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Hey Ren', yea that's totally cool. Flavor it up as you like; I wanted all to know that you're more than free to post a skill check if you believe it's appropriate. I'll let you know the result, if any, of course and I'll also ask y'all for rolls (usually initiative, spot, or listen) as they're needed. Rock on!
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The group continues to view their new surroundings as they are led deeper into the inner tower's neighborhoods, seeing that the people here seem well to do, but not affluent by any means. There are pairs of Sharn Watch members occasionally glimpsed, but the mood of this section of the city is subdued but comfortable.
Giving Kaz a serious look of appraisal, Mornokai Etchstone nods in acceptance and then suddenly announces, 'We're here!'
Before the group, wedged in between a Baker and Barber shop is the narrow, but tall at three stories, Sivis Message station. A large sign hangs upon the ornate front door, obscuring the House Symbol engraved into it's wooden face; the sign reads 'Closed' in large official red letters.
Moving up the steps Mornokai opens the door as he calls, 'Jehhna! Jehhna! We're back! Where are you?' and leads the group inside.
The bottom floor is one large long room (20' wide, 50' long, 10' high), holding the actual business of the message station, including some benches for waiting, a long L shaped counter that stands in front of the East and North sides of the room, with the North wall is full of open cubby slots to store messages up to the very ceiling; a slim and tall golden ladder set upon bars running along the wall used to access all of the different slots. Dominating the middle of the room is an impressively large bright blue carpet, emblazoned with a thick fancy gold threaded House Sivis symbol. Behind the counter, in the West side of the North wall, is a closed door, the only other exit. The West Wall itself holds an impressively expansive map of Sharn's various levels (with House Sivis locations marked with shining golden dots). Above the group's heads, a bright quartet of ever burning lamps affixed to the ceiling illuminate the place; it's a complete mess.
Papers are strewn about the room as if a tornado had come through the place; end tables, writing implements, and ink jars (some full, some empty) give the place a very cluttered look.
A diminutive figure in bright lavender skirts and a brown blouse sits upon one of the undisturbed benches, it's back to the door, small head cradled in tiny hands.
ooc; everyone make listen checks please, also let me know what actions you are taking!