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Sillas fidgets slightly with the collar of his robes. "Buisness associates perhaps, although I don't know if that'd look suspicious. We'd also need to get you dressed for the part."

Sorry for my inactivity; spent a few days away fromhome with some friends.

Starlan

Starlan

"Yes, it is sensible. We'll do everything we can to be prepared."

Sillas smiles faintly and nods "Yes I will, I just hope we aren't in that situation."

Sillas nods, dislike of the idea clear on his face. "Alright. I'll also get started reading these journals to get ready to impersonate him."

Sillas looks a little worriedly at Irirangi as she speaks about Dahl. "Do you think...that he might be able to take control somehow?"

I think that maybe spending a little bit of time with jourals would be a good idea. Testing the disguise on Delphis' customers might be a good idea too; it would add to the illusion of him still being alive.

Sillas looks surprised but shakes his head "Don't worry about it."
After a moment he says "Ah, could I have a moment to see if Delphis' stuff fits?"

Sillas nods to Starlan "Please.". Pausing for a moment he adds "There's uh...a few talents I possess that I think I should make you all aware of. I tend to wander the streets in ah, less reputable areas and I've made a few friends. One if which was an illusionist; a street performing hedge-wizard, really, who taught me a few minor tricks that might be helpful here."

Sillas gives Iri a grateful smile as she binds the nasty bite the construct inflicted upon him.
Standing with a slight wince, he goes over to Merreck's lockpicks "I saw someone use these once; I think I might be able to work them, given a little time."

Sillas stumbles back, grunting in pain as he holds a hand to the bloody wound in his side. Looking back to the dog-construct he snarls a little in anger and lunges forward.
Attack 23 (19+4); Damage 5 To confirm Attack 11; damage 5

Initiative 13
Sillas draws his rapier with a slight flourish, falling into a fighting stance almost like what one would expect from a street fighter. He approaches the dog-golem from behind, making a hasty jab at it, hoping to distract it from Starlan.

Moving to B4 to flank it. Attack 6; Damage 3

Dammit, the one time I don't buy a crowbar...

"Hey Merreck, we need your larcenous skills again." Sillas shouts, still looking around for something that could be used to pry the door open.

Hmm, I don't really have an aplicable abilities here. How hard does it look like it'd be to break the cabinet door?

Just a quick post to let you all know that I'm not dead or anything. Just been busy the last few days.

Sillas looks from Irirangi to the metallic dog, keeping a hand on the hilt of his rapier as she speaks.

Perception 16

Sillas inwardly sighs with relief as Merreck unlocks the door. He hadn't been looking forward to trying to explain why he knew how to pick a lock if it had come down to him doing it.

Looking to Irirangi he says "We can't know what's down there unless we take a peek."

"Well, who's handy with a lock?" Sillas asks, bending down to examine the door's lock.

I don't remember whether or not Merreck said he was.

"Ah, I'd thought you'd be engaged with a...friend by now. Come on then; they heard something in our wizard's house."

On the way, Sillas fills Merreck in on what Rurin told them.

Sillas sighs and finds Rurin's waitress. Giving her his most charming smile, he hands her the letter and several gold coins, asking her to return it to Rurin's table along with another drink.

Iri greets Sillas with relief as he rejoins her.

"Starlan's at the house. It's not as empty as we thought it was. There's something in the basement he says ... oh, you know all that of course."

She grins up at him. "You must have been quick - I never saw you once. I hate to say it, but crime is really starting to appeal to me. Is that wrong?"

Sillas grins and hands then envelope to her "Its not wrong, just illegal."

Sim nods, remaining silent for a moment before replying, his tone reassuring "No, no I don't think they're after the same thing I am. This old man you spoke of doesn't sound like anyone I know to be in opposition to my employer."

Sillas throws a few coins on the table, using the gesture to cover his grab for the real letter.

Sleight of Hand, 20 (14+6 from Action Point)

"Here, have a few drinks on me, friend. I'll contact you again soon."

Sim leaves the table, quickly vanishing into the crowd and returning to the restroom, dropping the illusion and returning to 'his' face before returning to the crowded room of the tavern. Taking a deep breath he slips back into the role of Sillas, looking around the room for Irirangi.

'He hasn't been contacted by anyone else, at least not about this job. Also, I got the letter. Let's get out of here.'

