A1- Lost Knowledge of Arcanix(Wik Judging)

[Dirk Nightbreese]

The warrior looks to the others, wondering at their thoughts upon the Dwarf's proposition.

 

[Moggthegob]

The Dwarf leaves you and goes to stand at the far end of the car.

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

Gazing at Nuria for a moment, Wulfcyne wonders at this turn of events, remarking to the group, 'What say ye others? We were hired by Master Gray outta Arcanix, not this'n dwarf....Who be fer takin' a new offer, if any?"

The large warrior seems a bit torn, obviously not happy with reneging on a contract...but also seemingly open to the possibility...

 

[Solange]

OOC: Sorry I'm late to this. I'm back now Koh'Tara's sense motive check on the dwarf. (1d20+4=23)

Koh'Tara remains silent while she looks at the Dwarf, trying to discern his spirit.

 

[Graybeard]

I will admit the Dwarf's offer is intriguing. However, we do have a contract with Dean Grey at Arcanix. The Dwarf's employer, Thurval, rose fast in the ranks of House Kundurak. He has a position on the Twelve due to a recent opening. While it would be good for my career to know someone on the council of Twelve, I gave my word to the Dean.

Nuria looks to Wulcyne, then the rest of the group.

I have only lived in Sharn for two years. I'm afraid I do not know the city very well.

Wulfcyne, you said you know the city fairly well? Anyone else? Anyone know where the Tarkanan residence is and how to get in unseen?

 

[Moggthegob]

The Dwarf seems truthful but something about him seems off.

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

The large warrior nods neutrally at Nuria's first words, then remarking at her second question, Lady, I suggest we be arrivin' first an' askin' tha prisnor 'bout where ta go. I know a few folks 'round City o' Towers, might be I ken find ma way there wit' enough gold or good'n ale in a few hands.

 

[Bront]

"I don't trust that dwarf, but at least it sounds like he has nothing to do with the current theft." Valahandra says.

 

[Solange]

"His spirit is truthful, but not wholely so. Something about him is wrong," Koh'Tara says.

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

The large warrior, his breastplate somewhat concealed under a dark cloak, rumbles almost warningly, 'Kundarik, ta say nuthin' o' tha Arrum an tha 12, would be powerful'n allies an' no jokin'...or enemies, don' forget. We'n dare na anger this'n Houseman.'