Stuf drops his head.
My master may have a solution, but this may take a while. Please continue with your dinner and drinks. We will depart to retrieve a tool and will return before this establishment closes tonight. Now, Scoot. scoot!
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And our question regarding Ms. "Da Goblin"?
Percy, you were requested here also to vouch for your charges character. Will you vouch that she will uphold her secrecy about what we are about to show her, so help you your god? Then stuff slithers into view. Stuf detects as evil. And, in expecting a paladin, immediately breaks into parley: Dear Percy. Before you strike me down for my evil nature, all I ask is that... well... you don't. I can not help what I have done in my previous lives nor do I even recall them. But now I am in the bonded service of one Snuf Wheeler, a law-abiding gentleman who is anything but evil. If you must know, I am currently trembling in my scales that you might dispatch me into my next life without me ever knowing what it is I did my previous. And yet my master, whose commands I sometime doubt, has requested you here before us as a sign of good faith. Am I to die? My orders are to not fight back. Stuf desperately attempts to spot Percy's heraldry and/or religious symbol, finds them, but is no less assured of the outcome.
A voice rings out from someplace unseen by Percy. well... da Goblin has approved me to ask the following question
His oath will do. And we better understand why you are protecting your thoughts. You see, sensing nothing meant you resisted. Yet, we are willing to take that risk. This could still work out of the best.
On the contrary, that is a solution. Righty, could you please escort in Ms. Da Goblin's bodyguard.
Stuf inhales. Your sense motive >13:
Stufs slack jaw would imply that they may have bitten off more than they can chew. We are only interested in whether you have membership in one specific group. Do you also carry a "compass"? His intonation implying compass might be referring to something else.
Without losing focus. Stuf answers "Righty". Snuf was a Teamsters first, and still is as well. The two group's agendas have yet to be in conflict. If it arises, we'll burn that bridge when we cross it.
He then uprights himself and turns his attention to "Da Goblin", his eyes still temporaily glowing like ultra-violet lamps. And what about you?
Stuf nearly falls off of the monstrosity's gauntlet. Still hanging upside down, Stuf says, Thank you Acrosto. You may go. Please enjoy the night. Later we will treat you to an ale.
...Stuf slithering down the arm to rest in the palm-up gauntlet. Then, with the flick of his tongue, Stuf tastes the air that lingers around Acrosto. You two, please follow us to the back room. Stuf, pointing with his tail, picks out the two volunteers and the monstrosity transits to the room Righty pointed out. Once they all arrive, Stuf begins a short interrogation: I will be asking a battery of questions to determine a suitable candidate. please answer honestly. I will also be using my ability to read your thoughts. If you do not wish to have your thoughts read, then please resign from this room. The questions I will be asking will be limited to the following: Before we start please state if you have any objections. The same questions will be presented to you, little girl.
Stuf turns his head the other direction so that his right eye can squint down from his perch at the would-be volunteer. Snuf would like to know what the local laws are regarding children handling alcohol.
...Stuf continues to orate. My master does not have the lofty heritage of one worthy of membership in the Sovereign Court, but by way of his broad-ranging excursions and his service of several peoples of status from foreign lands, Adhura Snuf has earned high accolades from within The Exchange. I can only say that we aspire to exceed the expectations of both your fine breeding and establishment. Our delivery restriction, unfortunately still stands. Since Snuf cannot produce animus of two bodies simultaneously, and dropping possession of theProject before you could potentially damage the cargo within, we must make a request: Do you either have a little person in your employ or if you would be okay with it, may we enlist the assistance of a patron - one willing to help extract the precious cargo, as well as be willing and able to climb within theProject? We need not discriminate race, but small is crucial.
Payment for transport is not to be by you, Mr. Righty, but from he whom originally tasked us. And as for payment of the goods, Ralph has given lax in payment out three Oathdays to repay him the previously agreed-upon pricing. Its his way to make up for the loss of your business that transpired from the last theft. Stuf's accent is regal like that of a king's personal servant. Now if we could get the assistance of someone small in stature, we could begin unloading the goods. Is this the preferred location? Stuff then slithers out of the mouth and coils himself to the monstrosity's pauldron.
...the voice from within rings out from within. Oh no, not for us. Alcohol works for you. I represent Yeoman Ralph. After your last delivery of fine wines was heisted in transit, he decided to call upon a more secure service A pregnant pause arises. Us! My apologies, We are Snuf and Stuf of "Stuf and Snuf's Expeditious Courier Service" ... at your service.
At the sight of the advancing steel gauntlet, Stuff's eyes bulge slightly and he retreats deeper into the darker recesses of the helmet. I am darshaka Stuf and I speak for my adhura, Snuf Wheeler. I would very much like to learn about your happier times, but first we must address affairs of business.
...while the voice within continues to address him. And do you possibly know which one of them is staff? I do not mean to be rude, but without matching uniforms, everyone seems so different, they all look alike.
... the tongue-like appendage within speaks. Pardon the intrusion, but where might we find the proprietor? Knowledge (Planes) ≥ 12: Raktavarna |