Bloodcove Disguise

[galahad0430]

The boy tells Chaucer they can have dinner either in their room or in the common room. He also informs you that all the merchants close up at dark. He also tells you that there are several places of entertainment of which the Sanguine Pit is the most famous. It is known for its nightly fight contests between dangerous creatures from the area.
When you go down for dinner you see that the place fills up quickly as this is evidently a local favorite for dinner. The place is mostly filled with merchants and visitors, but you do see the occasional, obviously prosperous pirate captain.

 

[nothingpoetic]

As the others cool down, Chaucer puts his pack down on one of the beds. Unhooking the hooks, he begins to take everything out, bit by bit, and then proceeds to repack the whole lot again. Making sure the things that need to be accessible are, and the things that will probably not be necessary, are shoved further down into the pack. Once he is done, he finds a mirror and mutters something under his breath. Any loose hairs find their way back into place, and dirt and grime from the road falls to the floor, and whatever sweat that was on his face is now gone.
"I am heading down to the common room to await dinner and have a glass of wine, should I expect any of you to come down and eat, or will you all be dining up here tonight?"

As he heads downstairs, he finds a comfortable seat and orders a glass of chilled wine, and eyes the crowd looking for someone who could be useful.

OOC: I am assuming it is evening time, if it is not, then make the meal Lunch and I will probably have a few actions in the evening.

 

[galahad0430]

OOC: you are correct, it is evening

 

[jackslate45]

Aradra will follow Chaucer out, but leaves his longbow in the room. That might stand out too much here. However, he does have the rapier at his side, and the dagger hidden in his boot. Maybe I can find something to better hide that dagger...This IS a pirate town after all.

Once downstairs, he sits in the seat adjacent to Chaucer. He also keeps a sharp eye out for anyone acting different.

 

[maquise]

Mandalo examines the occupants of the common room. "I'm sure now would be the time to make some statement along the lines of 'Wretched hive of scum and villany.' Most of these people live in fear and misery, oppressed by those too weak of spirit to do anything but prey on those less fortunate then themselves. I'd help them, if I could."

Mandalo eats some, but does not seem very enthusiastic. "If you don't have any need of me, I'll retire. I'd like our business here to be concluded swiftly, and I have no interest in bloodsports or whatever."

 

[udalrich]

Before going down to join the others, Syldar wonders about the source of the cool air. After checking that they are alone, she says "draíochta a lorg" and examines the vents.

She contemplates what weapons to bring to dinner, but she does not have a small weapon and wants to look like a merchant rather than an adventurer. "Does anybody have a spare rapier or similar 'upper class' weapon I could borrow during dinner? A bow would seem out of place on a merchant, but many nobles carry rapiers, so that should be less unusual. Especially since we are in a pirate town."

[sblock="Magic"]Detect Magic. Make any rolls Syldar needs to see if she can identify the source. Spellcraft is +7 (+9 to id magic items) and Know(Arcana) is +7[/sblock]

 

[galahad0430]

Syldar concentrates for a moment, but can detect no magic. Looking at the vent you determine that if any magic is involved it is probably in the cellar and blocked from your detection.
Downstairs, the place is busy. During dinnertime, the Leeward Inn is more like a restaraunt than a tavern and serves a decent variety of food. One thing you notice is that though the noise level from conversation is high, very few conversations are had outside of the tables they are at. Most patrons keep to their own parties.

OOC: If there is anything specific you want to accomplish here or during the night, let me know. Otherwise I will move on to the next morning

 

[nothingpoetic]

Chaucer nods to Syldar when she arrives, and waves Mandalo back up to the rooms. As the table fills with his companions, Chaucer excuses himself, and heads up to the bar, holding an empty wine glass.

As he sets it down, he asks the barkeep quietly, "Excuse me sir, I have a few questions and was wondering if you could help me out a little bit. I am currently in the market for some Hocks Blood Ferns, Juliping Toadstools, and a few other native plants to this region for a wealthy client interested in alternative potions, but haven't made contact with the man who was supposed to help me get acquainted with such things. Perhaps you know of him, or know where I can find him, his name is Senzer Rulkep."

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

In the interest of appearing like pirate scum Raynucio switches from his usual wines to whiskey, though his curled lip reveals what he thinks of the quality. He knocks back a few glasses before forcing himself to forgo table manners and eat like a peasant, tearing into a haunch of mutton.

Still relatively early he heads up to his room and goes through a slightly unsteady weapon drill before collapsing into bed.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Kalinn takes the lads words to mean that upstanding merchants such as themselves won't find any business in Sangre delSol at night. She drifts down to the common room and takes up a post not far from Syldar, standing quietly and observing the room - as any good bodyguard would do. She takes a light meal, but doesn't relax her vigil as she eats, and when Syldar finally retires Kalinn follows her up to the room.