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<blockquote data-quote="Aristoi" data-source="post: 2675091" data-attributes="member: 32975"><p>Another hour and some dickering saw him happily ensconced into a private room with a lock, a clean bed and a lock. The window was wide, on the third story and let in a fresh breeze from an enclosed garden below. He had had a bath and changed into clean clothes, though more appropriate to this city. </p><p></p><p>A meal and some wine had relaxed him a bit, though he found he had little head for the drink and was surrounded by drunken women who found him both attractive and entertaining. Which mean the heard a great deal of gossip, of which only some was true and some could be true; he had to weigh it against what he already knew. </p><p></p><p>The evening had ended late, his perceptions whirling a bit as he swayed up the stairs to his room, not all of his drunken swagger completely a ruse. He had heard that there were Thayans in the area and that there had been some sort of breakout of a prison to the north. The wizard’s minions were already out looking for those who had escaped. </p><p></p><p>He felt sure that everyone could hear the panicked fluttering of his heart. </p><p></p><p>Returning to his room he leaned against the now-locked door and considered options. Surely he could fly out but there were many archers and he felt sure that they would see him and shoot him down. He could try to sneak to and over the wall but again, the nature of the guards was daunting and he did not feel he was much accomplished at sneaking. He thought and thought and finally, nodding off while staring at the lamp, he decided to see if he could buy passage for himself on a barge. If he could get down the river he could easily escape and get back to the others to warn them. </p><p></p><p>Yes, that was the best idea. </p><p></p><p>He awoke shortly after dawn to a knocking on the door and moving to answer, he called out who it was?</p><p></p><p>“Squirrel sir,” came the familiar voice, “you asked me to come by this morning to see if there was anything else you needed.” </p><p></p><p>“Oh,” he mumbled and opened the door, letting the scruffy beggar in. He turned and shuffled back to the bed, head pounding and mouth tasting like he’d licked a dirty stable. </p><p></p><p>“You were drinking cheap wine last night weren’t you?” </p><p></p><p>“I don’t know,” S’lann leaned over into his hands, trying not to heave. What little light came through the grille was too bright by far. “It was black.” </p><p></p><p>“Yep,” Squirrel replied too loudly and too cheerfully, “that’d be Pharoah’s Blood. Nasty stuff.”</p><p></p><p>“I believe I agree,” he replied miserably. “What can I do to get over this?” </p><p></p><p>“There’s a mix that apothecary’s sell that’ll take away the pain and clear the head,” Squirrel replied dubiously. “It’s said to work powerful-quick but it costs a few coppers and it’s served in wine, itself.” </p><p></p><p>“Ugh,” he croaked and managed to get to the chamber pot before he lost it. </p><p></p><p>Some time later, feeling a little less-horrid, he was washed and dressed. “I need to speak with someone about quiet passage on a barge out of town,” he told Squirrel. </p><p></p><p>“I think Maiven is good with that too,” the munchkin replied thoughtfully. At S’lann’s skeptical look he added, “She diversifies. More money in several businesses.” </p><p></p><p>“I guess that makes sense,” he replied. “Lead on then.” </p><p></p><p>“Ten percent again?”</p><p></p><p>“Of course.” </p><p></p><p>An hour of walking later with a dry roll and water in him to quell his nausea, S’lann felt better if a little muzzy. He and Squirrel entered the alley and stepped into Maiven’s shop, greeting her with a wave. </p><p></p><p>S’lann heard someone stepping into the shop behind him and made to turn and look, a polite excuse on his lips when something heavy smashed into the back of his head. As he went down he thought he heard Squirrel shout something before darkness claimed him.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Aristoi, post: 2675091, member: 32975"] Another hour and some dickering saw him happily ensconced into a private room with a lock, a clean bed and a lock. The window was wide, on the third story and let in a fresh breeze from an enclosed garden below. He had had a bath and changed into clean clothes, though more appropriate to this city. A meal and some wine had relaxed him a bit, though he found he had little head for the drink and was surrounded by drunken women who found him both attractive and entertaining. Which mean the heard a great deal of gossip, of which only some was true and some could be true; he had to weigh it against what he already knew. The evening had ended late, his perceptions whirling a bit as he swayed up the stairs to his room, not all of his drunken swagger completely a ruse. He had heard that there were Thayans in the area and that there had been some sort of breakout of a prison to the north. The wizard’s minions were already out looking for those who had escaped. He felt sure that everyone could hear the panicked fluttering of his heart. Returning to his room he leaned against the now-locked door and considered options. Surely he could fly out but there were many archers and he felt sure that they would see him and shoot him down. He could try to sneak to and over the wall but again, the nature of the guards was daunting and he did not feel he was much accomplished at sneaking. He thought and thought and finally, nodding off while staring at the lamp, he decided to see if he could buy passage for himself on a barge. If he could get down the river he could easily escape and get back to the others to warn them. Yes, that was the best idea. He awoke shortly after dawn to a knocking on the door and moving to answer, he called out who it was? “Squirrel sir,” came the familiar voice, “you asked me to come by this morning to see if there was anything else you needed.” “Oh,” he mumbled and opened the door, letting the scruffy beggar in. He turned and shuffled back to the bed, head pounding and mouth tasting like he’d licked a dirty stable. “You were drinking cheap wine last night weren’t you?” “I don’t know,” S’lann leaned over into his hands, trying not to heave. What little light came through the grille was too bright by far. “It was black.” “Yep,” Squirrel replied too loudly and too cheerfully, “that’d be Pharoah’s Blood. Nasty stuff.” “I believe I agree,” he replied miserably. “What can I do to get over this?” “There’s a mix that apothecary’s sell that’ll take away the pain and clear the head,” Squirrel replied dubiously. “It’s said to work powerful-quick but it costs a few coppers and it’s served in wine, itself.” “Ugh,” he croaked and managed to get to the chamber pot before he lost it. Some time later, feeling a little less-horrid, he was washed and dressed. “I need to speak with someone about quiet passage on a barge out of town,” he told Squirrel. “I think Maiven is good with that too,” the munchkin replied thoughtfully. At S’lann’s skeptical look he added, “She diversifies. More money in several businesses.” “I guess that makes sense,” he replied. “Lead on then.” “Ten percent again?” “Of course.” An hour of walking later with a dry roll and water in him to quell his nausea, S’lann felt better if a little muzzy. He and Squirrel entered the alley and stepped into Maiven’s shop, greeting her with a wave. S’lann heard someone stepping into the shop behind him and made to turn and look, a polite excuse on his lips when something heavy smashed into the back of his head. As he went down he thought he heard Squirrel shout something before darkness claimed him. [/QUOTE]
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