The door opens and a halfing woman walks inside, followed at a short distance by a tattooed elven man. The elf is scarred and dangerous looking, with impressively muscled forearms and shoulders and a quiver full of wickedly sharp javelins. In spite of this, and despite the pleasant smile on her face, the halfling somehow seems to be the more dangerous of the pair -- she practically radiates an aura of palpable menace. The elf clearly feels it too, and makes sure to keep the halfling in sight, with several paces separating them.
She approaches the bar with a spring in her step and a total disregard for the elf who accompanied her inside. Grog watches her with narrowed eyes, one hand below the bar – presumably on a weapon.
“Sugar Sweet. Thought youse was dead. Shame you ain’t.”
“I am much agrees,” the elf growls, looking sidelong at his partner.
“I hope to fixing that shame very soon. But I cannots do it today.”
Sugar Sweet's smile broadens.
“Oh, you shouldn’t think too much, friend Grog. I know it’s difficult for you, and I wouldn’t want you to strain yourself. Anyway, today I’m here on business.” She chuckles softly as the half-orc’s grip tightens.
“But not that kind of business. May I?”
Without waiting for a reply, Sugar Sweet hops lithely up onto a chair, and from there onto the bar, where she turns to address the main room.
“Attention, kind-hearted and hopefully competent adventuring types! A vicious murderer is on the loose in the town of Gandling, and your help is required to capture or kill the madman!" She pauses for a moment to make sure everyone is listening before she continues.
"Not only will your timely assistance help save lives, both innocent and otherwise ... and not only will you be helping your city prosper ... but you'll also have the opportunity to visit an exotic vacation destination and line your purses with silver and gold while you're at it! And as an added incentive, you should know that my associate Rahor of Clan Gregga has a fine assortment of goats which he’s trained to serve all of his carnal needs and he’s happy to share, if you’re into that kind of thing! Apply now!”
The elf glares at the Sugar Sweet with pure murder in his eyes. She smiles happily, first at him and then at Grog.
“Mister ‘of Clan Gregga’ and I will take one of the private rooms. See you around, friend Grog.” She winks at him, hops down off the bar, and saunters toward the back. After a moment, Rahor follows. Grog glowers at the both of them they're out of sight.
Sugar Sweet . . . . . . . Rahor . . . . . . . . . . . . Grog . . . . . . .
GM: | Recruiting for Evil Unto Evil, an 8th level adventure. | |
[sblock=K:Local DC 20]Sugar Sweet was a criminal from Tritower.
[sblock=K:Local DC 25]She was (allegedly) an assassin, and (allegedly) scored a number of impressive kills, although she was never caught and nothing was ever proven. She dropped out of sight a few years ago, however. Word on the street was that she was dead.
[sblock=K:Local 30]She popped back up last year working for the Western Sea Syndicate, an (allegedly) legitimate business concern.[/sblock][/sblock][/sblock][sblock=K:Geography 10]Rahor is a Jiragan.
[sblock=K:Geography 15]Gandling is one of the port towns that sprung up on the island chain between Venza and the Western Continent. By all accounts, it’s a hive of scum and villainy. You must be cautious.[/sblock][/sblock]