[sblock=OOC]Gather Info: 20+... I guess I'll give you something.[/sblock]
Erdolliel works the crowd while the others get to the back of the line. As long as the elf makes it clear that she's not trying to budge in line, the people are relatively free with their tongues
Erdolliel learns that during the day, the line is often twice as long as it is now. While the Free City is open to all travelers, the city militia has stringent laws against contraband (most notably drugs or any poison that causes CON damage). One merchant, while speaking to the elf, quickly closes his mouth mid-sentence. After a gentle prodding, he offers, "Well, lass... The guards question the common folk, but usually they just want to know your name and business in the city. But, you and your mates stand out. Shiny cloaks, fancy plate armor. Normal folk can't afford that, and the guards know it. So... you may need to grease the wheels, if you get my meaning."
Meanwhile, the lad responds to Bazrim's query. "I beg your pardon, master dwarf, but... There ain't none too many places with cheap rooms but decent ale. In the Free City, people either have the coin, or they don't."
"Leave it to our brilliant spellcaster to seek out all manner of oxymora. It's late in the day, but surely the man we came here to seek hasn't retired yet. And if he has, I see no reason to not wake him."
Erdolliel works the crowd while the others get to the back of the line. As long as the elf makes it clear that she's not trying to budge in line, the people are relatively free with their tongues
Erdolliel learns that during the day, the line is often twice as long as it is now. While the Free City is open to all travelers, the city militia has stringent laws against contraband (most notably drugs or any poison that causes CON damage). One merchant, while speaking to the elf, quickly closes his mouth mid-sentence. After a gentle prodding, he offers, "Well, lass... The guards question the common folk, but usually they just want to know your name and business in the city. But, you and your mates stand out. Shiny cloaks, fancy plate armor. Normal folk can't afford that, and the guards know it. So... you may need to grease the wheels, if you get my meaning."
Meanwhile, the lad responds to Bazrim's query. "I beg your pardon, master dwarf, but... There ain't none too many places with cheap rooms but decent ale. In the Free City, people either have the coin, or they don't."
"Leave it to our brilliant spellcaster to seek out all manner of oxymora. It's late in the day, but surely the man we came here to seek hasn't retired yet. And if he has, I see no reason to not wake him."