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<blockquote data-quote="Carlo_One" data-source="post: 7588626" data-attributes="member: 6987927"><p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 12px">Rahnee quietly studied her two companions for a moment or two and then finally said, "He is right that nobody knows us here. That would leave us a lot of latitude. And it is not necessarily a bad thing to have a noble patron. The Gods only know that it's worked for the Roaringhorn Clan time and again - in both directions. I tend to think we invite ourselves to the party." Her eyes twinkled and she shrugged. "Besides which, what else do we have planned?"</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 12px">Brok-Tul rose and went with Rahnee and Aerikoth to the back of the room, but from his facial expression seemed to be certain they would be heard anyway. Also, with some surprise, he looked back at the two others who were to join them, and frowned. "If they're gonna join us, they better do it now so we can parley reward as a team. If we all go together on our rewards, we'll trust each other more. I don't like that Fire-Knife. He's way too lackadaisical. Just knowing he got himself caught by Thalavar's men is disturbing enough to doubt his skills. If he got caught by Thalavar, he'll get caught by the Knives again and coerced to betray our plans. Better to take Thalavar's offer, come up with a reward, and investigate what Thalavar really wants from us, not just what he tells us. We're being set up, I can feel it."</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 12px">Aerikoth stood calmly as he listened to first Rahnee and then Brok-Tul, his expression emotionless as they spoke. His relaxed demeanor remained as he put forth his own thoughts in a tone that sounded as indifferent as if he were bartering for produce at the market. "I wonder why they need us. I would think that a true noble and potent house would not rely on a relatively unknown group, such as we are presently, to handle, as Iono stated, House Thalavar's greatest threat. No, I would think a truly powerful house would crush those that threaten them, but then again the ways of some are completely alien to me." Aerikoth's eyes narrowed and looked distant as he thought for a moment in silence. When he next spoke his voice and expression remained icy calm. "I am in agreement with Lady Roaringhorn on taking Iono up on his offer. We can always change our minds and if nothing else it may create some opportunities that are not evident presently."</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 12px">Rahnee interjected, "Of course we are being set up, Brok-Tul. I think that is a given any time you deal with a noble house." Her smile was self-mocking. "It is obvious that House Thalavar wants something done that it cannot do - for whatever reason. It may be as simple as its known agents are being watched, and countered, whereas we, the unknown mouse in the pantry, can slip through the shadows to play in the grain. I too do not trust the Fire Knife, Brok-Tul, but perhaps that can be turned to our advantage somehow."</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 12px">Rahnee studied Iono and the two men across the room. "It is apparent that Iono has already reached a deal with those two. Whatever our fee may be will come separately from that, I think. But you both speak with wisdom. We are in agreement then?" Brok-Tul snorted in response. "On the takin' the job, yeah. On the reward, no. I want my armor an' shield completely refitted and enchanted, and my weapon too before we go. Afterwards, I'll expect a nice house on the city's outskirts, a small title with a nice place to start renting out for some revenue. Plus a thousand gold. We're taking on an entire hidden network of assassins, after all." Rahnee stared at the big half-orc in stunned amazement and then began to chuckle quietly. "Fine, Brok-Tul, I'll add that to the negotiations. Aerikoth, what would you consider fair recompense, based on what we do not know about the real task?"</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 12px">Suddenly an arrested look crossed her face. "Ahh, why not? What if Clan Roaringhorn had sent an envoy to Westgate to investigate getting the appropriate patents, whatever, to open up a trading house here? Even if these other Houses teleport someone to Waterdeep to check on the story, I am covered. Clan Roaringhorn IS a member of Waterdhavian nobility after all." Her eyes sparkled as her mind churned. "We get House Thalavar to set us up with a house and whatever else is necessary. Then we can work both sides of this problem: the nobility as well as the dark streets. And if I am recognized from my earlier searches for information, tis simple enough a response. I was here early testing the market, subtly and quietly. Hmm…the Lady Roaringhorn with her entourage that includes her personal wizard, her bodyguard…Brok, just how well known ARE you here in Westgate? Any potential problems?" Grinning, she added, "And of course the house could be part of our payment. It would give us a base of operations here in Westgate."