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<blockquote data-quote="Halivar" data-source="post: 1254064" data-attributes="member: 9327">As you trump up the stairs, you find that the balcony that was shrouded in darkness from the below in the common room is actually very dimly lit by two lanterns in the corner. A large, fat human sits at a table laden with scrumptious goodies that all look half eaten. In his hand he holds what appears to be a very nice cigar. Looted, no doubt, by the slave raiders.&nbsp; &nbsp;The dirty oaf is standing in the corner, grinning nervously, while disinterested thugs play cards at a nearby table. The fat human has two pretty wenches lean on each side of him, each holding a large bone with bits of meat still on them. The &quot;baron&quot; apparently doesn't feed himself.&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&quot;Have a seat, gentlemen,&quot; the &quot;baron&quot; says surprisingly articulately. He is perhaps the most immaculately dressed gent you have yet seen in Highport. His accent indicates that he is no local baron at all, but rather a foreigner (perhaps even adventurer) who has fallen in with the slavers. &quot;I'm the Baron, and I manage commercial interests for certain vendors of goods in these parts. I'd ask you to have a seat, but our business is best kept short.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;He take a long puff on his cigar, and blows a smoke ring over your heads. &quot;The cost is 500 per item. The price is non-negotiable. Bring your money to the Temple of Ehlonna at midnight, and we'll take you down to the storage facility, where you may pick out the items you wish to purchase.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;He turns to the wench on his right and tears a chunk of meat off the bone with his teeth. Speaking while chewing, he give you a long and steady gaze and says, &quot;Well? Our business is finished for now.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Halivar, post: 1254064, member: 9327"] As you trump up the stairs, you find that the balcony that was shrouded in darkness from the below in the common room is actually very dimly lit by two lanterns in the corner. A large, fat human sits at a table laden with scrumptious goodies that all look half eaten. In his hand he holds what appears to be a very nice cigar. Looted, no doubt, by the slave raiders. The dirty oaf is standing in the corner, grinning nervously, while disinterested thugs play cards at a nearby table. The fat human has two pretty wenches lean on each side of him, each holding a large bone with bits of meat still on them. The "baron" apparently doesn't feed himself. "Have a seat, gentlemen," the "baron" says surprisingly articulately. He is perhaps the most immaculately dressed gent you have yet seen in Highport. His accent indicates that he is no local baron at all, but rather a foreigner (perhaps even adventurer) who has fallen in with the slavers. "I'm the Baron, and I manage commercial interests for certain vendors of goods in these parts. I'd ask you to have a seat, but our business is best kept short." He take a long puff on his cigar, and blows a smoke ring over your heads. "The cost is 500 per item. The price is non-negotiable. Bring your money to the Temple of Ehlonna at midnight, and we'll take you down to the storage facility, where you may pick out the items you wish to purchase." He turns to the wench on his right and tears a chunk of meat off the bone with his teeth. Speaking while chewing, he give you a long and steady gaze and says, "Well? Our business is finished for now." [/QUOTE]

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