B6: The Veiled Society - IC

[jkason]

Barek Fhald, half-orc bard

Barek sighed as the door shut.

"Indeed," he agreed with his elven companion. "Though I suppose we've always been on our own since entering, temporary alliances or no. Too bad your guild membership didn't come with free scrying services.

"I've no idea how to contact our beggar friends otherwise, or Theosius. And, honestly, with all the tangled alliances in this city, I'm not entirely sure he's on our side. Or whose side we're really on."

The half-orc shrugs. "Nothing more to do than rejoin Rezak, I suppose. Shall we?"

 

[Rhun]

"After you, then," says Celythia with a smile. The elf was starting to wish for a nice, hot bath, a glass of fine wine, and a spellbook to read. All this traipsing about the city was just starting to become annoying.

 

[ghostcat]

"Oh no, not more walking." says Caridoc "My feet are killing me." Never-the-less he takes up his position at the back of the party.

 

[Rhun]

Celythia smiles at the gnome. "I certainly prefer soft grass beneath my feet."

 

[HolyMan]

Rezak tries to take up the best vantage point to keep an eye on the comings and goings of the tavern patrons.

OOC: back btw.

 

[kinem]

[sblock=Rezak]Disguised as an older beggar, most of the people on the streets ignore you. You receive a few coppers and a few taunts.

As the evening wears on, more people make their way in to the tavern, mostly men, and some leave. The crowd seems fairly ordinary for a low-end tavern where dock workers might hang out. The bagpipe music stops for a while, then gets going again.

You do see a red-haired man come down the street and go inside. He's alone and expressionless.[/sblock]
The party makes its way back to the Blue Water Mead Hall, and sees Rezak in his old beggar disguise. You might have overlooked him, but since you expect him to be there and know him well, it's not hard to realize that it's him.

 

[HolyMan]

"I tink r'boy be insides," Rezak says joining the others. "If'n I were he I would get rid o'dat red headed banner I always be walkin' bouts wit."

 

[jkason]

Barek Fhald, half-orc bard

Barek keeps his distance from Rezak, and hopefully any direct sight lines on the Inn. Instead, he mutters a brief cantrip so that they might converse at a distance. Rezak finds himself hearing the following as if the half-orc were whispering it directly into his ear. "We had no luck finding the senator, though I'm hoping the message I left may yet draw him here with some measure of reinforcements," Barek tells Rezak. "I'm not keen to enter now, if only because I think we might have a chance to catch far more of the conspirators if we let this meeting take place."

Barek will convey anything Rezak says over the magical link to the others, and likewise transmit their input to Rezak.

OOC: Message cantrip

 

[Rhun]

Celythia remains quiet, content to let her other companions make the plans.

 

[ghostcat]

Caridoc assumes his normal function of guard and keeps a lookout for anyone paying attention to the party. At the same time he sees if there is a desurted ally, they can lurk in.

"But were do we wait. We're currently standing out from the crowd." he says.