Constables of the 14th Ward Part 2

[Rhun]

Braevil nods and smiles at the half-orc. "Thank you, my friend. Should you ever need the help of the law, please don't hesitate to seek me out."

Stepping away from the desk, the cleric ushers his companions back outside the shipping office where they won't be overheard. "Well, we have a name. Carolton Drueglefish. I don't suppose either of you recognize it?"

 

[Helfdan]

Alarion of Tovarre

"Alas, good priest, I know not this name. Do you, Darius?"

 

[xedr]

[highlight]"Carolton Druegelfish?!"[/highlight] exclaims Darius. [highlight]"Well well well. My my my. Good ol' Druegelfish. Yes yes. For as long as I've been a constable, I've been following the exploits of many notorious characters, and I can definitely say I've never heard of Carolton Druegelfish. How about you Wally? Ever heard of Druegelfish?"[/highlight]

 

[Leif]

Wally Alphonsus

Wally is intently excavating the fetid morass that is his navel. Upon hearing Darius's question, he glances up, briefly, and then returns his attention to his chosen task.

"Droogle which? Nope, can't say I have ever heard the name before. Why don't you ask the other constables? They're trained for that sort of thing, aren't they? Anybody got a spoon I can borrow?"

 

[xedr]

Back in the workshop, Darius questions the foreman [highlight] "where can we find Carolton Drueglefish? Can you tell me who guards your shipments?"[/highlight]

ooc: if the answers are negative, Darius will try to follow the "shipping trail" - i.e. where do the weapons get crated? Where do the crates get stored? Where do the stored crates get loaded on a cart? Where does the cart come from? Who hires the guards? Can I talk to the guards?

 

[Leif]

The Foreman

"Carolton who? Never heard of him. Our packing, crating, and shipping are handled here and out back by the stable."

You probe around a bit more, and find some of the guards out back. This group of guards is waiting for the next shipment to be ready to escort. They look like minimally experienced soldier types (think npc Warrior class, sort of a stripped-down fighter). They tell you that they are called in to work just before a shipment is ready to go out. They are all "temps" hired for one job at a time from the Mercenaries Guild. They tell you that there are usually between 4 and 10 guards per shipment, depending upon availability of guards, the value of the shipment, and the destination of the shipment. The most knowledgeable person to ask about the shipments, you quickly learn, is Cookie, the "mess sergeant," who seems to be a regular employee of Blue Basilisk.

 

[xedr]

[highlight]"Where can we find this Cookie monst... errr... I mean person?"[/highlight] asks Darius, looking around and wondering where his companions have wandered off to.

 

[Leif]

[highlight]"Where can we find this Cookie monst... errr... I mean person?"[/highlight] asks Darius, looking around and wondering where his companions have wandered off to.

OOC: He is usually summoned by the spell, " 'C' is for Cookie, is Good Enough for Me......." AHEM! But seriously, folks....

IC: Turns out that, yes, he is there today. "What can Ahs do ya fer, Pilgrim?"

OOC: I fully expect Darius's companions to "wander" back at any time now.

 

[Rhun]

Brae wanders up to join Darius, having gotten sidetrack with looking at the operations of the Blue Basilisk. "Ah, there you are Constable Darius. Sorry, I got sidetracked." Turning his attention to "Cookie" Brae smiles and greets the man. "We are looking for someone by the name of Carolton Druglefish. We thought you might be able to steer us in the right direction?"

 

[Leif]

Brae wanders up to join Darius, having gotten sidetrack with looking at the operations of the Blue Basilisk. "Ah, there you are Constable Darius. Sorry, I got sidetracked." Turning his attention to "Cookie" Brae smiles and greets the man. "We are looking for someone by the name of Carolton Drueglefish. We thought you might be able to steer us in the right direction?"

OOC: THERE! THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!! (See OOC Thread) BRAVO, RHUN!!

IC: "Steer you? I'll have to hitch you to my wagon first! Haw haw haw haw haw haw haw, [he pauses to inhale deeply] haw haw haw haw haw haw haw haw haw haw haw"

(You are taken aback at what a toal ass this fellow seems to be.)

Cookie wipes a tear from the corner of his eye with his handkerchief before continuing, "Carolton Drueglefish? Ain't he that Ranger fela that rides around a few miles from the city and acts like he owns the whole ding dang place?"

OOC: Where's Jonas when you need him, eh?