Sim smiles faintly in a satisfied way "Good, now, just a few more questions for you. Has anyone apart from myself and your other visitors contacted you for help? What did this other group look like? Does the House have any agents that might get in the way of this operation? Do they know anything about any plots to break in?"

'Irirangi, be ready to make a hasty exit just in case this doesn't go quite according to plan.'

Sim frowns "Did no one contact you? An initial payment should have been arranged." his face twisting into a scowl of irritation, he mutters a few sharp words under his breath. Verbal component of Silent Image
Beneathe the table he takes a bit of wool from a small pouch at his side and performs the last few gestures to complete his spell.

Bluff 27
Creating a Silent Image of the letter, on top of the real one. After Silent Image he'll cast Charm Person, using Cloaked Casting to get a +1 to save DC.

Sim leans forward, placing one hand on the table not too far from the letter. Almost idly he begins to trace circles on the table with his fingers. "But you can get us in? I can arrange the payment immediatly." He lowers his voice, speaking with hypnotic intensity "Help us, Rurin, tell me what I need to know."

Bluff 28 Casting Charm Person; Save DC 15 w/Cloaked Casting

Sim's not trying to get him to think multiple groups are after it; he's trying to get Rurin to reveal whether or not he's been contacted by other groups.

Would it be possible to conceal spell casting with either a Bluff or a Sleight of Hand check?

"Arkev" Sim says easily. "Now, did my employer contact you about our interest in getting into the vaults?"

Did we see where Rurin put the letter from Solinthas?

Heh, I'm glad I focused on Diplomacy and Bluff

Sim nods, motioning to the barkeep to get Rurin another drink "My employer was told that you'd be the one to go to if one wanted to know about the bank's vaults."

"You would, would you? What makes you think I'll listen? I've been interrupted plenty tonight, so if you have something to say, you better say it fast. Before my next drink gets here."

"My employer has interest in some information you have. He may have contacted you about his interest. He'll pay, handsomely, for it." Sim says with a small, restrained smile. "Let me buy you a drink and maybe we can discuss this a little more."

Diplomacy 30 (20+10)

Sillas follows Irirangi into the crowd and, once they're out of Rurin's sight, says in a low voice "I'll be right back. I'm going to see if I can't get a little more information.". Flashing a confident grin at her, he slips off into the crowd.

Once in the restroom he'll shift his features to make himself to look like a middle-aged man with sharp features and a slightly aristocratic manner. He'll use Disguise Self to make it look like he's wearing a set of common black clothes.

Sim smiles slightly to himself, slipping easily back into the role of con artist. He approaches Rurin's table, his expression nuetral and speaks, his voice cold "Rurin d'Sivis. I'd speak to you."

'We might as well pay him now. When are we doing the job?'

Ok, shiny. I'll step inside the toilet for a moment, change my face, and then cast Disguise Self to make my clothes look different.

'A way for us to ask him? Not really. But I'll slip back after we leave and see if I can get a little know out of him.'

Sillas' plan is to vanish into the crowd, leave Iri, shift, go back to Rurin. I'll pretend to be a contact for another group for as long as I can to see what I can learn, and then I'll see if I can lift the letter.

Are there any exits near his table?
Are there a lot of people near him?
Is there somewhere I could unobtrusively change shape on the way back to the table?

Sillas listens carefully as Rurin explains, nodding when he finishes "Yes, yes that'll do fine."

'We'll leave, disappear into the crowd, then I'll come back in a second and get the letter back without risking drawing attention to us.'

'Indeed.'

Sillas shakes his head "You know how this works. Half upfront to show you we're good for it, then half after you've shown us its worth our coin."

Sillas shakes his head "No, at least you don't owe us anything. If the 'Old man' refers to a chap named Solinthas, then yes, that's why we're here."

Sillas nods "If we need your expertise we'll let you know." he says, with only a hint of good-natured sarcasm in his voice.

Once he departs, Sillas sighs and looks at Irirangi "Well, let's get this over with."

Sillas approaches the table where Rurin sits and after a moment speaks up "You're Rurin yes?"

Diplomacy 20

Sillas looks at Irirangi for a moment and then laughs. Grinning broadly he replies "Indeed, there are a few important skills we were never taught."

'Let's wait a minute and watch him, try to feel out his manner.'

