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<blockquote data-quote="Jago" data-source="post: 7018676" data-attributes="member: 6855130"><p><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><u>Main Floor</u></span></span></p><p>[section][align=left]http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x111/tranced89/Okten.png[/align] Captain Okten regarded this red-haired half-breed before him with something approaching a respectful sneer. Before he could reprimand her for her lack of manners, though, one of the Guards reminded the Hobgoblin of something very important.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: indigo">" Where should we place Ordinator Absalom's favored singer, Dread One?"</span></p><p></p><p>The human risked his life in undercutting Okten's authority, but Okten himself knew that both he <em>and</em> the man would suffer a thousandfold were they to inadvertently harm the Ordinator's "little songbird". As much as it pained him, the Captain knew then and there that he could not rightly move against Lorelei without having to answer for it later.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: crimson">" Lor-a-lee,"</span> he chewed out her name, the Elvish on his tongue feeling like rotten lichen, <span style="color: crimson">" Yes, I've heard His Eminence has a ... fondness, for you. Amongst other things."</span></p><p></p><p>From what had been whispered about in the Towers, Okten was not sure what was worse: having Absalom's ire, or his affections. Still.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: crimson">" And these 'poor people', as you so dearly term them, are still Citizens of The City and subjective to its laws. Innocents have nothing to be scared of, after all, and if everyone here is duly innocent, then we shall simply wait for the guilty associate to arrive."</span></p><p></p><p>He thought on this, though. The girl had some merit: the frightened would rather say anything than say what was needed, and reporting back to The Tower or carrying out The Magi's Peace unduly was just the sort of spark that set off another attack on their patrols. While they were ineffectual, they were becoming a pain in the side of Sector Five's authority: a thorn that needed to be plucked and burned.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: crimson">" If you care so much for their wellbeing and comfort? Then comfort them. Sing on your stage, little songbird. Make them feel at ease while we do the work of The Tower.</span>[/section]</p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><u>The Cellar</u></span></span></p><p>[section][align=left]http://hydra-media.cursecdn.com/pillarsofeternity.gamepedia.com/9/9a/Hearth-orlan-male-portrait.jpg?version=51d620fddbc7257005ceae1736e71350[/align] The sudden appearance of several individuals into the wine cellar of The Rose was met swiftly with silence. Nobody was here to offer greeting or direction, nobody to clarify what came next. That was, until a pair of rather large, pointed ears poked out from behind a barrel in this musty basement.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: darkorange">” Ah, yes, hello? Hello, uhm … Hello? Friends?”</span> came a small, impish voice, the speaker poking out further to reveal redden hair and blemished skin, small, catlike eyes watching the newcomers with a mixture of worry and apathy.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: darkorange">” I, ah … Assume Rashimi let you in. Or this bodes very well for me, yes? Yes.”</span> The little being, about the same size as Ftiz, stepped out into full view, revealing an apron covered in various stains, hairy hands that kept fidgeting with said apron, and a lithe, prey-like grace that he kept bobbing and weaving with while inspecting this small troupe of intruders.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: darkorange">” As I am not dead, I must assume friends. Hashlan Tinderwhelm I am. Caretaker of the roots,”</span> the Halfling introduced himself with an inclination of the head that might have been a bow or just a nervous tick, <span style="color: darkorange">” What is happening upstairs? I heard voices, and boots, and hid until I was safe …”</span>[/section]</p><p></p><p>[sblock=Rána]The strange blemishes upon the Halfling you know to be marks of The Blight, though it appears as though this man had suffered sometime ago from it and managed to survive. The illness may have affected him more than in just body, though.