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Message: <blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 1144020" data-attributes="member: 2292">In fact, it takes four.  By day Geoffrey makes a point of being seen, using the Bakers room as a watch place where he can observe the Tavern until the mid evening.  By night Blarth and Halgo make the rounds, making their way in and out of the tavern while being as vocal as possible about their dislike of the humans of the city and their desire to see orcs elevated to a new station.  Their efforts are occasionally hampered by the short duration of Halgo’s magic, with the dwarven wizard often having to leave every half hour or so to recast the spell and continue his disguise.It’s on the fourth night that they’re approached by a tall, dark-haired orc dressed in burned amber robes.  He strides purposefully towards their table, settling into a seat opposite Blarth without asking permission.“Halgar not say you could sit there,” Halgo menaces.“Gromeck not care,” the stranger says.  “Gromeck need speak with you.”“Blarth not care,” Blarth snarls, leaning close to stare the orc in the eye.  “You not sit at Blarth table unless you buy Blarth beer.”Gromeck locks gazes with Blarth for a few moments, then breaks into a wide grin.  “Excellent,” Gromeck says.  “What you drinking?”He gestures, and the harried barkeeper hurries to bring three tankards to the table.  Halgo watches the barkeep as he approaches, reading a look of pure terror on the orcs face.  “What you want?” Halgo demands.  “Halgar and Blarth busy.”“Gromeck hears stories about you two,” Gromeck rumbles, still smiling.  “Hear you mighty warriors, hate humans, want to join the Children of Fire.”“Yeah,” Blarth says.“Well, Gromeck might be able to help you.  Gromeck may know people, if you interested.”“Yeah,” says Blarth.“But first Gromeck need your help.  Need you to prove you worthy.  Gromeck only need strong orc, smart orc.  Otherwise no good to Targ.  You look like smart orc, you look like strong orc.  You smart?  You strong?”“Yeah,” says Blarth.“No-one here strong enough for this,” Gromeck grumbles.  “All afraid.  Don’t want trouble.  Gromeck need shadowy-orc, not afraid of law.  Gromeck need orc who don’t mind hurting people.”“Yeah,” says Blarth.“You know Bakery across road?”“Yeah,” says Blarth.“Justicar in Bakery.  Justicar looking for Gromeck.  Justicar with necklace, can follow Gromeck when he leave.  You bring Gromeck Justicar head, you get gold.  Good gold.  Maybe then Gromeck take you to Targ.”“Yeah,” Blarth says, drinking deeply from his ale.“Why head?” Halgo demands.  “Why need kill justicar?  Just make Clerics mad, bring more to hurt orcs.  Why not steal symbol, make Justicar unable to follow.”“You good thief?” Gromeck demands.  “You steal symbol from Justicar neck?”“Yeah,” Blarth says.“If you hit him hard enough to knock ‘im out first,” Halgo adds.Gromeck beams wildly.“You smart orcs,” he says.  “Kind of orcs Gromeck needs.  You bring Gromeck symbol, Gromeck give gold.  Tomorrow, okay?”“Yeah,” Blarth says.  They shake hands on the deal, and watch as Gromeck leaves the tavern.“Right,” Halgo says.  “Who’s going to convince Geoffrey he needs to give up that shiny new holy symbol for the good of the mission?”“Yeah,” says Blarth.  He pauses for a moment, considering his response."Er, Blarth mean not me."</blockquote>

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