, who is much better at looking at things stealthily than he is.

"Eef not we must use ze privvy."

LoH: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Lucien's sang froid is intact, although the palor of his face suggests that he can't afford to lose much more blood.

"Nozzing to worry about Mon Petite!" He calls and does a decent job of proving it with a truly heroic strik!

Falcata: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 282d6 + 7 ⇒ (1, 1) + 7 = 9
Crit?: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 244d6 + 14 ⇒ (5, 5, 1, 5) + 14 = 30

AC currently 21.

Lucien clamps a hand over the wound for a moment. "Most under'and Monsieur!" He declares rather indignantly! His personal valor and righteousness lends his next blow extra power, but unfortunately no accuracy!

LoH as move. Smite. Stab.

LoH: 1d6 ⇒ 3
Smite: 1d20 + 7 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 7 + 3 = 112d6 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (2, 4) + 4 + 3 = 13
If he's not evil then ignore the +3's. If he's an outsider then +3 more damage.

Falcata: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 202d6 + 4 ⇒ (4, 5) + 4 = 13

Lucien replies with a bold stroke of his own, since his foe is allowing him the advantage!

Lucien pulls his sword from its curved scabbard and clasps one clenched fist over his heart. Light coalesces around him, leaving him armored in a long corslet of chain-mail.

"Deepart at once!" He commands stepping in front of the Doctor (and his fellow constables). "Zis man is under ze protection of ze Homeland Constabulary!"

Draw weapon, summon armor, step forward to they all attack me first.

"Very well." Lucien says, watching Mel's frown with a slight smile. "We must find ze privvy sat is no longer in use."

"Per'aps zis conversation should wait for... better circumstances?" Lucien interjects. Some of the features in the doctors tale, talk of a shadowy figure in the street for example, are a little too close to what Gale has spoken of to be casual conversation.

"Monsieur, we 'ave two options at zees point. We can simply take you past ze guards, eef you zink ze could be 'persuaded' to look ze ozzer way, but zere is still a large crowd outside. Your exit would be most public. Or we can use ze secret exit, alzough eet might be a little... unpleasant. It will 'owever be disceet."

"Eet would be difficult to fake even one of zese." Lucien says, showing his own identification. "To do many would be neerley imposseeble. But, eef you still 'ave doubt Monsieur then let us speek as countrymen. You are from fair Danor are you not? Then I imageen you will 'ave 'eard of me, Le Comte de Fesch. I sink some still call me a traitor but our nations are at peace non?"

He gives the doctor a moment to process and then continues.

"Let me be frank Monsieur. You 'ave fled from the 'Omeland Constabulary and in doing, made your poseetion much worse. Zis Lorcan Kell, ze man oo you 'ope is protecting you. 'E will not, not unlees 'is own interests are served. You wish to know 'ow we found you? We paid ze doorman. Ten gold pieces, zat is all your safety is worth to 'im. Now, we 'ave questions regarding Mademoiselle 'Ume, but eef you come wiz us we can protect you, and ze Constabulary cannot be bought wiz a pocket-full of gold."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

Lucien puts an arm around Melenae, trying to look supportive as he leads her through the crowd.

"Excusez moi, excusez moi!" He calls, clearing a path through the crowd. "Monsieurs, I emplore you to call Monsieur Le Doctor. Zis woman must speek with 'im. Eet iz a matter of vie e mort!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

"We are most greetful for your assistance Monsieur." Lucien says, taking care to pay for the man's coffee as well as his own. "Your asseestants will receive my 'elp at ze earleest opportunity." He departs with a bow to join the ladies outside.

"Indeed Melenae." He agrees. "Ze smugglers will not be processed for anuzzer day at leest. Ze Doctor must be our first priority. Fortunately I 'ave everyzing I need."

"'ow about I offer a counter proposal monsieur?" Lucien replies, still smiling pleasantly. "You help us find monsieur le Doctor and in thanks for your civic duty we will ensure that we speak positively about your friends, should it come to it. You will 'ave to guarantee that zey will not continue to flout ze cities laws 'owever."

He sits back and sips his coffee. This is going to be difficult if Cippiano proves stubborn but he will play the smiling cop and let the ladies be the reasonable or dangerous ones as they choose.

How do we know his coffee is sweetened? Are we sharing? ;P

"I like to theenk so." Lucien replies with a slight bow. "You are cleerly a man of taste and refinement Monsieur." He accepts coffee and pastries from the daughters of the house with a twinkling eye and a blown kiss before returning his attention to the real purpose of this meeting.

"I 'ave the honor of addressing Monsieur Cippiano I trust?" He asks politely. "Sante, monsieur!"

"The RHC pursues every lead." Lucien says, looking dapper this morning in a fine coat and cravat. "May I treat you lovely ladies to a coffee?"

"Weel zat went weel." Lucien says, having ensured that the captain is not going to bleed out any time soon. "Per'aps we can 'ave a full night's sleep or most of eet before we resume ze 'unt tomorrow?"

