D2: Lost Manor (nimisgod judging)

After remaining silent, sitting before a fire with a full belly, Richard relaxes again after his slight embarassment.
"So Lucien, I'll return the question to you, how do you come to the life you now lead?"
 

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As the group sits down at the table Ridik sits next to Gardner, in face of Slim, who is sitting between ao'Thuir and Rinya. The goblin asks for five pint of ale. "I hope you like ale, and you don't think it is too early. I personaly hate to drink alcool too late, it disturb the sleep. You better to moderate on it and drink it earlier. That way, you never get drunk. But I must tell I don't drink that much. Monastery doesn't have alcool, so it is only during my travel, and even there, I don't drink that much."

As the ale is put on the table the goblin looks at Gardner. "Maybe you want to start... oh, before." the goblin raise his mugs "To our new friend. Cheer."
 


Richard Rawen said:
After remaining silent, sitting before a fire with a full belly, Richard relaxes again after his slight embarassment.
"So Lucien, I'll return the question to you, how do you come to the life you now lead?"
Lucien puts his fork down and lets out a small sigh. "I grew up with my mother, in an elven commune to the North. Being half-human, I wasn't exactly a popular figure in the community so I spent most of my time in the surrounding forest, learning to fend for myself and studying the ways of nature. Once, on an extended hunting trip, I ran across a small village, really nothing more than a collection of huts. It had been ravaged by a small horde of zombies. I tracked down the abominations and destroyed them. It was the first time I felt a purpose to my life. I never returned to my home after that. Instead I've ventured out, looking for the person responsible for creating those undead horrors. I'm going to find him, and when I do..." Lucien stares out at nothing, a hard look on his face, his eyes going dark. Finally he stirs. "Well, lets just say that those skeletons upstairs were just a warmup."
 

Dungannon said:
Lucien puts his fork down and lets out a small sigh. "I grew up with my mother, in an elven commune to the North. Being half-human, I wasn't exactly a popular figure in the community so I spent most of my time in the surrounding forest, learning to fend for myself and studying the ways of nature. Once, on an extended hunting trip, I ran across a small village, really nothing more than a collection of huts. It had been ravaged by a small horde of zombies. I tracked down the abominations and destroyed them. It was the first time I felt a purpose to my life. I never returned to my home after that. Instead I've ventured out, looking for the person responsible for creating those undead horrors. I'm going to find him, and when I do..." Lucien stares out at nothing, a hard look on his face, his eyes going dark. Finally he stirs. "Well, lets just say that those skeletons upstairs were just a warmup."

Richards broad smile in response to Lucien's dire words seems out of place, yet smile he does.
"Now that is a good purpose my friend!. May it be the gods will that your time of vengeance will come soon, that I may partner with you in the defeat of such a cowardly murderer."
 


"OK Slim. Here's the deal. We hear you have a line on the Meijer place. Since we are currenlty employed protecting the place, we believe we are in a unique postion to offer you and your employers a helping hand in getting whatever you need from the place. We only need to hear the plan, and if we agree, we'd like to meet your employer? What say you?", Gardner says with an even open tone.
 

Slim casts a nervous glance around him. Perspiration starts to bead generously on his forehead, but he is too anxious to pull out his hankerchief (or he doesn't have one).

"Ummm... that sounds fair. I've been told of no such deal. He keeps most of his plans to himself.

But uh...I could meet with him... but, uh, I should probably talk to him about it first. To make sure that you guys are alright with him..."

Sense Motive 20
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He doesn't seem to be lying. You've probably encountered men like him before. He's more a pawn than anything else.

In your case, a useful pawn if you somehow get him to cooperate. But right now, he's scared pantsless by you, while he's been paid handsomely by his employer.
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OOG: Sorry about the delays. It's been one of those weeks (or months)
You're either about half-way through. Fortunately, a more exciting part is coming up.
 


ao'Thuir is also completely oblivious to any body language Slim is using. He replies, "I am sure that he knows about us already. Given the potential, I think he'd be alright with it." going along with whatever Gardner is doing at the moment.
 

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