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Well, that explains the title of the scenario. :)

“People aren’t property!” Iovo declares with conviction. “No one should be treated that way.”

Her moment of seriousness done, she then asks “Know any traveling songs?”

"Right on!"

Kitt (and his sisters) raise her hands for fist-bumps. "And do we know any traveling songs?? You know it! Ramblin' Man, On the Road Again, I've Been Everywhere, End of the Line, Send Me On My Way..." he continues, rattling off a number of songs, "we'll do any of them! Unless you've got a special request? I mean, looks like you might know a few yourself."

He nods at Iovo's holy symbol.

"Instrument? Oh, uh, not really. I guess I played the gong sometimes at the Irorium. Mostly because the mallet was so heavy, I think, but I guess that counts. Anyway, I'm happy to help you set up here. Are you Pathfinders as well?"

Kitt laughs loudly. "Oh man! Are we Pathfinders? Are we Pathfinders?? You better believe it! You heard about the Fiendflesh Siege of Absalom, right? All sorts of slaves were promised their freedom if they'd fight to defend the city," he explains. "That was us, you know. We were slaves but after the fighting was done they gave us our freedom and even greased the wheels a bit on getting all three of us accepted into the Pathfinder Society!"

Though Kitt - and his sisters - still look pretty terrible, they seem to be slowly regaining awareness of the world around them. Kitt in particular seems to be trying to sit up and look around, in spite of the care-giving priests' attempts to get him to lie there quietly and rest.

His eyes settle on Santiago, having heard his voice above the whispers and murmurs of the crowd. "H-hey, man...what happened? I feel like I went ten rounds with Jose Cuervo or something..." he groans. "Last thing I remember we were taking a break...wanted to try the applejack so we each ordered a bottle...and that little goblin fella brought it out to us..."

"That's right! You heard about the Fiendflesh Siege of Absalom, right? All sorts of slaves were promised their freedom if they'd fight to defend the city," Kitt chimes in. "That was us. We used to be slaves too but after the fighting was done they gave us our freedom and even greased the wheels a bit on getting all three of us accepted into the Pathfinder Society," he explains, proudly.

But then his smile fades and his expression grows serious.

"But not everyone was as lucky as us. Some of the slaves who were supposed to be set free got smuggled out of the city, like Kora said. And, like, it could've been us, man. So we owe it to them to try and find them and make sure they get the freedom they're owed."

Addressing a couple of smaller posts first before getting to Lucky's~

"So what's up with that sourpuss half-orc, Dulm? I got the impression he doesn't like you or your music."

"He doesn't?" Kitt repeats, looking genuinely surprised. "I mean, that's not, like, unusual, because everyone's got their critics. But I dunno man, this is our first time here and we've never spoken a word to that guy. Or at least I haven't. Have either of you?"

He looks to Kaba and Kora.

Wymarc smiles as he reaches out and shakes Kaba's hand and gives a friendly nod to Kitt as well. He then bows to all three, saying, "Wymarc, at your service..."

The Elf arches an eyebrow at Kora's remark and grins. "Being half-elf, I would've guessed this to be no secret to you...but perhaps Elves we're I'm from are different, and the ones near here are covered with hair from head to toe..." He turns to the dude on the bench, continuing, "...but let me ask the philosopher. Is hair just a construct as well? We all have hair...we all have no hair...am I getting it?"

"Dang, the last thing I thought we'd be doing when we signed up for this gig was having a philosophical discussion about hair!" Kitt laughs. "It's all good, though. Not really our normal routine - that's a whole different story and you'll all hear about it pretty soon - but good musicians have to be flexible, right? I know just the song for this!"

He glances at his sisters; Kaba grins back while Kora groans and rolls her eyes.

"Kitt, you seriously want to do that song tonight? Really?" Kora asks, half-exasperated and half-resigned.

