Death in Freeport

[Shayuri]

"People who don't judge others probably make friends like that a lot," Arcata observes, sitting at the table Hinjo indicates. "That description...not fitting in...certainly includes me at the moment."

 

[doghead]

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"People who don't judge others probably make friends like that a lot," Arcata observes, sitting at the table Hinjo indicates. "That description...not fitting in...certainly includes me at the moment."

Hinjo lets his gaze wonder around the room for a while he gets to work on his soup and bread. Various responses to Arcata's statement pass through the barbarian's mind, but they all seem rather trite.

"Are you from Freeport originally?" he says eventually. As Hinjo works his way through the rest of his dinner, he follows up with more questions about where Arcata grew up. He seems genuinely interested, and from the way the questions roll off the tongue, it would seem he has asked these questions many times before. If asked about it, the barbarian warrior regales Arcata with stories about a little boy in land far away, chasing traders and travellers around the countryside, pestering them with questions about the places they have been and seen.

Assuming, of course, that Arcata seems inclined to talk about it. If not, he sticks to asking about Freeport, where to buy this or that, interesting things to see. The usual new in town sort of chatter.

 

[Voadam]

Flashback to the bar info gathering

Arcata nods, then asks, "I'm curious. Has anyone else been asking about Scarbelly recently? I mean, not a ruffian looking for a captain, but more out of place. Scholarly sort, perhaps."

Dourman looks sharply "There was one, a young man about a week ago. He asked about Scarbelly, the Vengeance, and the Rusty Tankard. An odd young man, looked like he hadn't slept much and was so jumpy and intense. I didn't ask his name. I gave him the same advice I gave you, no matter the wrongs he's done you, its best to steer clear of Scarbelly. Better to join a merchantman and see the rest of the world and start anew. He only came in that once though. I don't think he took my advice. I hope he's not at the bottom of the harbor." Dourman shakes his head at the thought.

 

[Voadam]

Placing a silver piece onto the table and sliding it to the man at the table, Aidan adds in a low voice "That's for keeping this conversation private. There's more if your information is useful."

Pulling up a chair, Aidan's hands drop to the hilt of his dagger and his sword. Flashing a big smile at Urth for the benefit of any onlookers, he says "And if you can't keep this private, you'll be lucky if you can gum your food and piss blood when I'm done with you. We sailing to the same heading, mate?"


OOC: Voadam, let me know if Gather Info roll(s) are appropriate or if you want to do them on the sly as necessary. I'm assuming that unless this conversation sours to the point where interrogation ensues, Intimidate doesn't apply. --Thanks.

Urth smiles ingratiatingly as he takes the coin, a smile marred by warring undercurrents of fear and hate that are not fully masked. "Course. Of course. I don't know nothing about nobody. I just hang out here by myself. Mate." He turns back to Dogrynn "You want to know about Scarbelly? The green orc captain? I dealt with one of his crew a few times afore, an orc called Ina. Normally he's got a little something from their voyages thats good for some coin. Always comes to see me. Not this time. They's shut up tight in their bloody Vengeance. Must have a big haul in there to keep em all under wraps." He looks over Dogrynn and Aidan and your swords "Scarbelly and his crew are just orcs, you know. If any others were to end up with something from that haul, Grin, you know where they can go for quick coins no questions." He gives another smile with a lot of ugly teeth.


ooc no PC skill rolls necessary.

 

[doghead]

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y "There was one, a young man about a week ago. He asked about Scarbelly, the Vengeance, and the Rusty Tankard. An odd young man, looked like he hadn't slept much and was so jumpy and intense. I didn't ask his name. I gave him the same advice I gave you, no matter the wrongs he's done you, its best to steer clear of Scarbelly. Better to join a merchantman and see the rest of the world and start anew. He only came in that once though. I don't think he took my advice. I hope he's not at the bottom of the harbor."

* back at the bar *

Hinjo leans a little closer.

"The Vengence [iirc] is Scarbelly's ship. But the Rusty Tankard? Is that another tavern?

"Did any of the questions strike you as unusual? Did the man give any indication of why he was looking, or what he was looking for?"

 

[Shayuri]

Arcata nods. "Yes, what's this about the Rusty Tankard? Do you remember what specifically he asked?"

 

[Shayuri]

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Hinjo lets his gaze wonder around the room for a while he gets to work on his soup and bread. Various responses to Arcata's statement pass through the barbarian's mind, but they all seem rather trite.

"Are you from Freeport originally?" he says eventually. As Hinjo works his way through the rest of his dinner, he follows up with more questions about where Arcata grew up. He seems genuinely interested, and from the way the questions roll off the tongue, it would seem he has asked these questions many times before. If asked about it, the barbarian warrior regales Arcata with stories about a little boy in land far away, chasing traders and travellers around the countryside, pestering them with questions about the places they have been and seen.

Assuming, of course, that Arcata seems inclined to talk about it. If not, he sticks to asking about Freeport, where to buy this or that, interesting things to see. The usual new in town sort of chatter.

"I'm not from Freeport, no," Arcata admits. "In fact, I haven't been here long."

In saying that though, her face clouds over, and she eats quietly for a moment before saying apologetically, "I came here under bad circumstances, honestly. It's not something I want to talk about right now. I'm sorry if I seem rude."

 

[Erekose13]

"Always knew I could count on you Urth. Now if you really do want a cut of things, don't go telling no one that we are looking fer Scarbelly." replies Dogrynn.

 

[doghead]

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[doghead]

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* at the bar *

"Yes, what's this about the Rusty Tankard? Do you remember what specifically he asked?"

Hinjo turns his attention to the barman.

* at the table *

"I'm not from Freeport, no," Arcata admits. "In fact, I haven't been here long."

In saying that though, her face clouds over, and she eats quietly for a moment before saying apologetically, "I came here under bad circumstances, honestly. It's not something I want to talk about right now. I'm sorry if I seem rude."

"I have had rougher brush offs than that. Don't worry about it."

Hinjo glances around the room, then down at his near empty bowl.

"If you have no more questions, perhaps we should be on our way."

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