Inside the Poison Apple Pub
Since Torrent wants to wait before announcing the reason for the meeting, Cassandra takes the opportunity to look around the pub. On the main floor, she notes that the door behind the bar (presumably leading to the kitchen) is locked, while another door is currently inaccessible, due to the fact that many tables and chairs are piled in front of it. Cassandra pokes her head into the closet under the stairs, but finds nothing of interest there.
Heading upstairs, Cassandra takes note of four similar guest rooms, and one master bedroom. None seem remarkable, but she does observe that there is a trap door, with a fold-down wooden ladder, leading to the roof in the master bedroom. A quick test reveals that, yes, the trapdoor is locked.
The inn does seem to be empty, just as Torrent indicated.
In the common room, Torrent and Coldan hear the clatter of someone trying to open the locked alley door.
"Ah, perhaps the others are here. Don't they teach recruits how to knock these days?" she mutters as she moves to open the door.
In the Alley
Taren, after allaying Ari's sudden start, grabs ahold of the alley door, and, attempting to open it, finds it to be locked. Before anyone can react to this frustrating development, the sound of the door being unlocked from within reaches the group's ears. A white-haired woman pokes her head out, then opens the door wide enough for everyone to come inside.
"The name's Torrent. Get in here before you're seen." Ari, Xander, and Taren all follow Torrent into the Poison Apple's common room. Just as Torrent is about to close the alley door once more, a gruff voice whispers,
"Wait!" A massive half-orc bearing the trappings of a priest of Telchur barges in after the others.
"Not without me..." The half-orc grabs a mug of beer, then stands glowering in a corner.
The Common Room
As Cassandra comes back down the stairs, Torrent gives a smirk, sizing up the six adventurers before her.
"A mission of such importance, entrusted into the hands of a half dozen scallywags and misfits. Troubled times, indeed." Torrent tosses back another swallow of beer, as the sound of bells ringing in the new year begins to faintly carry in from the streets outside.
I'll pause here before getting into the discussion of the mission, just for some role-playing opportunities, introductions, etc. I threw Markus into the mix, just so Torrent won't have to answer the door a third time.
Hopefully, Verbatim joins us this weekend.
edit: added a pic of Torrent