A1- Lost Knowledge of Arcanix(Wik Judging)

[Graybeard]

Forgive me Makharat, I really must get out of Breland more often. I hope you take no offense but I was led to believe that everyone from your area were savages and uncivilized.

 

[Kaodi]

Makharats smirk only widens as he replies, " Were I you, I would not make the mistake of thinking that I am not most savage and extremely uncivilized, at least by your curious Southlander standards. There is no mystery here. The Deneith commander of the mercenary company I fought with often dictated his letters to one of his underlings. I listened. "

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

Wulfcyne's bellowed laughter rings throughout the message station, though the warrior keeps a sharp eye out for any who may be too interested in their party.

 

[Moggthegob]

About two hours later you get a return message bearing one word :Excellent.

 

[Kaodi]

Stroking his chin, Makharat says to the rest of the group, " Then we have a dinner date. Best not to keep them waiting, eh? Keep your eyes sharp. "

 

[Graybeard]

This should be interesting. Nuria comments to no one in particular as she follows Makharat.

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

The Warrior jerks a thick thumb at the prisoner and asks, 'Wha' about him?'

 

[Kaodi]

" I would slit his throat but for the possibility, perhaps probability, that this phase of my plan does not work out as I had hoped, " says Makharat. " Just hit him over the head and stash him somewhere secure until our business is over. "

 

[Moggthegob]

Where are you stashing the body?

Anyhow you come across the Bunch of Grapes, the nearest Tavern to the lightning rail station and it is an dimly lit restaurant separatedinto private eating compartments to give maximum security. It is not a House Ghallanda run establishment and a goblin, dressed in a red tuxedo with a red bow tie and greased bac hair stand up on a stool and looks atyou all with a smile Rezzervationz?

 

[Dirk Nightbreese]

After collecting his well crafted manacles, Wulfcyne follows the group to the eatery. Stowing his bow, the soldier seems out of place and very much on guard.