Assassin City

[Dire Lemming]

Ethranor and Diane make their way towards the home of Duke Melenova. They enter the market with it's many stalls containing the expensive and exotic goods of many foreign merchants. Unlike the market of the low ward in which the majority of products is of the edible variety. The high ward market contains almost exclusively luxury goods. A cryer can be heard calling out over the relatively small crowd of shoppers. "...ye! Hear ye! This morn, the eldest daughter of her majesty's servant Duke Francis Melenova was reported missing. A reward is promised to any who bring forth information leading to her recovery! Please check to bulletin or ask at the nearest city guard post for more information." he gestures to a bulletin board next to him as he continues "Hear ye! Hear ye! News from the empire! The uncouth heathens are massing again..." The cryer continues on about international news, eventually coming back around to the duke's daughter.

 

[Nightbreeze]

Aye, she shall be delivered, packaged and with a pink ribbon. Ethranor smirks Would you like a pink ribbon, Diane? Personally, it's a color that I detest, but it goes well on beautiful girls - then he goes on, heading for the residence of duke Melanova. He will just leave everything in the hands of Diane, and say nothing unless directly questioned.

 

[Dire Lemming]

"Would you like to see one on me?" Diane asks curiously. Interestingly enough, Ethranor sees a stall ahead of them selling, among other things, ribbons of various colors.

 

[Nightbreeze]

I think it would be charming. Let's see... he scans through the ribbons, picks a pink one and adjusts it on Diane's hair. Do you like it?

ooc: I haven't still deleted the gold for the dress, but I haven't added the payment that we already received, too. I have to admit that I am a little bit lazy, but I am keeping the numbers in mind.

 

[Dire Lemming]

OOC: The ribbons are one gold each.

"Yes, it's lovely." Diane responds, smiling radiantly. "Well come on lets hurry up so you can meet daddy." Diane grabs Ethranor's hand and yanks him along at a quicker pace than before. It seems that his gift has given her a sense of confidence. Unfortunately, after another five minutes of walking she lows down again. The streets have steadily started to slope up hill and at this point they are getting fairly steep. Diane starts to slow down, and she is evidently having some sort of problem with her shoes. "It's just ahead. Ow! Oh, I don't know what's wrong. My feet hurt."

This area contains several properties, all quite large. Any one of them could be the one.

 

[Nightbreeze]

Which one, Diane?

Ethranor looks around for someone with a horse. He will gently ask him to lend it to the lady: her feet hurts, and she needs to get home as fast as possible. (diplomacy check if needed)

 

[Dire Lemming]

"It's the next manor on the right... I guess I'm just not used to walking this much... It's alright, I can make- Ow!" Diane seems to loose her balance and grabs onto Ethranor to keep from falling... or just to grab onto him.

The gate of the next manor on the right is about 150 feet away. Horses aren't usually used on the steeper streets of the high ward. Nobles usually use litters carried by servants to ride up and down the slopes. As luck would have it however there are not any nearby. The streets here really aren't that busy at all.

 

[Nightbreeze]

Ethranor supports Diane and tell her "Well, I would gladly carry you (we were speaking about the package with pink ribbon, right?), but it would be the easiest way to get your father pissed and all of the guards snickering about you".

"Bah, to the hell with it. Who cares. My father would laugh like a drunk squirrel if he saw me this cautious." - and he picks Diane in his arms and carries her to the manor. Not being a complete fool, however, he will let her down right in front of the gate and just support her from there on.

ooc: I feel tricked in this

 

[Dire Lemming]

Diane links her fingers behind Ethranor's neck. "Don't worry, I'm sure my father will approve of you. You're much more of a gentleman than Alton." She presses her head into his chest and closes her eyes blissfully.

Ethranor trudges on up the hill. Diane isn't particularly heavy, in fact she's on the light side, having a small frame and a thin physique. Of course he's still carrying an extra 100 or so bounds uphill, and by the time he nears the gate he is starting to perspire. Oddly, Diane doesn't seem to mind terribly. Like most of the manors in the high ward, the gate into the grounds has a pair of guards in high quality chain mail flanking it. Each holds a halberd in their hands and wears a long sword at their waste, as is typical of gate guards in the high ward.

 

[Nightbreeze]

Here we are, Diane Ethranor murmurs and steps toward the guards. Well, greetings to you, good sirs. I hear that you were looking for the young lady Melanova? Well, thank the sky, her only injury is a strained leg.