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Lars draws his sword, steps forward and lunges at the space Merrywinter seemed to be in a moment earlier. OOC: Oops, really messed up on the damage by mistakenly making 3 rolls. The first one counts I guess, but +1 damage should be added for strength. I sure hope Merrywinter is still standing...

Lars takes a step into G3, away from Kubla and towards Merrywinter. He then whispers the word to a new spell he has recently learned, and aims it at C4. (OOC: Sleep spell. 10' radius so should catch both thugs outside.) Lars curses as the spell fails.

Lars starts to cast a sleep spell, aiming it primarily at the two new arrivals.

"Unless your intention is to murder him in cold blood, I guess we want to talk. He seems to want to talk to you pretty bad. And he did come to see you alone. Do you think he is a mage?"

"Name is Bryn Delaunay. I will continue my search." Lars/Bryn bows slightly and exits with a smooth gait and a smile. Once outside he heads out of sight, drops the disguise, and relates everything he has seen to Arnir and Bannock.

Sorry about the Bluff thing. I didn't have access to my char sheet and went from memory. Lars/Bryn takes in the scene, and while talking, he has his head on a swivel, trying to notice as much details as he can. One specific question he has is there a window and where does it lead. If Lars/Bryn...

"Oh my, you are a large fellow, aren't you! You should come and work for me. Someone of your talents could go far!" Lars smiles easily. "This could mean an important commission for Mister Merrywinter, and maybe some for you as well." Lars/Bryn shakes a money pouch significantly. "I just need to...

Lars nods, "OK then. If I get in trouble I will cast a spell that will sound like very loud drums. That should do the trick." Lars steps behind a nearby building, and once out of sight, he concentrates and transforms his appearance into that of a rather overweight and well-dressed gentleman...

"Yeah, I could do that again if needed. I could also disguise myself and go in on some bogus errand just to find out who is in there. What do you think?"

"Need company? I need to go and see Deacon Theal at the Lyceum, but I'll tag along if you feel you need help, Arnir."

Lars says, "The reason we don't charge in through the front door is that would be giving away tactical advantage. You and Arnir should be Elven buyers, I'll set up a meeting through the owner of the Bronze Trident, I'll offer him a cut, acting as Romeo of course. Bannock or Alric can go in with...

"We won't show up unannounced. I'll get my Thieve's Guild contact to set it up for us. He has a drinking establishment in South Harbour." "Mangy wolves, mostly. A bear too, I think." "I'm not a member of the guild, Romeo is. They don't know Lars at all. So, basically, I don't care."

Lars says, "Its at Lowduke's warehouse. There are 2 ways to enter: by the skylight in the roof, or through the front door. But better yet, some of us should masquerade as potential buyers. I know exactly who can set it up, too. Then it would really be a piece of cake. We could have 2 or 3 inside...

Lars accompanies Arnir in town and assistes him in selling the loot.

"I think you are right, Arnir. Let's just find local merchants. I probably shouldn't show myself too often at the guild."

Lars scratches his sparse morning stubble while he thinks. "You know, I don't pay much attention to Gods and such. I know they exist, but I figure I leave them be, and they leave me be. So I tend not to notice temples. The only one I've come across is the one in the Thieves' Guild. I got healing...

Lars whistles in admiration at the gathered loot. "Nice! Well, like I said, I can bring the lot of it to a fence I know. Will make him happy, I believe."

Lars replies to Arnir, "He came by looking for you. Rude and haughty, not that that is surprising. Said the Lyceum had given him our address. I sent him away, but he said he'd return. Called you 'Lord Arnir of Bow-flight'..." Lars looks at Bannock, "It's true that you don't look too good...

Lars hears Arnir speak and says, "I now have a good place to fence off stuff, if we want. By the way, do you know a Merrywinter by any chance, Edmond I think?"

Lars wakes up with a start. He spends a few moments making sense of which reality he is in: his dream-self, or his Lars-self. The voices of Arnir and the others convinces him that he has woken up. He quickly dresses and seeks out the others, rehearsing his speech about how when the others have...