Death in Freeport


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ooc: I really hope so... (playing Wilbur. Do I feel better and is there a possibility to disguise poor W in a way the orc wouldn't recognize him?
 

Scarbelly answers the still disguised Arcata. "Kid, I don't know where he is now."

He turns back to Justin. "Bindi, I gotta sail afore sunrise so this has to be quick. Did you finish off that other guy from the bar? You sticking in Freeport or want to join my crew? I need answers now."

Back in the shadows Wilbur overhears and hopes he remains unseen, knowing Scarbelly is referring to him. His ear stings from where Justin cut him to provide the cover story.
 

Wilbur tests, if he can get his stomach under control. If he manages to concentrate on minor magic without to throw up, he cast a simple spell to stop the bleeding.

[sblock=ooc]Casts cure minor wounds.[/sblock]
 

Dogrynn does not impede Scarbelly's attempts to leave, the orc's brutality is not something he thinks he could stomach but the information gleaned was valuable.
 

He turns back to Justin. "Bindi, I gotta sail afore sunrise so this has to be quick. Did you finish off that other guy from the bar? You sticking in Freeport or want to join my crew? I need answers now."

Justing gives most cunning grin he can manage, though, inwards, he is
disgusted about the drop of blood he hsa just spotted on his expensive leather moccasin.

"I am afraid I have to stay - got another appointment. Just me and some sweet lady, if you know what I mean. Also, it won't be good if people see us travelling together for a time.
Though I have to say you have one good sword there, man.
It will be my pleasure to work with you again."


Justin shows his open, empty hand, and extends it to the orc to shake it...
 

Scarbelly puts down his jack of ale and grips Justin's hand in a bone-crushing grasp. He grins a toothsome smile and leans in "Fine. Now tell me if you finished off the bar boy or if I got work still to do." Justin feels it would be a hard grip to break.
 

Scarbelly puts down his jack of ale and grips Justin's hand in a bone-crushing grasp. He grins a toothsome smile and leans in "Fine. Now tell me if you finished off the bar boy or if I got work still to do." Justin feels it would be a hard grip to break.

Justin grins like a wolf.

"What do you think? - I cut him a fine smile into his throat, from ear to ear.The only way he had to escape was to dive into the :):):):), and that's where I took him out. The plumbers will have their joy with this kind of tunnel rat."
 

Anton peers into the latrine after making sure the bar has quieted down. His nose is revolted (as well as hi stomach) by the stench. He nearly slips on the blood pooling on the floor.

Looks like someone has quite the mess to clean up. he remarks trying not to breath in the stench.
 

"Hur, hur, hur. Well enough. You are four then Bindi, no longer a toddler. Hur! I'm off then. Look out for scrawny Lucius lads, he's like a son to me. And tell him he needs to eat more. Like my momma said, skin an bones won't stop a blade. Hur, hur, hur."

And with that the orc picks up his jack of ale and heads off towards the dock, his big axe slung over his shoulder.
 

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