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Although he initially couldn’t see them he certainly heard them when they started up with their songs. Faolan grimaces, he should have known the chaos was the fault of Goblins. Worst of all was that he had not prepared any combative spells this morning, he had expected the festival to be a safe place. When he was traveling he often made sure to study something simple in case he got into trouble with wild animals or the like. But he was currently without a weapon. As one of the Goblins came running at him to attack he barely managed to shift out of the way in time. After dodging he moved himself back another five feet to open up some space between him and the Goblin and then called upon an invocation he did prepare just in case it became necessary, “زيت”

As he called out the incantation he reached into his component pouch and threw out a small bit of congealed fat. As the spell took hold the mass expanded and quickly covered up a ten foot square, coating the Goblin thoroughly and making it so that he would have to wade through it to get to either Faolan or the man who had just attacked one of the Goblins. It would offer them a little time if nothing else.

Move: Five-foot step back.
Cast Grease [Standard]: DC 15 Reflex or the Goblin falls prone. Can move at half speed through the Grease with a DC 10 Acrobatics. Failing forces another Reflex save or you fall, failing by 5 or more means you automatically fall.

Map Section: Here

The first man to enter the room was young, moderately attractive though not enough to really stand out too noticeably. While he wore a charming smile as he approached his clean shaven face was actually quite plain. His nose was perhaps a shade more angular than normal and his short blonde hair was quite lightly colored but other than that there wasn’t much remarkable about him. Which was intentional on his part. Silas’ job was to not stand out when he didn’t want to, to emphasize the feature that helped him blend into the background as much as possible. That was why when he came in he could almost have been mistaken for one of the servants, he wasn’t dressed in especially luxurious clothing. Instead he was wearing well made but simple attire, not so very different from the servant’s livery. Tiadora had sniffed at him over it when he had requested it but he had found the clothes waiting for him this morning before he was called to the meeting. He sat down and nodded at anyone who glanced his way, almost disturbingly chipper and friendly seeming. That was a facade of course, honest emotion didn’t come as easily to him as most people. He found that it was easier to constantly hide behind the false face than risk letting it drop at an inopportune time though. Getting comfortable he sits back in his seat and rests his hand on his forearm, where he could easily pull out the kukri he had hidden up his sleeve. Not that he imagined he would be needing it right now, but feeling it there comforted him. And truth be told a little comfort right now was welcome. He had been brought here on very little information with the promise that his faith in Asmodeus had marked his as worthy of a great opportunity. He hid his curiosity as best he could but he was just as eager to hear what this Cardinal Thorn had to say as the newest arrivals were.

It didn’t take long before he found himself nodding along to what the Cardinal was saying. He had never heard of Adrastus Thorn but that wasn’t especially surprising. The Apostles of Asmodeus had been a small group that separated itself from most of society for secrecies stake. At the time of their activity though he had never imagined that there might be others who were faithful to the God-Fiend hidden elsewhere in Talingarde. When the Cardinal showed them the brand on his arm it was clear that he had not escaped the judgement of the holier-than-thou Mitran scum who had killed the Apostles. When Carys began her short lived tirade Silas felt himself reaching for the hilt of his kukri. But before he could even think of drawing it Tiadora stepped in and made short work of the young woman. Although the demonstration was clearly meant to cow any dissent, it was also so carefully executed that Silas felt himself genuinely smiling. The quick puncture of the jugular in multiple locations and it was done. As a professional Silas was in awe of the precision and speed that Tiadora had dispatched her. Still, it did send a very clear message. Thankfully it wasn’t one that Silas had trouble accepting. The strong should govern the weak, a lesser should acknowledge their better. Right now he was staring at his betters and he could appreciate that fact.

“Pleasure to meet you Triss,” Silas says nodding her way with a brilliantly put on smile. He then faces Thorn and puts a hand on his chest, “I see now why I was brought here. My mission as an Apostle of Asmodeus was an abject failure, it fell apart before it could get off the ground. I was to be the one to drive a blade into the heart of this arrogant kingdom but I nearly lost my life before accomplishing my purpose. If you would empower me to accomplish that goal then I would be in your debt. The Lord of the Pit has use for me yet it seems.”

“Nice to meet you all by the way, Silas. I suppose I'll be working with any of you that posses more survival instincts than that one,” Silas says turning and looking at the rest of the group, casually kicking the corpse on the ground to make his point. Despite the rough disregard for the departed he smiles warmly and waves as if at a dinner party, rather than a mansion in the woods plotting the downfall of a nation.

Bluff: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20 to seem happy/friendly.

Emilien kept the falsely large smile on his face as he sidled up and leaned against the bar near where Thisbe was sitting. His eyes darted quickly around, assessing how much her mere presence disturbed his business. People who lived in this area knew about the Vice of course. But it was one of those things that they prefer to keep to the backs of their mind. When someone like Thisbe and her enforcers rolled up on one of their businesses it was impossible not to notice them. He managed barely to keep the smile on his face as he saw two customers hustle out with backwards glances towards Thisbe. When she extended her hand he took it, bowed over it and kissed the back of her hand rather theatrically. While he did it he triggered the memory of his meeting at the Old Taldor Paper Company, sharing the moment when Armando told him that two of the stocks he was buying were the same used by the government. He then mentally pushed the memory towards Thisbe. Everyone recieved memories differently but if she trusted him enough to allow it she would be able to remember the memory as one of her own. Trading information was so much easier when he could reach into the minds of the willing and simply extract the memory himself. It was also easier to pass on memories to those purchasing them. He gave her a moment to process the memory before grabbing her coffee cup and handing it over to one of the lackeys.

“You are right of course Madame Cormorant, any nerves on Giles’ part are no doubt due to the fact that I keep him working till the wee hours of the morning far too often. I fear I would find him asleep over my books if I didn’t keep him properly stimulated,” he said as he reached across and took the coffee cup from in front of her. He handed it back to the young man tending the bar. Then he spoke up rather loudly, calling to his manager, “Phillippe I think perhaps Madame Cormorant and I will retire to my office to speak a little in private. Would you be so good as to prepare some herbal tea mixes. Don't worry about the premade mixes, just bring the leaves. I believe you prefer to mix your own isn’t that right Madame?”

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