Ogiva the Nightbinder wrote:
The Grey Mouser grins and withdraws the coin
"Well said! I myself am an avid procurator of knowledge, information, gossip, lies, innuendo and fabrications of all stripes. I can tell you about a shocking story I heard from Lady Belthames' body servant that she let slip while drunk at the Pumpkin Festival. It seems this servant had been called upon to procure the services of a mute barber and .."
The Grey Mouser launches into a highly-embellished story about Lady Belthames, her servant, a mute barber, several drunken priests of Bacchus, an androgynous flautist.
The diminutive swarthy cloaked man leans into Ogiva. A gold coin of respectable size appears upon the bar between them
"Aye good sirrah, we seek information pertaining to our client's shop and an attack he suffered recently by one of those dark-skinned elves known as 'drow'. Specifically, what the merchant Muulsh's shop held that the drow wanted, what the shop had been in the past, and the identity and whereabouts of said attacker now."
The Grey Mouser looks down.
"It seems someone has left you a tip, sirrah."
He slides the gold piece over
"I'm sure many like it can be had for the right information."
A grey-clad figure enters the Crimson Crime Clubhouse. He descends the stairs to the the heavily-warded loot sanctum in the cellar. He closes and locks the bank-vault like door and places his prize in a velvet-lined box on a table in the center of the room. Piles of gold and jewels from previous heists glisten around him.
Just lying on the ground! By Mog and Kos I shall get a pile of Rilks for this beauty! But careful, oh so careful, things such as this can bite of handled incorrectly. Lucky we have this high-security warded vault for just such a heist!
The cleaver buzzes in its new cushioned home
The Mouser looks affronted
Well, I had spied a talking frog, and naturally with my innate showmanship I had thought I could parley him into a travelling exhibition. Maybe make the long trip to Cold Corner and impress the rubes...errr..noble barbarians with this wonder. Alas, that frog had some large irritable, rich, wand-weilding friends.
And for the record. I am not 'Lawful' in anything I do, thank you.
Claps his hands togeter
A marvelous exposition CJ. I am reminded of a rhyme one of my admirers once circulated throughout Lankhmar City about me:
The city lifts black roof-shields to the stars
Yet 'mongst the gargoyles on the slated roofs
I always liked that one.
Hands CJ a brimming bag of gold
Here's the cut from earlier.
The Mouser, sensing that luck and numbers are not on his side, smiles and bows
Indeed I did not realize that this erudite amphibian had so many burly friends. Please, take him with my compliments. CJ, if you would?
Gestures to Crimson Jester.
No one read the spoiler below:
Anyone reading this has had their pockets picked and didn't notice until much later :P
Enters the clubhouse carrying a box. Muffled sounds emerge from it
Greeting fellow rogues! I have returned after an extended tour of Hoborixen and Quarmaal! I hope you all have been well?
Places the box on a handy table and strips the cardboard away revealing a birdcage containing a coughing frog
I bring a wonder with me as a new mascot for our clubhouse! A talking frog!
The Mouser brushes himself off as best as he can and drinks a bit of brandy fron the flask on the table before him.
"Well it has been entertaining friends, but I think I will try the fabled city of Horborixen next. The loot and entertainment here seems a bit dry."
The Grey mouser departs the Crimson Crime headquarters with a flourish of his ratskin cape.
Tosses handfull of gold coins at the Masked Rogue
"Fetch us some dancing girls from the Entertainer's Guild masked one!"
Tosses a handfull of gold at Admiral Ackbar
"You there! Yes you with the wall eye! Be a sport and fetch a cask of fire brandy from the local public house!"
Flips a Rilk at the Thread Vampie
"You just find something useful to do."
Perhaps one of my wizardry scrolls will rid us of this pestiferous pontificating piston packer.
Searches through several crumbly parchment papers.
By rune of dread and sigil dire
A puff of blue smoke surrounds the Mouser. A faint coughing can be heard.