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Z/A/G:

Morgrim looks between Gray and Ziera. He focuses on Ziera first. “That is not information that is available for sale.

He looks back at Grey. “Standard fee for the information is fifty gold. After your organization discount it would be forty-five gold.


Z/A/G:

"Jeggare aren't usually prone to talking but there is a high-noble by the name of Darkut that is a bit more affable than the others. Like most dwarf's, he's in it for the gold, not the politics. "


Ziera/Antonio/Gray:

Morgrim nods, accepting whatever is offered.


Asmodeus’ Rest:

Morgrim accepts the note with a nod. He looks at it, blinks, and then puts it on the table. He mutters something and the note starts burning. He picks up his back, and heads out the door back to the stage.


Asmodeus’ Rest:

Morgrim nods. “Once I finish up here I can meet; though that will be late into the night.


Asmodeus’ Rest:

Morgrim nods along to Antonio’s assessment. “Yes, that is what many believe to be the case. But those same people think that Leroung must have some deal, and that the lack of political interest is a facade. I’m not so sure, the reports have been consistent.

He stops himself, realizing he is rambling. “Lady Rosalie is incredibly intelligent, extremely driven, and not very sociable. She doesn’t really have known vices that you can play up, but if you were in the market for leverage I could drum up some ideas.


rolls:

roll: 1d20 ⇒ 18

Asmodeus' Rest:

Morgrim gulps at the obvious threat. He peers back at Ziera.

"I'm not sure we have met. I do know Vince though, and I know Antonio here. I'm not sure who the other gentlemen is though. I merely assumed you two were involved in Taishan as well, I'm sure I met all of the agents"

He pauses, shifting through the questions in his head.

"I believe I can answer some of these rather quickly. I personally have little knowledge of the arcane, but their is a researching at Leroung who is well versed them. Her name is Lady Rosalie, and she will be in attendance at the ball tomorrow. The Jeggare gunpowder ramifications can wait for another time, though I will note that the explosion that wiped out quite a bit of their stock has likely led to the recent change in the rankings. Which, quite nicely, leads me to that."

He reaches into his pack and pulls out a piece of parchment. He puts in on the table in front of you.

"These have been appearing on local posting boards for a few months now. They initially caused a stir as everyone, including myself, tried to find out who exactly was posting these. I never discovered any identities though, and I believe others were just as unsuccessful. Then yesterday, likely only hours after the explosion, this particular list was posted everywhere."

He pauses, looking around. When he doesn't get a reaction he continues. "These deviate from what most would observe as the rightful order by place Leroung above Jeggare. One spot ins't a major change, and the explosion could be financially damaging, but Leroung is thought of by many as tiring of the political game. Recent leaders, both internally and externally, have featured research and learning in even more earnest. And yet, this particular observed ranks them ahead of Jeggare mere hours after the explosion happened. It has one again caused many to seek the identity of the observer, or observers. I myself took this paper to be examined, though could find nothing to help identity the author."

Parchment:

Thrune
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Charthagnion
Henderthane
Leroung
Jeggare
Narikopolus
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Sarini

We are watching


Asmodeus' Rest:

"I had heard that there was an issue with Taishan involving memories, but I didn't know the extent. Now I know the extent. " He waves a hand. "No, don't worry about your organization; I'm aware of the organization and it's purpose. An organization of this size can't stay completely hidden away from the outside world, and there are some of us that need to help accomplish it's goals. "

He strums the lyre again. "I asked the question because I want to give you relevant and helpful information. " He stops, and adjusts his tone away from condescension and towards teaching. "Right now all of the high nobles from the houses excluding Thrune have reserved for the event and it's extremely unlikely any of them don't show up. If you would like the information for each of them I can give that, but as I said that will take time, and I don't have that kind of time right now."

He pauses, and his tone shifts again, this time to conciliatory. "If however, you have a more specific topic, you can voice that now. Are you worried about the political implications of Jeggare importing gunpowder? It will be of major discussion tomorrow. Are you more interested in the recent house rankings posted by an unknown group? The initial shock died down pretty quickly when they were originally released, but the update this morning will also be a topic of discussion."

He stops and sits back, his eyes flitting around the room to all of those in attendance.


nothing to see here:

roll 1: 1d20 ⇒ 10

Asmodeus' Rest:

Morgrim sets his pack behind his chair and carefully sets his lyre on the table. His appearance is simple, and not ostentatious like most in his profession, or like some well known clothier. He listens to Gray, giving his full attention. After hearing it he pauses, apparently thinking. He absentely plucks a fw strings on the lyre.

"I think I won't answer your questions right away. I fear you've asked an imprecise question, and I am curious why. You should know that talking through every major player at Leroung along with all of their plots and machinations will be extensive. but you ask for it anyway. I will answer it, should you have the time, and should we be able to meet after my work tonight is accomplished, but I don't think that is what you're after. So if you don't mind me asking, why ask the question that way?

sense motive 15:

His mannerisms in conversation seem deliberate, in stark contrast to his ease at performing.


asmodeus’ rest:
Morgrim flourishes his cap. “Oy, Regrif, this fellow would like a private performance. Eruff will take over in here for a while. ” The bartender nods, and grabs a key off the wall and chucks it to Morgrim, who catches it. He hops down from the stool, whispers to a gnome, and then makes his way to the private dining room.