(IC) DND 3.5 Enter Planescape

Alleyway
Luke you notice that these men are collectors, one of the gangs of Sigil. They're an unsavory lot, but they don't look for fights. Instead they loot the dead and sell the bodies to the dustmen, the head of the pack of six speaks up "Eh, a gad of em barmies gettin' boxed. It's like they fall asleep and don't wake up. Very peaceful that." he looks down at the body "O whatever power this poor sod worship'd, look kindly upon the departed spirit of," He pauses to look up at you all "Anyone know this sod's name? - oh, well, the departed spirit o' your servant. Hey, is that a gold tooth he's got?".
 
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Mr. Black
Perception: 0
Sense Motive: 4
Search: 6
AC: 14;
FF: 13;
Touch: 11
Spell Slots"
0: [X] [X] [] [] []
1st: [X] [x] [] []
HP: 8
Init: 1
Fort: 2
Ref: 1
Will: 2
Buffs: none


Mr. Black asks the men,

"We're looking for a barmy bubber named Eliath. You seen 'im or his corpse? A short, wiry fellow who's missed a few meals too many. Last heard, he was wearin' his tattered blue wizard's robes. His hair's white, and squints'"
 




"Sounds like the sort of trouble a plate at Allesha’s smooths right over"
Luke offers, still flush with some earlier jink
 



Alleyway
"Pay the music,"
he places his hand out not saying how much he wants. Common tactic for someone in the hive to get more than they really would settle for.
 

"Yeah, right!" Luke flashes a grin, but he knows the chant. He's not really in the mood to lose too much time, no point rattling his bone-box for too long.
"You get the jink for scrag's lunch, a silver, enough for all of you to fill your guts. Spill the dark."

Or your guts
 
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