Among the malefactors gathering outside of poor Ol' Louslik's establishment was an undernourished willow of a man known as Ryde. The slouch in his posture as he sat in the grassy knoll, looking out towards the Tannery, hid the considerable height of his gangling frame. The slight breeze tousled Ryde's unruly brunette hair enough to warrant the occasional running of fingers across his forehead.
Ryde took note of the various outlaws he'd be depending on tonight. The most prominent figure was that of the burly half-orc. As a black-market medic, Ryde loved people like him; the vast majority of Ryde's livelihood came from the pockets of punch-first-ask-questions-later types like him. The pale woman was another person of interest; Tian are rarities in Cheliax, much less Tian with connections in the Chelish government. One man was far too well-dressed for the occasion and the other two men were far too under-dressed for whatever occasion the well-dressed man had in mind.
By the time Ryde had gotten a read on the group, Cimri had taken the floor. Ryde felt no obligation to acknowledge the wretch leading the operation nor her warnings for the loose-lipped. Why convince someone that you can keep your mouth shut when you can just keep your mouth shut? Besides, if Ryde's presence really did put the success of the job at risk, her employer wouldn't have taken the substantial risks that come with buying Ryde's services.
The terms of this arrangement were made very clear. If Ryde insured the robbery's success and the satisfaction of the client, he would be one step closer to regaining what is rightfully his. In the days leading up to the gathering at the grassy knoll, Ryze asked the residents of Longacre to give details on the tannery. After all, what kind of neighbor wouldn't introduce their town to a new bright-eyed silver-tongued resident?
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18