[Vile] Puppy Kicking PCs at Work

[Ankh-Morpork Guard]

((OOC: I'm back. Good to see you guys doing fairly well.))

Though the room was fairly populated with people moving here and there, laughing and talking, few seemed to take any notice of your group. However, Lydia did notice that when they began to discuss Madam Brie, a couple of the patrons started to eye them...though they did thier best to avoid eye contact.

 

[Cepter]

Sunedilar looks back to Alev after a momentary glance directed at Gwyn and Aeweth, seeming to warn against speaking too plainly of Gwyn's hobbies. When he turns his eyes back to Alev he is onc again all business.

"Whether or not the parry and thrust of arguement will work depends largely on their repsecitive interests. If they conflict one another, so much the better for us. If not, we may simply have to choose which one is making the better offer, or divide ourselves and serve both if their needs are small enough, but still worth enough to them to make the deal worthwhile."

 

[Guilt Puppy]

"Shall we be off to see the Madame, then? All this talk is putting me on nails -- I would prefer a bit of action."

As Alev scans the room, adjusting his knuckles across the hilt of his kukri, it seems clear that his idea of "action" is nowhere near as innocent as the usual innuendo.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

"Shall we be off to see the Madame, then? All this talk is putting me on nails -- I would prefer a bit of action."

As Alev scans the room, adjusting his knuckles across the hilt of his kukri, it seems clear that his idea of "action" is nowhere near as innocent as the usual innuendo.

"If she's available at this time, and she probably is. Dulanse, you know the way, yes?"

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"Yes," says Aeweth nervously, bumping her knee of the table leg as she shifts reluctantly to the center of her seat and closer to Gwyn. "Let's get going."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Lydia rises from her seat, sweeping up and wrapping her dignity around her like a cloak.*

"Let us be off," she says, with a small smile and nod of her head. She's quite willing to remove themselves from the inn to avoid further possible entaglements.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Gwyn slides smoothly from his seat, stretching catlike. "Dulanse, where can we find her?"

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Lydia moves out onto the street, wanting to get away from those that might possibly overhear their intentions any more than they already have.*

"Indeed, where does the lady reside? I would very much like the question of employment to be answered as soon as we've seen everyone. I see no need to linger when there is work to be done," she says, giving a sharp nod.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

After obtaining directions from Dulanse, Gwyn strides quickly and confidently through the streets, until he reaches the establishment of Madame Brie.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"I assume the redoubtable Madam is home, Pretty Bird? Since you know her so well, I assume you've set up an interview," Lydia says with a pointed glance at Dulanse.