Triss keeps juggling her balls of fire, but watches the sailors while slowly moving towards them.
Audric approaches the sailors. "Gentlemen! If you would kindly follow me, we can discuss the matter of getting you your rightful reward in private."
"Arrrright!" one of them slurs. "Com'on, guys. The half-breed here says he'll pay ush." He jabs a thumb in Audric's direction.
Another of the sailors lets out a braying laugh and shouts, "I hear those 'halfies' come out with nothing butweeen their legs! 's that true, halfie? you a yooonick?" All the sailors laugh at this.
Triss:
"Gentlemen, if you would follow me."
Audric then moves to the back room, looking at Shaeryyen and up at Lyan, hoping for them to also follow.
Lyan moves rapidly toward the steps, taking his cue from Audric.
Shae casually moves along, not acting as if she is following, though she does plan to end up in - or near if the door is left open - the office.
"Gentlemen, what seems to be the problem?"
<Amano places his hand on the hilt of his scimitar; he bares his fangs>
DM
The sailors started to follow Audric across the gambling hall floor but quickly became distracted by their witty comments regarding Audric's parentage. Clearly, their sobriety (or lack thereof) has dampened their concentration level.
When Amano joins the group, they start laughing and making little "horns" with their fingers. "Oooh, lookie. One'a the imps got outta its cage!" At this point, although they are armed with clubs hanging on their belts, they are mostly just making a scene and distracting the other patrons.
One of the sailors shouts, "I still ain't got my money!"
Lyan: You begin the quick dash down the steps. I'll let you know when you're there.
Triss:
Triss doesn't really have anything to add to the conversation, so she simply follows the group across the floor while watching them.
DM
Amano flashes his best glare at the obvious ring leader.
"No money, no drink."
"Refuse to pay and we take what is owed in pain and blood."
The sailors appear cowed for a moment, taken aback by Amano's fierce demeanor, and pause in their slow movement as they follow Audric.
After a second, one of them, a Varisian they keep calling 'Dorin,' makes a farting sound with his tongue. "You're the guys who owes *us* money, horn-head!" The others laugh and resume their noise.
"Gentlemen, if you intend to get your money, will you follow me into the back."
While he intended to sound welcoming, his dislike for the sailors cut into his tone.
Alright, last bump before I declare this game dead.