Chivalrous as ever he offers to walk both women back to their lodgings.

"You 'ave chosen unwisely Monsieur." Lucien says calmly, unphased by the sight of his own blood.

Falchion: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 92d6 + 4 ⇒ (6, 3) + 4 = 13

Lucien lets out a harsh growl and strikes again, aiming for the mans wrists. He has no intention of taking another blow to the chest like that. Thankfully righteousness is its own defense.

LoH: 1d6 ⇒ 3
Falchion: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 172d6 + 4 ⇒ (3, 3) + 4 = 10

Lucien took a moment before boarding to summon his armor, a slightly spectral piece of glowing silver chainmail.

"Surrender Monsieurs!" He calls, moving to intercept the captain. "Assalting an officer will double your sentence!"

Falchion vs. Captain: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 232d6 + 4 ⇒ (1, 1) + 4 = 6

You had to make it skill checks...

Lucien is a straightforward soul, who tends to jump straight in to both diplomacy and violence. Thus his particular skill set is not much help in this situation.

Stealth Aid: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

"Per'aps we can get into ze shadow of ze cliff." He says, pointing.

"Catch zem in ze act, non?" Lucien says. "Eet makes questions of guilt much simpler!"

"Zat ees acceptable Madame." Lucien replies, not seeing any other way of dealing with the situation. "Pleese remember zat we are on 'is side. We know of ze criminals zat are pursuing 'im and we weesh to find 'im first. Zen we can protect 'im. Tu comprende?"

"We were geeven thees by Dr Camp." Lucien says, relenting a little and holding out the letter. "Apart from our identification zere is leetle else we can do to assure you that we are 'oo we say we are Madame. You must trust us."

"Madam." Lucien replies, his voice becoming stern. "You know eet ees an offense to lie to the Royal 'Omeland Constabulary, do you not? Eet would be a great shame eef we 'ad to remove you from your office een chains. Ze only zing we want ees to protect Monsieur von Recklinghausen so do not make zees more difficult for us!"

Intimidate: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

"Anytheeng you can tell us would be most 'elpful Meademoiselle." Lucien replies. "Eet is a matter of 'is safety and we were told zat you were ze person who could contact 'im. How exactly did that work? Do you know where 'e was staying?"

"Merci Monsieur." Lucien says, taking the letter. "We will do our best to help Monsieur von Recklinghausen. You vere quite right to say nothing to Officer Porter."

Once they have some privacy he reads the letter and then passes it to the ladies. "Eenteresting. And what ees thees monster? We may know our link to Monsieur Kell 'owezzer."

Lucien nods his agreement. "In the company of such lovely mademoiselles I would not risk Monsieur Kell. 'E would be too blinded by your beauty to answer any queestions!"

"Agreed." Lucien says, offering a nod and smile to Thalia. "Melenae? I sugeest we find ze doctor now and then investegate ze industrial deestrict tonight?"

Lucien nods and sketches a bow once again. "All I can do is offer my apologies Madamoiselle, for your treatment. Let us hope that this can be a chance for reconciliation and amite going forwards."

He looks to his fair companions to see if they have anything to add.

Lucien listens to this tale with raised eyebrows, that only climb further up his forehead as the story progresses. "Zis is... a very dangerous claim." He says eventually. "If eet is true than the danger might be much greater than we had thought. Still, Mademoiselle Gale, there are other things that we must address. Why was Mademoiselle Nilasa setting up a meeting to buy weapons, no? We 'ave heard about a lot of your work and not much of eet is good... I think I speak for us all when I say merci for your help, but we are not convinced of your good intentions - yet."

"Enchante Mademoiselle." Lucien says, stepping forward to offer a bow. "This is a truly beautiful place, my soul sings to be in the presence of such harmony." He waves expansively to the city below them. "However, that is not to say that we cannot gain much from the fruits of labor and industry also. Az in all things there must be a balance, do you not agree?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

"Well this iz not ideal..." Lucien says in commendable understatement. "So, do we try and find a way in or leave it untel after ze meeting? I think eet is not the most important thing right now. Gale may be able to answer all of our questions if we are fortunate. Better prepare for ze mission we know we can do."

Lucien, who has always been kept at arms reach from most of the Constabulary informants, who don't take kindly to 'foreigners', follows along and tries to be helpful - mostly by keeping his mouth shut and occasionally being intimidating!

Diplo Aid: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

Lucien takes up Melenae's good work, and once it leads into a small danoran enclave he goes in alone to finish the job.

"That seems wise." Lucien agrees. He's been watching in amusement as the, in general extremely patriotic, Risuri consume danoran pastry like it's the best thing they've ever eaten. It probably is, but he's learned not to make those comments aloud any more.

"How do we want to approach Monsieur Doctor? The full majeste of the law, or with more... subterfuge?"