</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 12px">One of Aerikoth's eyebrows raised slightly as he heard the thoughts and ideas for payment come issuing forth from his comrades. "I shall wait to hear what the steward has to say when regarding compensation for our efforts. At that time I shall make any requests I may have for alterations as needed to suit my desires. I am sure those he serves have an idea of what they plan to offer." The short, olive-skinned man then glanced at both his comrades for a moment and spoke in a calm, almost apathetic voice. "Your ideas have a modicum of merit but I think it might be in our best interest to see what is expected of us and then to hear what House Thalavar offers as remuneration. I am not overly familiar with the ways of the aristocracy of these northern lands but I can easily see how demanding certain payments might be misconstrued as an insult. In my opinion we should wait to hear what the exacting details of the task are and what our employer is willing to offer."</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 12px">Nodding to Aerikoth's words, Brok-Tul turned back to Rahnee. "I can be your bodyguard: good cover story. Fits in with what Helm wants of me anyway. And…the Masks don't want me comin' near 'em, an' have me on blackout. So I can't expect their help. I'm pretty well-known on my blocks, an' am sure one out of ten agents would recognize me from the old days. I could pass as another half-orc though if I use the refit of my gear as a disguise, and wear a helmet in public." He nodded also to Rahnee and then looked over to Iono. His eyes were thoughtful, concerned.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 12px">Rahnee commented, "And if you are recognized, Brok-Tul, then it's simple enough - you're running a con game on that poor dumb stupid noblewoman." Nodding decisively at Aerikoth's words, Rahnee added, "All right, let us see what House Thalavar really wants from us." Stepping between the two men, she sauntered languidly towards Iono. "Six Points accepts your commission, sir. Of course, that acceptance does depend on the final negotiated fee." Her smile was friendly, slightly wicked, but her eyes were serious as she looked at the Steward.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Carlo_One, post: 7588626, member: 6987927"] [FONT=book antiqua][SIZE=3]Rahnee quietly studied her two companions for a moment or two and then finally said, "He is right that nobody knows us here. That would leave us a lot of latitude. And it is not necessarily a bad thing to have a noble patron. The Gods only know that it's worked for the Roaringhorn Clan time and again - in both directions. I tend to think we invite ourselves to the party." Her eyes twinkled and she shrugged. "Besides which, what else do we have planned?" Brok-Tul rose and went with Rahnee and Aerikoth to the back of the room, but from his facial expression seemed to be certain they would be heard anyway. Also, with some surprise, he looked back at the two others who were to join them, and frowned. "If they're gonna join us, they better do it now so we can parley reward as a team. If we all go together on our rewards, we'll trust each other more. I don't like that Fire-Knife. He's way too lackadaisical. Just knowing he got himself caught by Thalavar's men is disturbing enough to doubt his skills. If he got caught by Thalavar, he'll get caught by the Knives again and coerced to betray our plans. Better to take Thalavar's offer, come up with a reward, and investigate what Thalavar really wants from us, not just what he tells us. We're being set up, I can feel it." Aerikoth stood calmly as he listened to first Rahnee and then Brok-Tul, his expression emotionless as they spoke. His relaxed demeanor remained as he put forth his own thoughts in a tone that sounded as indifferent as if he were bartering for produce at the market. "I wonder why they need us. I would think that a true noble and potent house would not rely on a relatively unknown group, such as we are presently, to handle, as Iono stated, House Thalavar's greatest threat. No, I would think a truly powerful house would crush those that threaten them, but then again the ways of some are completely alien to me." Aerikoth's eyes narrowed and looked distant as he thought for a moment in silence. When he next spoke his voice and expression remained icy calm. "I am in