Against the Slavers A1: Slave Pits of the Undercity

[Halivar]

Capt. Jack:

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As a slave-ship captain, you mostly never dealt with the actual purchase (merchants who hire you normally do this). But you do remember one merchant mentioning that he arranged his purchases by secret meeting at the Salty Wench, one of the more reputable inns in this very disreputable town. If you want, you can lead your friends there. It's steep, though: a gold a night per person.

Marcon, Thellys, Tarasin:

Spoiler

Capt. Jack knows more than he is letting on. Does he have something to hide?

 

[ferretguy]

I would figure for myself, the persona of one who is running from the law would fit in quite well here. And while I agree that it would be safer to stay on board ship for the night, that would also show a sign of weakness to this city, I say we go and find and inn and start fresh in the morning seeking out this black market. Tarasin sits back and sips at his drink.

 

[rangerjohn]

Thellys thinks, "well obviously, I am a mage. Perhaps I need some disposable bodies for my arcane experiments?" he says with a frown.

 

[rangerjohn]

Halivar OOC: What is the report from Socrates?

 

[Bob Aberton]

"If we're stayin' ashore, then, might I suggest the Salty Wench? It's probably one of the most reputable inns you'll find around here - not that that's sayin' much, of course. I have heard that certain shady deals, deals perhaps involving live cargo, if y' catch my drift, to be carried on there. It's steep, though, a gold piece a night - an' you've got bring your own concealed weapons."

Captain Jack's steward refills his glass, and he raises it in toast.

"Gentlemen, to the slavers - long may they rot in Hell!"

 

[Tonguez]

"Salty wench" Orbril salivates at the erotic potential of such an establishment but then is quick to control his urges and remember their common mission
"well inns are sommit I can relate to" he continues "an' a golds a fair investment for the sake of me Gran.

As for concealing me weapons - not a problem" he says as he checks the darts up his sleeve, the knife in his boot and the tanglefootbags and flasks inside his coat.

 

[rangerjohn]

Thellys returns "concealed weapons? Nothing up my sleeves!"

 

[Ankh-Morpork Guard]

Feinar sits quiet a moment, then looks to the greatsword and the longbow on his back. He pauses, then looks back to the rest of the group and holds a wry grin, "Something tells me concealing these would be a problem..."

 

[ferretguy]

No problem here...but perhaps you could be the captains bodyguard?

 

[Halivar]

Capt. Jack:

Spoiler

Everybody carries a weapon here in Highport.

Thellys:

Spoiler

Socrates sees that the group is still on the dock, but one goblin has left the rest of the group, to head into town. Perhaps the slavers will be waiting for you at the Salty Wench?

Anytime you guys want to head to town, just let me know.