[sblock=non-Rezak]The old man nods. "Wait here." He scampers off.
In a few minutes he returns with another man and grins. “Here’s your package, mateys! Heehee, have fun, y’ lubbers!”
“I am Simion Torenescu,” says the other man, a distinguished-looking older gentleman. “I am a statesman. It is important that I reach the Senator’s house in secrecy - and safety. Since you are new to town, you will not draw the attention his bodyguards would. Will you help?”[/sblock]
[sblock=non-Rezak]Torenescu nods. "Excellent."
Suddenly, a number of ragged-looking men - ten in all - approach the base of the gangplank. The men bear bound swords and unbound daggers, but do not raise them. One man steps forward and kneels on one knee.
He says, “Lord Simion, our sovereign master Prince Dimitrios, Ruler of the Beggars, sends us as his solemn oath of homage to the Torenescu. Receive us into your service.”
At this, Simion laughs uproariously, clapping his hands and stamping his feet. “Well said, dog of a beggar,” says Simion. “And so you shall join my bodyguard!"[/sblock]
Celythia becomes even more concerned as the armed men appear. She shakes her head, and again whispers at Caridoc. "This cannot be good. Something stinks with this latest development."
Indicating your group, Simion explains to the 'beggars' "And these skilled adventurers are new in town and have agreed to help us."
"How do you wish to proceed?" he asks you, allowing your group to take the lead in choosing the marching order.