Dr. Si's Curse of the Crimson Throne - Alpha Group

[kinem]

"I forgive you. Let's go find Maya!"

Unless Jerrigan objects, Tristan will head back to the commercial district and try to find Maya. When the group gets some privacy, he will tell her what has occurred.

 

[Leif]

Jerrigan Arbordelve

Jerrigan follows Tristan all they way. And he remains a respectful 5 paces behind him, too.

 

[kinem]

"Come walk beside me. I can watch my own back. Uh ... you know what I mean."

 

[Leif]

Jerrigan Arbordelve

"Very well, Tristan," says Jerrigan as he moves alonside Tristan.

 

[Dr Simon]

Crispin

Khadmeade's demeanour softens a little. Perhaps he feels guilty for dumping sudden bad news on the young man before him.

"Aye, she'll be up oan the Heights. There's a square there weer a' the legal folk have their oaffices. Here, ah'll draw ye a wee map."

Quill passes over parchment. Khadmeade hands the diagram to Crispin. "Good luck to ye, laddie. Fae wha' it's worth, ah hope Kester wis wrong aboot yer lady friend."

 

[Dr Simon]

Tristan, Maya and Jerrigan

OOC: Tristan and Jerrigan meet Maya back at the Jittery Quill. Her sales have been successful, you now have the Queen's reward and whatever spoils you wish to sell (see OOC thread for details). The rest of the discussion I will leave up to you....

 

[Leif]

Jerrigan Arbordelve

"Tristan, Maya, since I have done nothing to earn any of this bounty, I hesitate to ask for any portion of it. And, as a newcomer to this band, I am uncertain as to the usual procedures for dealing with such. Kindly instruct me at your leisure?"

 

[kinem]

"Jerrigan, no offense, but this has nothing to do with you.

We are splitting this loot four ways - Maya, Bael, Khademeade, and myself. The only question is how to deal with gold versus magic items. I have claimed the harrow deck, and Bael has expressed interest in a wand.

But we do need to discuss the offer of employment as agents of the city guard. Maya, what do you think? Personally I think we should accept. I'd rather be on the inside of the law than on the recieving end. We could make a difference. And, it could be a bit of an adventure."

 

[Leif]

Jerrigan Arbordelve

"Ahem. Well, ok. Forgive my presumption then. I'll just go elsewhere while you two handle this matter." Mortally embarrassed, Jerrigan repairs to the porch, where he sits to enjoy his pipe. If they haven't come for him by the time he estimates that 5 minutes have passed, he will begin to aimlessly wander the streets, taking a vague, circuitous, roundabout route in the general direction of his temple.

 

[rpgramen]

Khadmeade's demeanour softens a little. Perhaps he feels guilty for dumping sudden bad news on the young man before him.

"Aye, she'll be up oan the Heights. There's a square there weer a' the legal folk have their oaffices. Here, ah'll draw ye a wee map."

Quill passes over parchment. Khadmeade hands the diagram to Crispin. "Good luck to ye, laddie. Fae wha' it's worth, ah hope Kester wis wrong aboot yer lady friend."

Mock sympathy. Just what Crispin needed. Sickened equally by the altruistic nature of the clergyman and that of his ex-lover's fate, the young scion had to really hold his tongue to prevent flinging another empty insult at the bearded man. Indeed, the cleric's services were well appreciated, and even Crispin -- with his clearly superior Chelish ancestry -- knew the dwarf didn't deserve another linguistical lashing.

"Your service to me is well appreciated, Khadmeade." was all Crispin could really say, running a wayward hand through his hair as he snatched the map and turned on his heel, departing the hallowed ground of the temple in pursuit of his next target: Zanderholm.