"Indeed it will. And that drink will probably multiply greatly by the time the night is through." Sillas says, watching the gnome carefully as he once would have watched a mark.

[ooc]Any check I should make, or no?

'Ah, never mind then.'

"I guess it would have been sensible to ask Solinthas to describe Rurin." Iri looks crestfallen. "Sometimes I am very, very dumb."

"Don't feel too bad about it." Sillas says quietly, scanning the room nonchalantly, looking for any gnomes. "In all likelihood, Solinthas doesn't even know what our man looks like. I'm guessing that Rurin figures that if we're willing to pay his fee, we'll also be willing to poke around a little to find him. Keeps him safer that way."

Bluff, if necessary 18; Perception 17

Sillas gestures to the crowded bar "Come on. Let's get a drink and laska few questions."

'He might be waiting for us; he may have asked Solinthas for our descriptions so that he could make the first move.'

Shouldn't be a problem; I've focused on the social skills with him.

Sillas nods to Irirangi "Sounds like we have a plan. Let's get on with it."

'Starlan, I've heard many stories about the bond shared by the Talenta riders and their mounts. How close, how precise, is that bond? For instance, could Dragonheart stay in the skies and watch for anything unusual? I'd rather not be caught unawares by the types who might also be seeking what Rurin knows.'

Sillas nods "We stay here too long. The longer we're, the more likely it is we'll draw attention to ourselves. We could split into two groups; one group to meet with Rurin and one to poke around the wizard's home and see what else they can discover."

'Aphra, you're not helping things. A plan is needed. Anyone is welcome to volunteer a plan or give their opinion. Besides, she's the closest thing to a leader we have on this little expedition; it being done at the request of her superiors in the Church.'

For most of the journey Sillas seems content to quietly watch Khorvaire slide past them, far below. Reflecting on the situation he's found himself thrown into and more specifically, what it will mean. 'How long can I maintain myself, without even the fortress of my own mind as sanctuary? How soon before I can no longer conceal the truth from them? Irirangi, Merreck, Tara, all of them. How soon before I must watch it all fall to ruin?'

With their arrival at Passage, Sillas pulls himself more into the conversations he's only idly listened to for the past few days.
At the captain's question he looks to Irirangi and then to the twins "Well..."

'I've no idea how long this will take. How long can the airchip stay before it garners suspicion, either from the locals or the crew?'

Sillas stands with Irirangi, simply enjoying the quiet and watching the lands of Eberron slide by. He wishes Irirangie a good night when she leaves, and remains standing there, watching and thinking.

When he finally leaves the deck of the airship and goes to his bed, he falls asleep quickly and easily for the first time in weeks.

Sillas turns from the skies and grins at Irirangi "Fantastic isn't it. I've only left Sharn a handful of times, and never on a journey like this. Watching the earth fall away, and the familair sights fade into the distance makes me want to see what's on the rest of that map all the more."

Sillas doesn't show much interest in either the food or the discussions, seeming content to stand near the prow of the airship and stare out across Sharn and the visible world.

After a few hours, Sillas speaks through the mental link 'I believe I'm ready. Farewell's have been said, explanations have been given. Where should I go to meet up with you? I'm ready to hit the skies.'

"I have to admit, I'm pretty worried about him. But I understand that we need to take care of this other threat. If you want, I can run the note over to House Cannith and explain everything to Tara. I'll be back in time for take off."

Sillas considers for a moment and then nods, handing Merreck the letter. "Yes, let Tara know. Delaying our other business probably isn't the best idea, so we should still leave this evening, whether or not he gets in contact. Tara and the others will be able to handle things."

Iri shares the little she knows with the others. Then she looks at Sillas.

"Are you worried about your friend? If he's in trouble, shouldn't we at least find out before we go haring off across the world?"

"A little, yes. Jorras can be very determined to get an important story, and he might take risks he shouldn't. I suppose I could give the letter to someone, Tara maybe, in case he doesn't turn up by the time we leave."

About what time of day is it? When are we leaving?

Know (local) 15

Sillas reads the note, a frown growing as he finishes. Carefully folding the note he looks up at Irirangi, Merreck, and Wingy "Have any of you heard of a fellow named Vestan ir'Simul? He's running an excavation of some kind down in the Cogs."

He hands the letter to Merreck, asking him "When was the last time you heard from Jorras?"