[/sblock]</p><p>[sblock=Derngar]Hashlan is familiar to you: The ‘Caretaker’ as he calls himself, constantly assists in cleaning up after the bloodsports in the basement of The Rose, and is known to pass along messages and items discreetly for Rashimi. Some say he does business for more than just The Rose itself.[/sblock]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Jago, post: 7018676, member: 6855130"] [FONT=Book Antiqua][Size=4][u]Main Floor[/u][/size][/FONT] [section][align=left]http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x111/tranced89/Okten.png[/align] Captain Okten regarded this red-haired half-breed before him with something approaching a respectful sneer. Before he could reprimand her for her lack of manners, though, one of the Guards reminded the Hobgoblin of something very important. [color=indigo]" Where should we place Ordinator Absalom's favored singer, Dread One?"[/color] The human risked his life in undercutting Okten's authority, but Okten himself knew that both he [I]and[/I] the man would suffer a thousandfold were they to inadvertently harm the Ordinator's "little songbird". As much as it pained him, the Captain knew then and there that he could not rightly move against Lorelei without having to answer for it later. [color=crimson]" Lor-a-lee,"[/color] he chewed out her name, the Elvish on his tongue feeling like rotten lichen, [color=crimson]" Yes, I've heard His Eminence has a ... fondness, for you. Amongst other things."[/color] From what had been whispered about in the Towers, Okten was not sure what was worse: having Absalom's ire, or his affections. Still. [color=crimson]" And these 'poor people', as you so dearly term them, are still Citizens of The City and subjective to its laws. Innocents have nothing to be scared of, after all, and if everyone here is duly innocent, then we shall simply wait for the guilty associate to arrive."[/color] He thought on this, though. The girl had some merit: the frightened would rather say anything than say what was needed, and reporting back to The Tower or carrying out The Magi's Peace unduly was just the sort of spark that set off another attack on their patrols. While they were ineffectual, they were becoming a pain in the side of Sector Five's authority: a thorn that needed to be plucked and burned. [color=crimson]" If you care so much for their wellbeing and comfort? Then comfort them. Sing on your stage, little songbird. Make them feel at ease while we do the work of The Tower.[/color][/section] [FONT=Book Antiqua][Size=4][u]The Cellar[/u][/size][/FONT] [section][align=left]http://hydra-media.cursecdn.com/pillarsofeternity.gamepedia.com/9/9a/Hearth-orlan-male-portrait.jpg?version=51d620fddbc7257005ceae1736e71350[/align] The sudden appearance of several individuals into the wine cellar of The Rose was met swiftly with silence. Nobody was here to offer greeting or direction, nobody to clarify what came next. That was, until a pair of rather large, pointed ears poked out from behind a barrel in this musty basement. [color=darkorange]” Ah, yes, hello? Hello, uhm … Hello? Friends?”[/color] came a small, impish voice, the speaker poking out further to reveal redden hair and blemished skin, small, catlike eyes watching the newcomers with a mixture of worry and apathy. [color=darkorange]” I, ah … Assume Rashimi let you in. Or this bodes very well for me, yes? Yes.”[/color] The little being, about the same size as Ftiz, stepped out into full view, revealing an apron covered in various stains, hairy hands that kept fidgeting with said apron, and a lithe, prey-like grace that he kept bobbing and weaving with while inspecting this small troupe of intruders. [color=darkorange]” As I am not dead, I must assume friends. Hashlan Tinderwhelm I am. Caretaker of the roots,”[/color] the Halfling introduced himself with an inclination of the head that might have been a bow or just a nervous tick, [color=darkorange]” What is happening upstairs? I heard voices, and boots, and hid until I was safe …”[/color][/section] [sblock=Rána]The strange blemishes upon the Halfling you know to be marks of The Blight, though it appears as though this man had suffered sometime ago from it and managed to survive. The illness may have affected him more than in just body, though.[/sblock] [sblock=Derngar]Hashlan is familiar to you: The ‘Caretaker’ as he calls himself, constantly assists in cleaning up after the bloodsports in the basement of The Rose, and is known to pass along messages and items discreetly for Rashimi. Some say he does business for more than just The Rose itself.[/sblock] [/QUOTE]
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