agreement with Lady Roaringhorn on taking Iono up on his offer. We can always change our minds and if nothing else it may create some opportunities that are not evident presently." Rahnee interjected, "Of course we are being set up, Brok-Tul. I think that is a given any time you deal with a noble house." Her smile was self-mocking. "It is obvious that House Thalavar wants something done that it cannot do - for whatever reason. It may be as simple as its known agents are being watched, and countered, whereas we, the unknown mouse in the pantry, can slip through the shadows to play in the grain. I too do not trust the Fire Knife, Brok-Tul, but perhaps that can be turned to our advantage somehow." Rahnee studied Iono and the two men across the room. "It is apparent that Iono has already reached a deal with those two. Whatever our fee may be will come separately from that, I think. But you both speak with wisdom. We are in agreement then?" Brok-Tul snorted in response. "On the takin' the job, yeah. On the reward, no. I want my armor an' shield completely refitted and enchanted, and my weapon too before we go. Afterwards, I'll expect a nice house on the city's outskirts, a small title with a nice place to start renting out for some revenue. Plus a thousand gold. We're taking on an entire hidden network of assassins, after all." Rahnee stared at the big half-orc in stunned amazement and then began to chuckle quietly. "Fine, Brok-Tul, I'll add that to the negotiations. Aerikoth, what would you consider fair recompense, based on what we do not know about the real task?" Suddenly an arrested look crossed her face. "Ahh, why not? What if Clan Roaringhorn had sent an envoy to Westgate to investigate getting the appropriate patents, whatever, to open up a trading house here? Even if these other Houses teleport someone to Waterdeep to check on the story, I am covered. Clan Roaringhorn IS a member of Waterdhavian nobility after all." Her eyes sparkled as her mind churned. "We get House Thalavar to set us up with a house and whatever else is necessary. Then we can work both sides of this problem: the nobility as well as the dark streets. And if I am recognized from my earlier searches for information, tis simple enough a response. I was here early testing the market, subtly and quietly. Hmm…the Lady Roaringhorn with her entourage that includes her personal wizard, her bodyguard…Brok, just how well known ARE you here in Westgate? Any potential problems?" Grinning, she added, "And of course the house could be part of our payment. It would give us a base of operations here in Westgate." One of Aerikoth's eyebrows raised slightly as he heard the thoughts and ideas for payment come issuing forth from his comrades. "I shall wait to hear what the steward has to say when regarding compensation for our efforts. At that time I shall make any requests I may have for alterations as needed to suit my desires. I am sure those he serves have an idea of what they plan to offer." The short, olive-skinned man then glanced at both his comrades for a moment and spoke in a calm, almost apathetic voice. "Your ideas have a modicum of merit but I think it might be in our best interest to see what is expected of us and then to hear what House Thalavar offers as remuneration. I am not overly familiar with the ways of the aristocracy of these northern lands but I can easily see how demanding certain payments might be misconstrued as an insult. In my opinion we should wait to hear what the exacting details of the task are and what our employer is willing to offer." Nodding to Aerikoth's words, Brok-Tul turned back to Rahnee. "I can be your bodyguard: good cover story. Fits in with what Helm wants of me anyway. And…the Masks don't want me comin' near 'em, an' have me on blackout. So I can't expect their help. I'm pretty well-known on my blocks, an' am sure one out of ten agents would recognize me from the old days. I could pass as another half-orc though if I use the refit of my gear as a disguise, and wear a helmet in public." He nodded also to Rahnee and then looked over to Iono. His eyes were thoughtful, concerned. Rahnee commented, "And if you are recognized, Brok-Tul, then it's simple enough - you're running a con game on that poor dumb stupid noblewoman." Nodding decisively at Aerikoth's words, Rahnee added, "All right, let us see what House Thalavar really wants from us." Stepping between the two men, she sauntered languidly towards Iono. "Six Points accepts your commission, sir. Of course, that acceptance does depend on the final negotiated fee." Her smile was friendly, slightly wicked, but her eyes were serious as she looked at the Steward. [/SIZE][/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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