When it is time to go, the party leaves for the Hungry Hound. when they get there they find the cheery tavern owners, happy as ever. The tavern seems to have steady business going and the gossip is rich. There are several customers drinking to their last day of "freedom" before martial law.
"Twas guud while it lasted." one familiar person proclaims.
"I hear Thrune is preparing to send a blockade...eventually." He shrugs, "Don't suppose Thrune was overly thrilled with the Mayor and that devil mishap." He refills the wine goblet, "least that's what an informant indicated...reliable information is scarce right now." his eyes fall on his sister, "Last time Thrune blockaded it ended our family's fortune and name."
He shakes his head in disgust, "Lord Drovenge is dead, his grandkids have seized control of his estate, businesses and...the council." He rubs his chin and drinks his wine in a hurried gulp, without thinking he refills his goblet. "Several supporters of the grandfather have been...neutralized or are in hiding. They are knocking out rival clicks and several freelance magic shops have been torched." He hurriedly drinks his second goblet. "I was visited and requested to put my entertainment on hold, hence the reason I'm home this fine morning."
His hands tremble slightly, "Several vendors at the duskmarket have vanished and well...the market is er,...is gonna be hold for a while." He points to his arse, "they've effectively bent me over." he shakes his head, "The move was massive and well coordinated. I'm sure more will happen over the next few days."
He waves everyone inside the his flat, "Yes...yes...I bet its been some adventure." He heads over to bar and begins poring his sister's "friend" a glass of water, while fixing himself something much more calming. He generously pours a firewater wine for himself and his sister. "You sure you don't want something with a bit more a kick?" Talking to Gerard while he holds the wine out for his sister. 'So, er...Frank...water, wine, rum, what's your pleasure."
Rance and his body guard have bit of skip to their step when they head down, "A wonderful morning to all." He stops and sees the surly, "I assume your the source of the booming voice." He does an exacerbated bow, removing his large floppy hat when he does. "I'm Rance Lucca at your service." You must be "Duncan Redhammer...simply loved your performance in that dreadful play...although you my friend, earned by a few extra platinums that day."
"If there is nothing else that I can do for you, I will be off." a mischievous glint in his eye.
The is small interior stable in the building, Rance leads everyone down to it. he has an escort of 4 guards with him. Waiting in the stable is an ornate carriage that seats 8 comfortably. I may not be noble blood in Thrune's eyes but I've enough coin to challenge some of families.
With the carriage is footman and driver. There are six mounted guards on heavy warhorses that surround the carriage as you leave.
After making stops at the various lofts and apartments, the carriage arrives at the Hound. "I'm in good hands, see you in the morning." he instructs his guards and carriage.
There are several wide eyed folks on the street and in the tavern, that see this display. [b"]After you milady"[/b]He holds his arm out Shadow.
Rance glances over at the dangerous look elf, "Perhaps you would enjoy some company this evening, I've plenty of good tobacco and a few bottles of that brandy to add to the excitement."
The group knows Rance is flamboyant and mischievous; however, there is nothing malicious in any action he has taken. If anything he has been refreshingly honest and man of his word with the group.
"So you seek the red robed devils...the spirit is true in his words. They are deadly assassins and they specialize in making their targets completely disappear, so they can not be resurrected." he scoots bit closer to the elf as he reaches for the brandy. "I'll be able to refill my cellars after tonight." Commenting on the liquor.
The AP has him as human but the time gap makes no sense, he'd be like 100 years old, so I'm going to make him an elf.
He sits down next to the mysterious elf but speaks to Truk, "I know of some fight clubs...the pits they call them...Westcrown is eager for its blood sport. I have no interest in this type of brutality but others do, two enter one leaves." He sips his fine brandy, "Not the sort of fighting I'd recommend even for those, challenging for the affections of lovely ladies."
3 of 5 questions completed.
"I see you are wearing that lovely necklace, it certainly pales in comparison to your beauty, as I mentioned before, but then what could ever frame your soft skin so elegantly."
He stops to hand Truk his beer. "Here you go, you should fine this has the type of earthy body that you may enjoy." He cheerfully offers. "So you want to enter the the pits?" He inquires from the half-orc.
"I have wonderful Nidal blackberry brandy, about the only think drinkable from that country, but it's stunning on the palate." He moves to the bar and opens the bottle. He pours snifters for everyone. Then opens two ornate tobacco boxes, I pulls out several leafy papers, then liberally places the cherry and maple filler. His hands slowly and methodically rolling the cigars. "My best smoke." He dips the end in one of the brandy's, then he hands the first one one to Faelyn, thereafter he repeats the process for each contestant that came to the room.
"Hail the victors." as his steady hand sparks the tinder.
Rance looks at the half orc, "I am a source of much information, I made a simple business deal with the party. They agreed to fight in the summoner contest and I have agreed to information on a subject matter. If the information the party wants is to know where a fighting pit is, I can arrange it. Right now, I simply want to close my end of the agreement."
"You handle yourself well...but if that is the information the party is really seeking, a pit fight for you, I'll place you in the pits." He glances at Lucrezia, "Is that the information you see from me?"
After roughly a hour the last of the crowd leaves. The gear left behind for you is:
Rance pays out the following coin:
Ailyn = 2000 gp
Lucrezia = 4000 gp
"So my friends...that was wonderful...lots of money was earned and a fantastic show to boot." his grin is large, 'What information do you desire, was it see my statue Ghaelfin?" He pauses guickly the continues, "Why the interest in the statue?"
Thrax and his group wait in one staging area while you are led into the