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Gold Goblin; now including Angvar, Mordecai, Dank, Ozbadin

Footsteps are heard overhead as someone comes down the stairs, whistling. Opening the door into the kitchen is Saul, looking bright-eyed and rosy-faced.

"Good evenin' boss!" Larur says, heading over to great his employer. He leans over, and spends a moment or two whispering in Saul's ear, gesturing at Dank, the others, and at the entrance to the gambling hall.

The Gold Goblin

Larur catches the Kellid’s unfamiliarity with the language, and corrects him. “You’re not going to take our food, we’re giving it to you. Like a gift, as our way of saying ‘thanks’ to ya. We’re not really open for business, but you’re welcome to come in anyway. We’ll fix you up something nice. We were all about to sit down for a drink when you showed up anyway. What an axe you’ve got there!”

Larur’s friendly and gentle tone switches harshly as he addresses Mel. “Boy, you and I are gonna need to have a serious talk. Get upstairs and meet me outside Saul’s office. And send Hans down to clean up that mess out front.”

“Now, where were we? Ah yes, beer! I’ll grab us some full mugs, introduce yourself already. Where are ya from?”
Larur busies himself in the background of the kitchen, only half-listening, while he leaves you to chat. After a few moments he somewhat sloppily places your drinks in front of you, and then heads upstairs after Mel.

The Gold Goblin

"Did you see that? Yeah, of course you did. Look at the size of that guy. Now, I didn't see you cast no magics, but I heard you, Mordecai. And you sounded commanding enough. Did you make him do that? How can you control people like that? Is this part of what you were going on about sex and stuff, like making people obey you?"

Larur is obviously confused, and is taking your commanding of the situation as a kind of control over this brute of a man.

Mordecai
"Haw haw haw", Larur laughs, patting you solidly on the back. "Well I'll thank ya for your time and instruction, but I'm not so sure I got what it takes for that sorta thing. Listen, I got a bunch of things to sort out before we open up, the least of which is re-stocking the Red Room bar. Do ya think you could help me move a few things around? Maybe a little clumsily? Would be a shame for a bottle or two o' wine to break and spill on the way down, wouldn't it?" Larur playfully winks and points first to his, and then your stomach, but stops suddenly;
"Didja hear that? Sounds like a commotion outside. What in the hells?" Larur heads off toward the window to take a look. "Looks like some fight is clearing up. S'hard to tell from here who's winning, but there is one mean-looking son of a b*tch with an axe out there. This could get messy."

You would also be close enough to hear the exchange between Angvar and Marzielle, if you so wanted to eavesdrop.

Mordecai; Back at the Gold Goblin, most of the new recruits are hard at work fixing things up, taking down the last of the decorations from the previous event, and just generally slacking off. Though you haven't been formally introduced to the masses, it doesn't appear to be necessary. They still straighten up, get back to work, and nod respectfully when you return.

Larur is there as well, and approaches you when Angvar is out of sight. "Boy, you've really done a number on that one. Look how he walks behind you, so careful not to make a sound. You've obviously got a way with people. Aren't you worried that he'll try and strike you down if he ever gets the chance? You got some magic in ya, right? Is that what you're using to keep him loyal? I could certainly use a trick or two like that, given my position. Any chance you could teach me?" Larur's tone is playful, but ignorantly sincere.

The Gold Goblin;

Larur shakes his head. "That one's got some fire in her for sure. And I'm not just talking about her hair. I can already tell that's she'll do well. If she can work the customers like she works you..." Larur chuckles and offers his drink up for a toast.

"As for other new-hires, it's coming slow but steady. Most of the muscle was easy enough to hire. Plenty o' people looking for that kind of work. Those positions were mostly filled. Most of 'em have already gone out somewhere for a drink tonight. I don't expect 'em back until later. If you all hear a ruckus later upstairs, you'll know they be headin' to bed. Hopefully tomorrow the dealers'll be hired, and the cooks too. Not much else after that, save a few more people to work the floor. Word travels fast in this city, and I'm sure people are talkin' about it all over. We'll have more than enough applicants tomorra', and it's just a matter of trainin' em all. We've gotta find the right people, too. We can't just let anyone handle the money or the customers."

The Gold Goblin;

"Hey you hear that? He musta' hired both of them. Torag knows we need more workers. Let's just hope they can cut it? Wanna meet them?"

Before you can answer either way, Larur is busily (and drunkenly) waving them over.

"Hey girls, come meet some of your new bosses. I'm Larur, the general manager here. This is Beyar, that's Lief, and that's uh..."

Ozbadin and Bexilarius @ The Gold Goblin;

You arrive back at the Gold Goblin near dark, and the place is pretty quiet. Larur, the dwarven general manager, and one of Saul's personal guards, Beyar, are lounging by the bar near the stairs. Both are chatting wildly and laughing, and have tankards in their hands.

When they spot you, they wave you over and invite you to have a drink with them.

"I figure we might not be open for a few more days an' I'd hate to let this cask o' ale get stale. We opened it last night but never finished it. And seein' as we don't have a bartender yet, we just helped ourselves. Lief, was it? And Bexi-something. Sorry, I'm not so good with names, an' I expect I'll be learnin' a whole bunch more over the next few days. We've had a surprisin' number of applicants today."

"Come on then, let's see how well you did. It's not 10,000 silver, I'm sure, but it'll be better than any of those other sorry lot."

So, how many chips do you have? Remember that if you got any badges, they count as what you traded them in for. Assuming the 4 of you split the thug's chips evenly, that's an extra 8 gold teeth each.

As Larur walks upstairs with Mordecai, he shakes his head. "Hard to say. While not specifically against any rules that I know of, you'll have to take care of a few things. First, you'll have to prevent the slime from cutting your throat in your sleep. Second, once Saul gets what he needs to know out of the cretin, you'll need to convince him why he shouldn't kill him on the spot. You'll have to make a damn good excuse, as far as I can tell."

Larur runs over to Saul and is seen whispering into his ear. Larur points, in turn, to Gierixa, Ozbadin, Dergo, and Bexilarius. He pauses the longest at Bexilarius, emphatically pointing at his clenched fist.

Larur Feldin, the floor manager of the Gold Goblin, regains his sight and goes running to the back room.

"Saul! Saul! Saul, get out of that damn vault. They're trying to steal the chest."

"Guards!", he yells at the ceiling, "get down from there and help us out!"

Gierixa