"Which elf are you looking for? We have two of them in our party. Gonna need you to be a bit more specific and you can't just demand our companion for no reason. A bit rude to kidnap innocent people in front of security." Yob will casually walk up to whichever one spoke and try to stealthily pull out his tactical baton as he's walking. (Can I sleight of hand to not be noticed pulling out my baton?)
Yob starts to huff and puff and empties his pockets on to the counter and starts to remove his armor in the hopes that he distracts the guards and the halfling by causing a large enough scene that the others can just walk in. "My cred sticks should be in here somewhere, kind of rude of you to make a VIP Blind patron prove his status when he's hungry"
Yob makes his way to one of the casino security guard and hands him a plate of food from downstairs"The swill they serve downstairs is barely edible, sir show me to the VIP buffet before I condemn this place in the yearly Vlaka Diner's Guide. I'll put in a good word about the security guard that showed a blind man to the best buffet casinos this side of the Galaxy have to offer"
Yob offers to share the sedative he acquired with the bartenders at the other establishments once the dwarf is in custody. It works surprisingly well and even Yob is surprised at how charismatic he can be and annoyed when the bartenders try to pet him. He'll gather the rest of the party and check to see when the next shuttle bus is.
Yob Takes a few minutes to ponder the situation in deep thought, which basically looks like he's drooling while day dreaming."Clearly this case is rudimentary given the situation. I suspect the dwarf is still in this very room. Trazhi are there any dwarves in the room? He couldn't have gotten very far!"
A slightly overweight blind Vlaka walks into the bar but deftly makes his way to a stool. As he's waiting for a drink he runs his hands over a bandoleer of Shurikens and you notice they start to emit a shadowy haze whenever he touches one. Noticing he's being watched Yob walks over to the drow, sniffs his gun and nods approvingly. "Yobs the name and pretty gun but I prefer a much more intimate weapon." |
