*Aekir, the tea drinker seems to be lost in contemplation at first glance, though you know better. His eyes keep a watch on all in the room, though he doesn't rise from his seat for several hours. After a bit a wench leans over him and seems to flirt with him. But after she leaves he goes to Wode's court. The halfling speaks to him for several minutes, then he leaves again.*
*Several wenches go in and out of the "court," though a few linger for a moment or two longer than the others. Probably spy-whores or assassin-whores. Selling information is a good second profession for a clever prostitute, as pillow talk can be remarkably informative. A few men of various builds, most of them terribly unremarkable, which would be typical for most good assassins, also pay homage.*
*Able, after several hours of drinking and watching, a wench comes over with Wode's expected summons. You're admitted into the inner court with little fuss, and Wode's gray eyes look you up and down as it bades you to sit on the cushioned bench across from it. There's two halfling women dressed as prostitutes at its left side, a buxom human woman on its right, and what looks like a human lad, seemingly all of four years old, curled up on its lap, along with the usual pair of stern-faced hulking half-orc brutes just outside the curtains. All, you would expect, have more than a passing experience with weapons.*
"Mokath needs a new boss for his factory. His current one bores him, and doesn't make enough profit. The profit is being eaten up by this boss' greed and vices. That distresses Mokath. Mokath would like to make sure that his will never happen again. The boss' name is Sefor. Human, average height and weight, brown hair, but wears it long, to his feet, and braided. He likes to hunt stags in the Northwood, outside Andeluvay. The Butterfly was given to understand that there was to be a terrible hunting accident the next time Sefor hunts. The purse from such an accident is heavy, quarter now, rest after death is confirmed. Mokath wants one braid, cut where it won't show, as proof. Does that suit?" Wode says in its usual toneless, colorless way.
*Aekir, after the crowd has died down, you make your way to Wode's court. Its women (and men) are there, as usual, and Wode regards you with a bleak gaze.*
"We have no shortage of jobs for you. There's a good purse for the silence of a loose-tongued woman. Uppity merchant's wife, but hardly out of common stock. She listens and gossips with reckless abandon, and her husband uses her flapping jaw to spread lies about his rivals and increase his own wealth to irsome ends. One of the rivals desires a message to be sent to the merchant through the agent of his wife's tongue. Remove the offending object from Irene Kissaken's mouth and make certain it is delivered to the wool merchant Thom Kissaken of Carder's Square by breakfast three days hence. Whether the woman lives or dies is of no concern to the client, but the Butterfly wishes her dead to avoid complication. The purse weighs in at two thousand crowns, half now, half later. Questions?"
*Ralam, after dusk you finally spot the portly Hasord. He's talking to a handsome and sturdily-built man dressed in fine clothes, laughing and talking as if they're discussing the weather, or a show at the theater. Of course, they could just as easily be talking about killing the man next door; such is the way with Hasord.*
*Loviana, Predel suggest a stroll along the Masquer's Parade, a place where there are a great many theaters, a few of which are open air. There are a few musicians on street corners, some of which Predel throws some copper and silver into their hats. An acrobat troupe performs in one of the free, open-air theaters, and he draws you down to take a seat. He laughs and claps delightedly at them, trying to draw you into his boyish enthusiasm.*
[OOC: Loviana would know that Brightfire is one of the relatively rare radience genasi, one born in the plane of the most beautiful colors of the multiverse. She's known to have an incredible voice, a talented hand at the lute, and the ability to cause solid colors from her singing to linger in the air for days or even weeks after she's left. While she goes by the title of "Rainbow's Delight," she has another title of "Rainbow's Lover." She distributes her charms far and wide in an attempt to "bring beauty into other's lives." She's known to be absolutely gorgeous, with cerulean blue skin, dark pink hair, and green and gold eyes. However, it's said (in half-jest) that her end will come at the hands of a hundred jealous wives and sweethearts of her former lovers.]
*Roach, Jak is where you found him, though apparently he regain consciousness long enough to pull his rags over his ruined face before fainting again. The boy is entirely senseless now, and no one around here will interfere with you taking the boy elsewhere.*
*Torr, Hasord rubs his hands together and smiles and laughs heartily as if you had just said a joke. Leaning forward, as if speaking confidentially, he smiles as he tells you the details required for a murder. Coaxed in doublespeak, but in the phrases you know, he says that there's a city guardsman that's a bit too keen on the trail of one of the Butterfly's crimes. To distract the guardsman, the Butterfly requires the death of his father, a captain of the guard. A difficult target, to be certain, but there will be help. Torr's skills are necessary to take out the guards on the captain's door in order to clear the way for the assassin to take out the captain. Two alert, strapping guardsmen and a captain killed by an assassin's blade is one thing, and implies a serious threat. Two alert, strapping guardsmen killed savagely while the captain is killed neatly is a strange mystery as well as a tragedy that should distract the guardsman for months, in addition to throwing that entire sector of the city watch into disarray.*