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<blockquote data-quote="Olgar Shiverstone" data-source="post: 3819536" data-attributes="member: 5868">The stranger's features were somewhere between human and elven -- not as rounded as a human's, but neither as angular as an elf's.&nbsp; What was truly strange, though, was his coloration: dusky grey skin, pale hair, and dark, almost violet eyes.&quot;Half-elven abomination!&quot; Lavinia hissed.&nbsp; &quot;What are you doing here?&quot;&quot;I have information that may be of use to you,&quot; the stranger answered nonchalantly.&nbsp; &quot;And in return, I expect you will be able to help me as well.&quot;&quot;Pah!&nbsp; What could you possibly know that would be of help, drow?&quot;&quot;I know why you have asked these others here,&quot; the stranger continued, nonplussed.&nbsp; &quot;I've been to your ship, and I know where the guards are posted, and I know a way past the patrols.&nbsp; These others won't succeed without me.&quot;Thalas whispered across the table to Kyrsith: &quot;I thought drow were a myth?&quot;Lavinia continued: &quot;And what would you expect in return?&quot;&quot;In due time,&quot; the stranger replied.&nbsp; &quot;Nothing you can't afford or won't part with.&quot;&quot;And why should I trust you?&quot; she replied.Thalas bristled.&nbsp; Vanderboren's inherent superiority complex was showing -- and he did resent the superiority of the nobility.&nbsp; He interrupted: &quot;For that matter, how can you trust any of us?&quot;Lavinia spluttered.&nbsp; &quot;Well, I , uh, I ... I suppose you are right.&nbsp; Very well, let this other join you.&nbsp; Please enjoy your meal; I seem to have lost my appetite.&quot;&nbsp; She turned on her heel and left the room.Thalas narrowed his eyes and sized up the stranger, whom the guards had released.&nbsp; The man pulled his cowl back up over his head and grabbed a spot at the table.&nbsp; Well, he looks trustworthy. [OOC: Sense motive = 1].&nbsp; Arjan, meanwhile, looked from the stranger to the food, and began stuffing his face.&quot;So, you do know that drow are mythical, right?&quot; Thalas said to the stranger in a conversational tone.&nbsp; &quot;You didn't mention your name, either.&nbsp; I'm Thalas.&quot;&quot;Morderas,&quot; the stranger replied, eyeing the others.&nbsp; &quot;So you're the amateurs I'm saddled with?&nbsp; What good are you?&quot;&quot;I've no equal with sword or spell,&quot; Thalas boasted.&nbsp; Amateur?&quot;I'm not bad with either, either,&quot; Kyrsith said.&quot;And I know my way around a sword,&quot; Athal replied.&nbsp; &quot;Perhaps we should consider a plan while we eat?&quot;&quot;Plan, what plan?&quot; Thalas replied.&nbsp; &quot;Seems easy enough.&nbsp; Row out to the ship, knock the guards over the head, grab the key and go.&nbsp; Simple.&quot;&quot;Not so simple,&quot; Morderas said.&nbsp; &quot;I have a boat, and I exaggerate a bit about the patrols, but the ship is guarded.&quot;&quot;Maybe we should poke around down at the docks a bit,&quot; Athal suggested. &quot;Sailors notice things.&nbsp; We may find out what we need.&quot;&quot;Oh, have it your way,&quot; Thalas replied, digging in to rubbery chicken and over-cooked vegetables.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Olgar Shiverstone, post: 3819536, member: 5868"] The stranger's features were somewhere between human and elven -- not as rounded as a human's, but neither as angular as an elf's. What was truly strange, though, was his coloration: dusky grey skin, pale hair, and dark, almost violet eyes. "Half-elven abomination!" Lavinia hissed. "What are you doing here?" "I have information that may be of use to you," the stranger answered nonchalantly. "And in return, I expect you will be able to help me as well." "Pah! What could you possibly know that would be of help, drow?" "I know why you have asked these others here," the stranger continued, nonplussed. "I've been to your ship, and I know where the guards are posted, and I know a way past the patrols. These others won't succeed without me." Thalas whispered across the table to Kyrsith: "I thought drow were a myth?" Lavinia continued: "And what would you expect in return?" "In due time," the stranger replied. "Nothing you can't afford or won't part with." "And why should I trust you?" she replied. Thalas bristled. Vanderboren's inherent superiority complex was showing -- and he did resent the superiority of the nobility. He interrupted: "For that matter, how can you trust any of us?" Lavinia spluttered. "Well, I , uh, I ... I suppose you are right. Very well, let this other join you. Please enjoy your meal; I seem to have lost my appetite." She turned on her heel and left the room. Thalas narrowed his eyes and sized up the stranger, whom the guards had released. The man pulled his cowl back up over his head and grabbed a spot at the table. [i]Well, he looks trustworthy.[/i] [OOC: Sense motive = 1]. Arjan, meanwhile, looked from the stranger to the food, and began stuffing his face. "So, you do know that drow are mythical, right?" Thalas said to the stranger in a conversational tone. "You didn't mention your name, either. I'm Thalas." "Morderas," the stranger replied, eyeing the others. "So you're the amateurs I'm saddled with? What good are you?" "I've no equal with sword or spell," Thalas boasted. [i]Amateur?[/i] "I'm not bad with either, either," Kyrsith said. "And I know my way around a sword," Athal replied. "Perhaps we should consider a plan while we eat?" "Plan, what plan?" Thalas replied. "Seems easy enough. Row out to the ship, knock the guards over the head, grab the key and go. Simple." "Not so simple," Morderas said. "I have a boat, and I exaggerate a bit about the patrols, but the ship is guarded." "Maybe we should poke around down at the docks a bit," Athal suggested. "Sailors notice things. We may find out what we need." "Oh, have it your way," Thalas replied, digging in to rubbery chicken and over-cooked vegetables. [/QUOTE]

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