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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Voadam" data-source="post: 4419049" data-attributes="member: 2209">"No." The man hisses, his voice cold and sneering in response to Justin's offer to buy the monkey. At the lute playing his eyes narrow in displeasure "By the pits of Acheron, cease that infernal wracket and begone." Justin [sblock]From what you can see of the cast of his pale face and the accent you believe the man is ethnically from the Hamunaptran empire in the Southern continent.[/sblock]Anton considers whether he has seen the man before [sblock] He is too covered up, the hat in particular obscuring his visage, for now.[/sblock] pulls out a flask and approaches "Good evening good sir. Would you care for a taste of one of the best cognacs in the city?"As Anton gets a better look at the man he notes his pale skin as if this well dressed man spent most of his time out of the sun, in study indoors perhaps? [sblock] You have seen him, at a party at the mansion of one of the Captain's Council, the gnome Dirwin Arnig who is head of the Freeport Guild of Jewelers and Gemcutters. You were accompanying your father in delivering brandy and attending as guests. The man's pale skin was noticeable then too. The fact that he was one of the few humans at the party of mostly gnomes and halflings also made him stand out. A monkey accompanied him then too. You can't think of a name though.[/sblock]"Do not waste. . . Wait. You are from the Forbeck family of spirit importers, yess?" The man's monkey screeches and jumps up and down on his shoulder and points at Justin then screeches and points out the entrance and over to the bar. The man pauses and looks over his shoulder out the entrance, directly at Arcata and their eyes lock for a moment. Arcata [sblock]The monkey does not seem to be an illusion, or if so it is a powerful one.[/sblock]The monkey screeches into the man's ear again and he turns to look first at Wilbur then back to Anton. "Yess, I will take you up on your offer young master Forbeck. But first I have some private business to attend to. If you will excuse me." There is a sibilant accent to his words.Ken comes out from the back and sends Jinny the barmaid off with more ale and chowder to a table where two armed men congregate and whisper.The pale man turns from Anton and heads over to the bar drawing Ken in close he whispers something to him. Ken points to the booth where the orc waits and watches, his axe within easy reach.Wilbur[sblock]The chowder was quite good if somewhat oddly flavored. The ale washes down entirely nicely though and it is tough to resist the urge to drain it but to instead nurse it to maintain appearances. Your stomach starts to gurgle and begins to feel upset. Your belly feels somewhat bloated and you start to feel uncomfortable as a sweat breaks out on your forehead. The man whispered to Ken but you could over hear a word "Scarbelly"[/sblock]</blockquote>

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