rangerjohn said:"Ah, its just a scratch," Hrothgar says with a grin. But I would like to know what this is about, and I can always use a drink."
15 minutes later, Alyx and Hrothgar are esconced at a corner table, being served beer by a buxom blonde barmaid while Alyx applies a healing poultice to Hrothgar's shallow thigh-wound, then bandages it (Hrothgar back to full hp) and Hrothgar enjoys the sight of a couple of Marrakeen dancing girls performing on the long bar-top to the sound of a lute. Little blue stars wheel and dance around the girls, courtesy of Gwal the Gristle's resident prestdigitator, then turn into birds and burst in a shower of sparks, eliciting gasps of wonderment - and slight fear - from several of the more naive patrons.
Her ministrations completed, Alyx the Picklock flicks the barmaid a couple of copper coins, then launches into her explanation in a low voice.
"I, er... recently 'acquired' a map - a copy of an old treasure-map... It shows the old burial catacombs beneath this tavern. Ever heard of the Amulet of Althuvion? No? It's a Sidhe* artifact - from Angarin, from before the Mongali massacred the elves. It's said to be very powerful - worth a fortune, and sacred to the Angarin Sidhe. And the map shows it's located in the catacombs right under our feet! But the map says it's protected - 'guards & wards' - I can deal with traps okay, but 'guards' in a catacomb likely means somethin' nasty, I'm thinkin' - so I reckoned a bit o' muscle to help me out wouldn't hurt..."
Alyx grins, patting Hrothgar's bulging bicep.
"What do ya say? We get the amulet, I can find a buyer, no probs - couple of thousand gold in it for ya, easy!"
She grins, then glances over to a far table where a white-bearded old man in pale grey robes is talking with a cowled figure in black-enamelled breastplate, a woman. Alyx frowns...
*Half-elven descendents of the elves of Angarin.