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Hurray for accidental teamwork! :D I wanted to take his handkerchief and polish his bald head sooooo bad. Seemed more like something my barbarian would do. :(

Not fully comprehending Mairan's bluff, Thurst calls out to her, "Now wait one minute! This dried up fish hasn't said one single thing worth listen' to!" Thurst makes a show of rolling his eyes at the Guildmaster. "I donnae think you are paying attention. We know what we'r doing, and yer...

This guy's a weenie. I wish I had intimidation. :] Edit: I don't care when we actually go, or what we actually do. I was thinking on how to respond when I remembered beowulf and thought an ambush/stake out might be amusing. Thurst is of course making all this up, only interested in making the...

Don't worry guys, I'll cool it before he gets mad and sends us out on the street with no information. Probably. Maybe. Any of you got any rope? :D

Thurst stares at the absurd little man for a moment, "Are you serious?" Turning to his companions, "Is he serious?" Returning his attention back to the Guildmaster, Thurst declares, "Mr. Kunstler knows what he is doing. Babysittin' mollycoddled peacocks doesnae take an army. Now quit crying and...

Thurst gradually makes his way through the crowded streets, reasonably sure he knows what he is looking for. At one point he thinks he hears someone calling to him, but turning to look reveals nothing unusual. At last he finds the guildhall, and not realizing that Mata and Mairan are also on...

This is actually the first time I've ever done anything like this before, so I wouldn't know what to expect. Except to fire magic missiles at the darkness.

My bad. ;)

Fyrie followed a similar pattern. Silly people, leaving their computers on the weekend! Spending time with human beings? Gah! :cool: I see several possibilities. We could continue on as normal, and have our valiant DM aid in a retcon of their activities to fit whatever timeline the adventure...

I wasn't aware there was a plan! Just a bunch of newbs prolonging their inevitable deaths. I think Aeshen knew he wouldn't be available for a little while, so designed his gather information dealie to not need input while the rest of us goofed off. I could be wrong though.

Heh, you guys really want me to be the sole diplomat to the Banker's Guild? Might want to send Mata or Mairan after me, but will they get there in time? /suspense! Although I don't mind either way.

Thurst replies with a snort and finishes leaving the library. As the library door closes behind him, the sounds from the street are cut off, leaving an abrupt sense of finality to the decision. Thurst eyes Aeshen, thinking the elf looks perhaps a bit too happy at the prospect of visiting...

Not needing to be told twice, Thurst shrugs and heads out to the street. When he gets halfway through the door it occurs to him that he isn't sure if he knows the way. "You layabouts comin' or not?" yells the dwarf.

Thurst mutters a mild dwarven expletive but doesn't have the grace to blush over his mistake. "Speaking of drunk bards, have any of you been subjected to Weldin's new 'masterpiece'? I had ta slam my head in a door to get tha ringing to stop." "Where's Mairan anyway? Maybe she found something...

Yes I am being deliberately obtuse, I understood what you wrote just fine Voca. ;) Ho ho, I'm asking for it. Don't hurt me Nadiar, I never claimed Thurst had any taste, or manners for that matter!

Thurst nods knowingly at Aeshen's explanation. "Oh, aye, I learned that sewers smell and that humans have odd ideas about architecture," grumbles the frustrated dwarf. Thurst begins to ponder what the others have reported, you can almost hear the gears in his head turning. "We maynae have any...

Why do I get the feeling we are all going to get lost in the sewers and be forced to live there until we finally die from food poisoning when we run out of rations and are forced to start eating mutant rats. :uhoh:

Something strange happens as Thurst pours over his documents, he actually gets quieter and quieter as time goes on. Logically implausible, to those nearby it seems as if the determined dwarf is actually sucking in all sound around him, creating a void of alarming silence. A few patrons nearby...

This is me getting put in my place. Up to you guys how much time we spend here. ;) Edit: Apologies on taking liberties with my description of Ella. I know she likes to read, I know she is cheerful. I know she dropped a staff on Thurst's foot.

I don't care personally. Thurst isn't looking for anything particularly complicated or obscure, he is studying what should be ordered and structured documents. He isn't going to use the information to lead the group's efforts or anything; it's just supplementary information. While I can see...