Victor Walks out towards the tail end of the group, scowling slightly.
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"Fabulous, now where would we go to ask for information from the constabulary?" Victor said.
"Oh my, I appear to have gotten ahead of myself. Terribly sorry"
Victor rubs his non-existent beard"Oh my, I may have been wrong before; this wasn't a rush job at all." Victor turns to the dwarven gentleman "Pray tell, good sir what was there to know about the victim? I gathered that he has a reputation for finding himself in unfortunate circumstances. But that was all I could gather before his untimely demise."
I hope to leave for the Numeria border in about a fortnight.
Victor gallant, gentlemen adventurer; just passing though.
"Ah, finally an authority figure" victor says standing up and sheathing his rapier. "Victor gallant" he says, pulling his right leg back as he bows. "Now as to what happened here, those men"he says, gesturing to the assassins "attacked and killed that man" he says, gesturing to the man in the tricorn. "Some of the other patrons and I moved to apprehend the rouges. However, there was some sort of electrical discharge which appears to have terminally incapacitated the scoundrels."he said, as he presents the burns on his left hand. "Now, adept, physician, or stiff drink; any one of these things will do." he says, turning to the rest of the room.
The lightning makes a picturesque parabolic arc as it strikes the tip of victor's rapier, sending electricity coursing up his arm."I don't suppose you could call an adept?" he says, between bouts of coughing. Mentally however a very different train of thought was taking place. "Taking out assassins after the hit? Someone from out of town was in a hurry to shut this individual up." HP 1/12.
"I suppose I could do with some some after dinner exercise." "Cease and desist at once, you miscreants!" Victor says, drawing his rapier, wine glass in hand.
"Hmm, most of the patrons know to stay away from the middle table, I need more information" Prying his ears away from the interesting conversation going on to his right and his own internal monologue, victor whispers discreetly to the bartender "I say, is their anything I should know about the bearded main siting at the table in the middle of this establishment?"
A man with a rapier at his side and a faint air of foppishness about himself seats himself at the bar and places a gold coin on the table "Greetings, good sir, I shall have a glass of your finest wine and some beef stew with a loaf of bread." |