Post by ProfGremlin on Apr 5, 2014 21:41:05 GMT -5
Common Room, Dragon's Eye Inn
Flick follows the conversation back and forth from Marish to his companions. A thought slowly coalesces in the little wizard's mind. Is this all because I came to Kendor...? The faerie shakes the thought from his mind. No... Marish mentioned a rival guild... Rivals mean cross-purposes... We just happened to trip over their games...
Flick looks at Marish, "Thank you for your concern, sir," He offers a slight bow, "I endeavor to keep a low profile though it is difficult to avoid causing a stir when the mere sight of one excites folk. What Banoc says is true, they protected my companion and I from what I am sure would have been a rather uncomfortable plucking by a group of rag-a-muffin miscreants." Flick sighs slightly, "Unless I miss my guess, we've drawn their attention haven't we? Both through the initial altercation as well as the harrowing," here he shudders, "meeting with those running from the smoke-and-shadow kin." Flick looks Marish in the eye and asks plainly, "What do you know of this torc, sir? I would swear I heard rustling wings from it while I slept last night. This concerns me. If we are to put ourselves in harms way to recover the artifact I believe it fair to ask after the details of such a device before we unwittingly place more souls in harms way."
"The torc has been described as 'a gateway'," says Marish; "And, as far as we have been given to understand, one that should remain closed."
"Beyond that, we know little. Coin passed hands. Part of the cost was discretion."
"Wings?" he continues, a perplexed frown drawing across his features; "As far as we know, nothing should be able to come through so long as the d**n thing stays broken, which it seemingly has. Did anything else occur when you - er - took possession - that was... odd?"
... knows little more, beyond the fact that the Cockrel is a tavern of somewhat-dubious repute on Shadow Lane to the South-East, close by the sea wall. It is said to be a den of thieves and a good place to fence stolen goods. But truth to tell, that's said about a lot of the drinking holes in this town. Including the one he's currently sitting in, in fact...
Last Edit: Apr 11, 2014 14:12:44 GMT -5 by doctorx
"In short, you're new in town, you're little known, you're un-aligned and you're in need of coin," he continues to one and all; "Just the sort of people who wouldn't look out of place where I'm planning to send you, if you're willing."
"How much coin?" he adds, looking at Tumnac now; "That depends on results, doesn't it?"
"Little known? That's a matter of debate these days in my opinion. But, I am willing if the pay is right. Who couldn't use a bit more coin? Kendor is a pricey place. If we can put one over on the good Captain, all the better."
"Now we just need a way out of here and to this Black Cockrel. Is there someone we should be looking for there?"