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![]() Sirius Sa'luk wrote:
"OH NO!" Ramyla screams and rushes around to the end of the bar. ![]()
![]() dice:
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
"All Timnic said in his note was that he was staying somewhere down by the river. I don't know anything beyond that. Timinic was just doing a survey of the sewers and the Dripping Wall just so happens to have an easy entrance. He said that he saw some suspicious characters moving through sewers nearby but that's all I know honest. Now listen I have to get back in there. I have a business to run." The first part confirms the location that the Pathfinders have, that Timinic is down by the wharf district adjacent the Dagger River. ![]()
![]() Janus Grey wrote: "Pemak sent us here. The poison used to kill Bosk and Clovesh was stolen from her store. She thinks the theft has something to do with your establishment. "Hey! That was freshly-distilled mercury I gave your friend!" Janus Grey wrote:
She clams up--until Hosser arrives, raises his hand, and shows her his toad. Then she screams "EW! WHAT'S WRONG WITH THAT FROG! It's got stuff all over it!" dice:
1d20 + 0 ⇒ (9) + 0 = 9
1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18 It takes him a minute to calm her down. What's everyone else doing during that time? Hosser: Hosser feels uneasy in the courtyard too, like he's being watched or something. ![]()
![]() Janus Grey wrote: "Yes. It has something to do with Timinic, who is a friend of ours. Istivil Bosk and Brandur Clovesh are dead-" "Who?" her smile mostly disappears and is replaced with confusion. Janus Grey wrote: "slain by the same methods: a cunning poisoning. Their names appear on a list with yours, Pemak's-" "The apothecary?" Janus Grey wrote:
"How should I know? I don't even know half the people you are talking about. Timinic said in a note he had to lay low for a while and was staying someplace safe. He said he was in danger and that-" Her eyes grow wide as she looks at the two strange men (and odd bit of living luggage) who have gotten her out back in the closed courtyard away from any witnesses. She takes a faltering step back. "Oh, Cayden." "If either of you come any closer I'll scream." she warns in a trembling voice. dice:
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23 Something feels wrong about the situation to both Pathfinders. ![]()
![]() "Mortal danger!? Does this have something to do with Timinic!?" her smile dims quite a bit. "We could go into the courtyard." She points to the taproom's northern exit. Andolyn Featheredbow wrote:
"Oh and don't nurse the contents of your tankard too long dear, otherwise it will start pitting the pewter." Ramyla's customer-service smile brightens again, as she leads the pale man and his handbag out back. If anyone else wants to go they can (or stand guard at the entrance, get a seat whatever). Slide 5 updated. ![]()
![]() Janus Grey wrote:
She certainly seem like proprietor of a drinking establishment. "What can I get you?" See? Totally normal barperson talk. "We have a special on quicksilver today, if you want some added to your drink. It'll give you a spring in your step!" she says beaming even more. Mostly.... Ezren is beginning to suspect her smile is the result of some sort of facial nerve damage. ![]()
![]() Andolyn Featheredbow wrote: Andolyn approaches the bartender and a small part of her Social Identity seems to break through. "Gooday ma'am! I'll take one of those, umm, dripping spirit thingies." "HEY THERE! C'MON IN AND HAVE A SEAT OR TWO!" calls the beaming woman behind the counter. "ONE RAINBOW IN A MUG COMING RIGHT UP!" She sets to work on Andolyn's order. Janus Grey wrote:
"♪♫WELL, THAT'S ME!♪♫ DID I WIN SOMETHING?" she says still beaming. |