Death in Freeport

[Le Noir Faineant]

[sblock] "Sounds good, but no rush just yet. Ken got the message and spooky at the bar will be taken care of. Enjoy some food and give it time to work through the system first. Best to work on a full stomach, it helps block the gut shots. Heh, heh, heh. I just need to know who else here we need to gut when the time comes. The two in the booth on the right? That one guy alone over there Ken was talking too earlier?"[/sblock]

Justin smiles coldly, and begins to eat from the meat. Chewing, he continues to speak as low as the chicken flesh in his mouth allows it.

[sblock]"No idea, actually. I don't know them in person, but look how they're watching us ever since I entered. Either they think you are pretty handsome for an ogre, or they want to kill us."[/sblock]

Justin glances for a moment towards the persons in the booth.

[sblock]"Hell yeah, those are assassins-for-hire, sure."[/sblock]

 

[Erekose13]

Dogrynn whispers to Arcata, "Its starting to get a bit crowded in there. I hope our new recruits are doin a'right."

 

[Voadam]

The orc calls over the barmaid again [sblock]he says "Let Ken know I want two more "specials" for the pair in the booth down there. Don't let 'em know its from me, just say its on the house."[/sblock]

Wilbur accepts the drink and food, a little perplexed but trying to keep his cover he nods and tastes some, spreading out the time he spends at the bar engaged so he can keep an eye on things.

At the entrance a cloaked man with a broad brimmed hat and a monkey on his shoulder enters the tankard.

The orc leans in to Justin [sblock]"Speak of the sea devil. We need to buy some time for Ken's chowder to do its work. You got a good mouth on you, see what you can do when he comes over here."[/sblock]

Anton [sblock] The newcomer's black cloak and hat are of very high quality and completely unstained. Not a common sailor. There is something odd about the monkey but you can't quite put your finger on it.[/sblock]

 

[Shayuri]

Arcata nods grimly.

"I think we'd better get closer. I have a bad feeling about this."

She casually walks across the street towards the inn, though doesn't enter...choosing instead to lounge against the wall just outside the door.

(If her spell is still active

She projects to the others inside:

"I think something's up...be prepared for anything."

(if the spell has expired, she won't be able to say anything to the people inside)

 

[Erekose13]

Dogrynn stays put where he is but positions himself to keep Arcata in view. If she nods or if he sees any danger approaching her he'll rush out.

 

[Voadam]

Arcata heads over and sees the cloaked man enter. She pauses casually outside. The monkey turns its head and screeches at her twice before turning back to look around the hazy bar [sblock] Arcata notices a slight momentary shimmering around the monkey as it turns around. Almost like heat coming off a cook fire. [/sblock]

 

[Le Noir Faineant]

The orc leans in to Justin [sblock]"Speak of the sea devil. We need to buy some time for Ken's chowder to do its work. You got a good mouth on you, see what you can do when he comes over here."[/sblock]

Justin nods and empties his ale.

Then, without any further word, he gets up and trots towards the man with the monkey...

"What a nice little animal you have there, good Sir! Can I buy it from you?"

Justin throws back his cape and reveals that the lengthy object under it was no club... But a lute.
Playing a few tunes at the monkey, hoping to provoke the animal to a reaction...

 

[Shayuri]

Arcata manages to avert her eyes after only a quick widening. It wouldn't do to be caught staring. Even so, she keeps the monkey in view and when its back is turned she concentrates, trying to see past what she suspects may be an illusion.

(Trying to 'disbelieve,' for a will save if applicable.)

 

[Graybeard]

Anton quietly considers who the newcomer might be. His manner of dress is of too high quality for this part of town. Even so, his pet monkey seems odd somehow. He thinks hard trying to determine if and when he has seen the newcomer before.


Knowledge Local check =11
Knowledge Local (1d20+3=11)

Retrieving a small flask of fine cognac from his cloak, Anton will approach the newcomer and offer him a drink.

Good evening good sir. Would you care for a taste of one of the best cognacs in the city?

 

[Le Noir Faineant]

Justin will stop playing a for a moment and gaze at Anton in astonishment.