"Yep," Kitt replies, his smile a mile wide. "I think we've got an audience here that'll appreciate it. And...now that I know how much you love that song I just have to sing it. What are big brothers for?"
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Santiago

"Say, friends, you need a man on keys for your session?" Santiago asks the half-elf performers. "I can dance, too, but I'd rather play in the band."

"Santiago del Fuego." Santiago offers his hand and greets the trio and the elf who slinks up beside them. "Didn't get your names..."

"Hey, friend! Always nice to meet a fellow musician," Kitt responds, giving Santiago's hand a hearty shake. "In case you didn't hear us the first time, it's Kitt, Kaba, and Kora, in no particular order. Sure you guessed it by now but we're a real-deal band. Me, I'm the singer."

The half-elf does a little shimmy.

~I love to sing-a
About the moon-a and the June-a and the spring-a~

He stops and grins. "Kaba plays the flute and Kora plays the lute. You said you play keys? I think we could probably swing that. Not easy to find a good talent on the keys. Maybe we can have a quick jam session once we finish getting the stage set up."

Wymarc and Joe Public

"That ain't it, sis. Well, maybe it is, kinda," Kitt replies as he sets down a small hammer and stands, stretching out the kinks in his back. "Elves might have better places to be now but they travel all over, right? Live for centuries and centuries. Plenty of time to 'see the sights' in the places they visit, ifyaknowwhatImean," he winks at Wymarc and Joe and anyone else observing the conversation.

"Then most of 'em just up and move on, right? But they leave a little somethin' behind for generations to come 'cause their kids and their grandkids and their grandkids' grandkids all grow up, grow old, and die in the same town or city or burg or whatever."

"Can you tell us more about Dorianna Ouidda? She sounds like a formidable foe. What do you know of her skills and the resources at her disposal?"

"While even I can't say for certain what manner of resources she might have in her lair, I can tell you that Ouidda is known to be a persuasive orator with a flair for illusions and enchantments," Torch answers. "Such tactics are often favored by those who are not physical powerhouses, I might add."

"An Aspis Gold Agent would be expected to have a significant number of agents at her beck and call. What do you know of Aspis Consortium organization and activities in and around Riddleport?"

Torch chuckles. "Good question. She would have had a significant number of Aspis agents at her disposal but we recently sent another team of agents undercover to infiltrate their recently-established base here in the city."

"Needless to say, that avenue is currently closed to her thanks to some well-managed mischief and sabotage."

"Infiltation and extraction will be challenging. I'll have to review my spells, and consider how best to prepare, if time permits?"

Here, Torch sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose. "While it would behoove us to move against Ouidda sooner rather than later...I realize that I am asking a great deal of you. Especially considering I am not able to provide you with a complete layout of her lair nor her defenses."

"Under these circumstances, I will allow you some time to prepare and consider your approach - but only a day and no more."
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Torch shakes his head at Jan. "We’re commissioning you because we’re confident you can perform this mission as directed. You must take Dorianna Ouidda alive - and that isn’t negotiable. We’re worried that spells to raise the dead or speak with the dead might fail, as they sometimes do."

"Otherwise it would be much simpler for you and I both to bring her in dead," he chuckles grimly. "And I assure you, in many cases I prefer the easier and simpler way when feasible."

"About the chambers underneath the Weaver's Parlor I regret to say that we know very little. They are her private sanctum and she only rarely transacts any business there with others," Torch continues. "We have heard they have a spider motif, and are very old, but we don’t have any information about their layout. That said, Ouidda is a clever and dangerous quarry - keep your wits about you for she is sure to have enacted a variety of security methods to stymie foes and alert her to danger."

When Meredith voices concerns about how...distinct...the group of you are, Torch gives a rather broad smile. "Friend Meredith, have you never been to a gambling hall? The clientele are often the most fascinating melange of individuals from all parts of the Inner Sea and beyond. Once you make your way inside I would be very surprised if your presence raises so much as an eyebrow."

"As for getting into and out of the Weaver's Parlor itself..." Torch shrugs. "I leave that to your own good judgement, though I would recommend that you not attempt to force your way in. Subtlety would be wise."
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