Death in Freeport

[Shayuri]

From under her heavy hood's hem, Arcata narrows her eyes.

"There, the man going in now. Can you see what he's carrying, Dogrynn?"

She concentrates on Anton and whispers under her breath. Inside the inn, Anton hears Arcata's voice as if she were sitting next to him, whispering into his ear.

"I think he's coming inside now. Big man, hooded, with an axe. He's carrying something. Don't stare, but don't let him out of your sight."

 

[Erekose13]

"Nah can't tell from here. I'm ready if our new friends need us though. I can take him." says Dogrynn quietly and confidently.

 

[Le Noir Faineant]

A tall man enters the tavern, his face and most part of his body hidden under a cloak of light orange colour. Clearly visible under the cape are the shapes of a sword, and something even longer and broader. - A club maybe?

He will look around, apparently unsure what to do, and then approach the man with the axe, greeting him as if he was an old comrade. From there, he'll call out for the bartender.

"Bring your best ale, oh taverner, for me and my friend here, and good meat and bread, if you have!"

 

[Graybeard]

Anton sits at his booth while sipping a brandy. He watches the two newcomers with slight interest without seeming to stare too intently. He will glance their way from time to time while casually looking about the room.

 

[Voadam]

The hulking cowled figure enters shortly after Arcata's magical missive is sent to Wilbur and Anton. He stops and glances around as if looking for someone then heads over to a booth near the back that affords a view of the entrance. He places something down in the booth, sets his axe within easy reach laying next to the bench and lowers himself into the booth.

A tall man enters the tavern, his face and most part of his body hidden under a cloak of light orange colour. Clearly visible under the cape are the shapes of a sword, and something even longer and broader. - A club maybe?

He looks around, apparently unsure what to do, and then approaches the figure with the axe, greeting him as if he was an old comrade. From there, he'll call out for the bartender.

The cowled figure leans forward and scans the tall man piercingly. This places his features out of shadow momentarily showing the tuscked visage of a powerful green orc to the tall man. "Sit down and lower your voice. You Kenzil's new poppet? If not you'd best scamper off now afore I decide I wants me some manflesh instead of stew tonight." He brings his left hand up and rests his elbow on the table, the axe within easy grasping reach as Justin feels the weight of the orc's scrutiny on him.

Anton sits at his booth while sipping a brandy. He watches the two newcomers with slight interest without seeming to stare too intently. He will glance their way from time to time while casually looking about the room.

 

[Walking Dad]

On the first glance, Wilbur seems to stare at the two men, but a second look confirms that he in fact stares through them. Weird...

 

[Le Noir Faineant]

"Sit down and lower your voice. You Kenzil's new poppet? If not you'd best scamper off now afore I decide I wants me some manflesh instead of stew tonight."

Justin gulps visibly, but then gets a grip on himself.

"I am sorry, Sir. But the other guests will now think I am just a drunkard, and stop paying attention", he whispers.
"Kenzil said you had more instructions for me, and", Justin will do his best to appear cold and hard-boiled, "that my special services would be needed. - My account is of three, and I have worked alone on these. In fact, Kenzil sent me here to learn from you."

 

[Voadam]

Justin gulps visibly, but then gets a grip on himself.

"I am sorry, Sir. But the other guests will now think I am just a drunkard, and stop paying attention", he whispers.
"Kenzil said you had more instructions for me, and", Justin will do his best to appear cold and hard-boiled, "that my special services would be needed. - My account is of three, and I have worked alone on these. In fact, Kenzil sent me here to learn from you."

The orc draws the young man into the booth and their conversation goes to a low tone that does not carry.

Justin
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"Wizards!" he hisses. "To Acheron with your whole stinking lot. I've been waiting days for him to come and he sends me a poppet. He sent you to learn what happened did he? We found his buddy with the claw tattoo where he said. Kenzil's charm worked, claw's dragon magic didn't, and I added him to my axe list. We burned his villa to the ground after we got the staff and amulet. I got 'em under lock and key, just waiting for Kenzil's fire rubies. Now poppet, tell me where Kenzil is with my payment and I won't cut off your left hand as a message to that benevolent master of yours that I'm sick of sitting on my thumbs."
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The orc scowls and pulls back in the booth a little as the red haired bar maid brings over some food.

 

[Le Noir Faineant]

Justin answers to the the orc, this time apparently more sure of himself.
His eyes narrow, and one hand disappears under the table. (To hide that his hand is shaking, but who will tell?)

[sblock]"Look, Sir orc, I have no idea what you are bragging about, but neither am I a wizard, nor was I sent to you like a freakin' page to deliver any sort of payment. I come here to talk to you about our next bloodwork, which we are to perform together, as a team. Kenzhil said you would have the details on the target. If that is not true, or if there's any other detail that son of a hag hasn't told me yet, our commitment ends here and now." [/sblock]

Apparently frustrated and angry, Justin takes his ale and drinks a deep draught, before he slams the mug back on the table.

"What a waste of time!"

Does Justin notice that some of the other guests are watching him and the orc?

 

[Voadam]

The orc leans forward and hisses[sblock]"Kenzil told you to join my crew for some bloodwork? We got no more agreements, that Kenzil and me until I get my blood rubies. Your not going anywhere so sit down and keep your voice low. When was this Poppet? When did you see him last? And if you are not Kenzil's demon plaything of an apprentice who are you and why'd he want you to join m'crew? From the looks of you I could break you across m'belly and you'd snap in two. But my mamma said to look out for the pointy ears and slim ones, they'd be the death of me in the end so you've got my full eye on you. How many've you killed with at little toothpick of yours?"

Justin has definitely caught the bulky orc's full attention, Justin feels he is being evaluated for his words and weighed as a duelist before a match.

The wierd patron at the bar fits Egil's description of one of his friends, Wilbur something?
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Glancing around the young man sees some glancing up over his outburst, the one-eyed barkeep looks nervous and perhaps even horrified as he looks on. A patron at the bar seems to be staring at the pair, but no the gaze is focused past them as if he is seeing through them.