Dane's nose twitches a bit after his host speaks. What ever insight he gathered was quickly erased by the offering of ale.
Incarnation does not even have to look at the waitress; they know better than to serve him. Instead he continue to wait, saying only, Your words are as smoke and life—ephemeral. I can wait longer than any else here; the truth will out.
The sorcerer walks next to the table after the gestures of the man. He now looks perplex at the man, so evidently deploying a lie. If there was something dangerous to face, it was better to know the situation fully.
"A pleasure to make you acquittance, I'm Sheng of the Zim Clan." Sheng bows respectively to the ones sitting on the table. He remains standing. "I understand your concern, I've lost many of my clan members." he offers stoically. "I suppose that you wish us to wipe the criminal's facilities and return the freedom to your friend, but given the fact that you are evidently not telling the entire truth, or concealing part of it, I'll give you two choices: Don't lie to me, or don't pretend that I risk my safety in order to achieve anything for you."
The eladrin looks up, mustering the forming group.
"If you need one more, I will gladly help." He says, looking straight at the elf.
Rurdev sits, opposite the man, keeping his eye on the door. This one can't tell a lie to save his life and he doesn't trust the outsider. Can I really blame him though? Until able companions arrived, the shifter looks briefly at the dwarf and warlock, I couldn't trust anybody either. Not even my own mother. Taking a sip of his ale, not even losing part of the conversation, the shifter asks, "Y-Y-Your friend, c-c-can y-you give a description."
Alfred sat back in his chair, his fingers running over the edge of his glass. He looked between the men and hurriedly waved the eladrin to sit down once he came over. It seemed he was considering his next course of action very carefully.
"Very well." He says after a few moments. "My friend is a warforged named Grabbag. He was not kidnapped, not before my eyes anyway. He broke into the theatre, two days ago in the middle of the night. The whole bloody place had just been redone, and the word on the street was that Moozle had some very expensive pieces commissioned. Something about his sponsor and Mauros.
"Grabag never comes out. I've had a pair of eyes on that place for tow days now and no sign of him. I tried to sneak in myself, but he's got his own man working at night, since he's about to open his big show."
He looks pointedly at the sorcerer for the nest statement. "Hey, I didn't ask anyone to risk getting hurt, or even sneak in. That's up to you guys. But I mean, look at yourselves. You look like dangerous adventurers to mean. Just tell Moozle that your concerned about security or something"
And finally to Rurdev, "Grabbag is about five two. Slim for a forged. On his right hand, the last finger is not colored like the rest, cause he lost it in a brawl and had it replaced with a fake. He can pull it right off." He holds up his own hand and points to his pinky finger.
This time around he sounds different, and certainly more confident. There are no obvious flasehoods.
EDIT: [sblock=Away]A reminder, I will be away from this evening till Sunday Evening. I may get one last time to post before then. We will start the adventure on Monday, more than likely. We have space for one more, and preference will be given to a controller or leader.[/sblock]
