The door doesn't seem locked or trapped, though a fair amount of rust and grime on the hinges suggests that the door hasn't been opened in some time, and might require a bit of force to move.
"I don't see him," the large man says. "Don't suppose it's a good idea to just go asking after him, is it? You don't know any magic what makes people tell the truth or finds lost things, do you, Talashia?"
"No," Talashia replies shortly, a little nettled to be reminded of her own shortcomings. "Is this all there is? I thought there was supposed to be some kind of arena inside. I don't see one."
She turns to look back at the others.
"There must be more to it. A lower level perhaps. Come on."
With that, the sorceress starts off through the raucous place, seeking stairs that lead down...
The scout notices his fellow half-orc (though this ruffian has got to be more than half) follow Talashia with his eyes. You can't tell if it's because of the way she's frantically bouncing to and fro looking for what she's looking for, or if he has more lascivious thoughts on his mind. Whatever it is, she's definitely got his attention.
Uuark says to Rogash, "This door looks like it will be a challenge to open. I am not much good with applying brute force, but I will assist you, mighty Sir Dwarf."
Uuark says to Rogash, "This door looks like it will be a challenge to open. I am not much good with applying brute force, but I will assist you, mighty Sir Dwarf."
OOC: Might as well go ahead and roll your aid another check.
First taking a moment to scrape off the worst of the rust and grime, Rogash then gets a firm grip on the door and gives a mighty heave...Unfortunately, the grime proves quite slippery and the dwarf slips from the door and falls on his posterior. "Bloody city can't even maintain the sewers, its a wonder the walls aren't falling on us," he laments as he struggles to his feet.
While keeping himself abreast of both Talashia's movements, as well as the half(or more)-orc's attention on her, Buurt will make his way to Shaimon or Caerwyn, which ever is closer, and bring that point to the attention. However, if anyone attempts to make an aggressive and/or unwanted move on Talashia, Buurt will be there quite quickly.
"She's drawing attention like that," Buurt says to the first one of those two he finds. "Either he's hot in the britches for her or else she's as suspicious as she looks."
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Caerwyn leans to Buurt and says,"Yup, see it. I will keep an eye on her, and him." He says this softly, while trying to act nonchalant, he is right now looking for an empty seat to order a mug of ale.
"Um ... Talashia," the brutish druid says awkwardly as Buurt points out the attention. He lowers his voice to a whisper if she stops long enough to let him lean in. "I think it was maybe not the kind of arena everyone gets to know about? The kind that you aren't really supposed to have? And that maybe they don't want advertised? We might have to know someone to get in, or meet someone."
Talashia stands still as Shai whispers to her, then her face pinches into a thunderous combination of a scowl and a pout. A...pouwl.
"This is turning out to be a lot more trouble than I thought," she mutters angrily. "Maybe we should just blast our way through the floor."
She takes a deep breath and smooths her face and her cloak in quick succession. "All right then. Where did Caer...there he is." The sorceress walks briskly to her brother's side and sits down beside him.
"Any suggestions? You've dealt with people like...this before. How do we approach them?"
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"with a drink.", whispers Caerwyn," for example, that chaming fellow there," He indicates the halforc that can't keep his eyes off her, " has been following you with his eyes since we walked in here practcally. A lonely person like he might be inclined to give some information to you if you offer him a mug or two of ale or beer or rum, and a little fluttering of those eyelashes or a wink of an eye."
Talashia grimaces. "A half-orc?" she whispers. "Why couldn't it be..."
She lets that trail off, then squares her shoulders resolutely.
"Lets hope he likes some forwardness. With the others coming from below, we don't have a lot of time to mess around."
With that the sorceress stands up, turns pointedly away from Caerwyn as if refusing some advance, and turns around to look directly at the half-orc, quickly picking him from the crowd because of his attention on her. She pushes through the crowd without looking away from him, a determined, crooked half-smile on her face.
On reaching the orc she looks up at him with that challenging smile, despite his towering height and weight advantage, and says, "Aren't you going to buy me a drink?"
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Shai finds himself baffled by the antics of the siblings, but rather than risk Talashia's ire by questioning her, he keeps his mouth shut, his eyes open, and tries his level best not to look as dumbfounded as he feels.
Getting up, still grumbling, Rogash uses a hem of his cloak to remove anything slippery and takes a new grip before having another go at opening the door.
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