The Other Librarian
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Blue_Genie said:
The kid siezes and pockets the money with an incomprehensible alacrity. "No problem Guv, just keep an ear out." His chums roll their eyes and resume squabbling over dice.
Servants of the Twilight King
The kid siezes and pockets the money with an incomprehensible alacrity. "No problem Guv, just keep an ear out." His chums roll their eyes and resume squabbling over dice.
Kangaxx
First Post
Gerald Seaton
The young man will introduce himself as Gerald to Myna and Urik as they enter.
Gerald will turn to Moth as Urik starts to sing. "Food, drink, singing, and pleasant company. I had no idea this job would be so entertaining. I hope our host's arrival doesn't spoil the night."
The young man will introduce himself as Gerald to Myna and Urik as they enter.
Steve Gorak said:
Gerald will turn to Moth as Urik starts to sing. "Food, drink, singing, and pleasant company. I had no idea this job would be so entertaining. I hope our host's arrival doesn't spoil the night."
Steve Gorak
Adventurer
Kangaxx said:
Urik nods at Gerald in appreciation of his gracious comment.
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Myna Basi, "Moth". Female human fighter
*Moth smiles widely at Urik's fine singing, enjoying the tale of the warrior woman. It's one she remembers from when she was little, one of the songs that fueled her desire to be independent. However, she's rarely heard it so well sung.*
"Thank you Urik, I really do like that song. And you sing it so well!" Moth says after Urik finishes. "And I do enjoy a pleasent evening as well as any person, particularly after being out in the field so long as I have. But whatever our employer has, it's bound to be interesting at the least."
*Moth smiles widely at Urik's fine singing, enjoying the tale of the warrior woman. It's one she remembers from when she was little, one of the songs that fueled her desire to be independent. However, she's rarely heard it so well sung.*
"Thank you Urik, I really do like that song. And you sing it so well!" Moth says after Urik finishes. "And I do enjoy a pleasent evening as well as any person, particularly after being out in the field so long as I have. But whatever our employer has, it's bound to be interesting at the least."
Blue_Genie
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Rorgun of Wrath Alley
Rorgun straightens his clothes, as he emerges from the alley, brushing off some of the road dirt which has accumulated in the last month. He gives the street a good look in either direction before making his way into the safe house.
Entering the building, he listens to the singing coming from the upstairs room, a puzzled expression on his face. He climbs the stairs and peeks into the room where the others have gathered, trying to size up those inside. When the singing has ended, he walks into the room, safe in the knowledge that the dagger in his arm sheathe is only a flick away.
What the others see:
As the singer's song ends, a smallish, disheveled figure enters the room, a large backpack strapped to his back. Without saying a word, he makes his way over to a window, and unbuckles the bag he's been carrying. His eyes dart nervously from person to person, seeming to size everyone up. He gives a quick nod and clears his throat, opening the window next to him, and looking out into the street for a brief moment.
"It's a bit stuffy in here," he rasps, clearing his throat again.
He's looks to be a man in his mid-twenties who hasn't had a bath in quite a long time. His dark-brown hair hangs in long, dirt-caked hair strands to his shoulders framing a non-descript face. Only his attentive, bright eyes make him stand out in the least. He wears well-worn travel clothes, many patches covering the knees and elbows.
After glancing out of the window for a moment he returns his focus to the others in the room, whom he continues to watch as he takes a seat next to his backpack.
Rorgun straightens his clothes, as he emerges from the alley, brushing off some of the road dirt which has accumulated in the last month. He gives the street a good look in either direction before making his way into the safe house.
Entering the building, he listens to the singing coming from the upstairs room, a puzzled expression on his face. He climbs the stairs and peeks into the room where the others have gathered, trying to size up those inside. When the singing has ended, he walks into the room, safe in the knowledge that the dagger in his arm sheathe is only a flick away.
What the others see:
As the singer's song ends, a smallish, disheveled figure enters the room, a large backpack strapped to his back. Without saying a word, he makes his way over to a window, and unbuckles the bag he's been carrying. His eyes dart nervously from person to person, seeming to size everyone up. He gives a quick nod and clears his throat, opening the window next to him, and looking out into the street for a brief moment.
"It's a bit stuffy in here," he rasps, clearing his throat again.
He's looks to be a man in his mid-twenties who hasn't had a bath in quite a long time. His dark-brown hair hangs in long, dirt-caked hair strands to his shoulders framing a non-descript face. Only his attentive, bright eyes make him stand out in the least. He wears well-worn travel clothes, many patches covering the knees and elbows.
After glancing out of the window for a moment he returns his focus to the others in the room, whom he continues to watch as he takes a seat next to his backpack.
*Myna makes a face at the dirty man, and clears her throat.*
"And your name is...?" she asks.
"And your name is...?" she asks.
Blue_Genie
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Rorgun of Wrath Alley
Rorgun looks over to the Moth, mistrust evident in his eyes, "The name is Rorgun, and I am sure I do not know any of you."
He pulls a key from his pocket and holds it up for everyone to see, "I'm assuming we all received one of these, or is one of you the one who sent the message?" Rorgun glances around the room, looking for a reaction, before quickly glancing out of the window again.
Isida Kep'Tukari said:
Rorgun looks over to the Moth, mistrust evident in his eyes, "The name is Rorgun, and I am sure I do not know any of you."
He pulls a key from his pocket and holds it up for everyone to see, "I'm assuming we all received one of these, or is one of you the one who sent the message?" Rorgun glances around the room, looking for a reaction, before quickly glancing out of the window again.
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Kangaxx
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Gerald Seaton
He seems awfully paniced, and sober compared to the people I usually see dressed like that. Maybe someone stole his bottle. Gerald smiles to himself, then speaks; "Well I am Gerald, and this is Urik and Myna, or Moth as you prefer. You should relax and enjoy evening. None of us sent that key, and I don't think anything dangerous is going to come through the window."
Blue_Genie said:
He seems awfully paniced, and sober compared to the people I usually see dressed like that. Maybe someone stole his bottle. Gerald smiles to himself, then speaks; "Well I am Gerald, and this is Urik and Myna, or Moth as you prefer. You should relax and enjoy evening. None of us sent that key, and I don't think anything dangerous is going to come through the window."
Blue_Genie
First Post
Rorgun of Wrath Alley
Rorgun's shoulders seem to relax a bit as he pockets the key and takes a seat on his backpack. He pulls a small, wooden flask out of his right breast pockets, uncorks it, and takes a quick pull, wincing slightly.
"Well then, I guess we'll just have to wait around until our host presents himself," he mutters to no one in particular, his eyes loosing their focus.
Turning back to Gerald, "As for the window, when it comes to danger, it's best not to assume anything, don't you think?" He chuckles slightly, as if he had said something funny.
Rorgun's shoulders seem to relax a bit as he pockets the key and takes a seat on his backpack. He pulls a small, wooden flask out of his right breast pockets, uncorks it, and takes a quick pull, wincing slightly.
"Well then, I guess we'll just have to wait around until our host presents himself," he mutters to no one in particular, his eyes loosing their focus.
Turning back to Gerald, "As for the window, when it comes to danger, it's best not to assume anything, don't you think?" He chuckles slightly, as if he had said something funny.
