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

Maya frowns at Bael, then looks suspiciously at the woman, aware that there's something she's missing but not quite sure what....and not liking it a bit.

"What is it?" she asks Bael. "What are you talking about?"
 

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"I don't think this poor lady isn't really poor. The captive was held in a noble's house. An just hear for her accent... Sorry, I'm not offended, Lady, I just think you have a bit more money to spare." Bael responds
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Bael
AC 16 (T13, FF13), HP 25/25, F +2,R+5,W+0
Resistance to cold 5, electricity 5, and fire 5.
Darkness 1/day, Sneak 1d6
Rapier +2 . 1d6+2 . 19-20/X2
Shortbow +3 . 1d6 . 20/X3

Stealth +8 (including ACP)
Perception + 4
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The young woman is a little taken aback.

"Well... it's true that my family was once quite rich, but our side has fallen on hard times, and it wasn't helped by the old king's spending. But I work as a housekeeper at the Acadamae now, which doesn't sit well with my aunt. Oh, and the killer wasn't held at my aunt's house, sir, he was caught there and I guess the Guard took him off to the Citadel or wherever they keep prisoners." She unties her purse and drops it on the table. "There's fifty gold sails in there, and I... I can probably get you more. How much do you normally charge for bodyguard duty?"

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You notice her "peasant" accent has slipped, she sounds more educated now. She seems genuine otherwise.
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Jerrigan Arbordelve

"I don't think this poor lady isn't really poor. The captive was held in a noble's house. An just hear for her accent... Sorry, I'm not offended, Lady, I just think you have a bit more money to spare." Bael responds
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The young woman is a little taken aback.

"Well... it's true that my family was once quite rich, but our side has fallen on hard times, and it wasn't helped by the old king's spending. But I work as a housekeeper at the Acadamae now, which doesn't sit well with my aunt. Oh, and the killer wasn't held at my aunt's house, sir, he was caught there and I guess the Guard took him off to the Citadel or wherever they keep prisoners." She unties her purse and drops it on the table. "There's fifty gold sails in there, and I... I can probably get you more. How much do you normally charge for bodyguard duty?"

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You notice her "peasant" accent has slipped, she sounds more educated now. She seems genuine otherwise.
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Jerrigan adds, "The way I understand your story, madam, it is your wealthy cousin that we are to protect, and I also think that she should be the one to pay for our services. How could anyone adequately protect someone who does not even know her protectors? Or, perhaps, you are, yourself, the endangered wealthy woman, as I note well that a certain degree of refinement has crept into your voice since you began speaking. Deception does not become you, madam, and it is certainly not a good way to begin a business relationship. We would ordinarily refuse such a commission out-of-hand, based on your lies alone."
 

The woman flushes, and waves her hands in a flustered fashion.

"Oh," she says with a wail. "I knew I'd get this all wrong. No sir, it's not me, it truly is my cousin who needs protecting but, well, my aunt, sirs and madam, she's a proud woman, there's no way she'd ask for help and even less chance she'd pay for it. But she'd take it if someone had paid for it and the deal was done. So I suppose I'm going behind her back a bit, and I suppose I got a bit carried away and tried to hide who I was, but, truly sirs, I do work at the Acadamae." She looks at Bael. "I've seen you on guard duty even, ask the Mistress of Housekeeping about me if you don't believe me. And I might be able to get more money, if you tell me what you need, but, well, if you don't want this job then that's fair enough and I'll see if I can get anyone else to do it." She sniffs back a tear.
 

Jerrigan Arbordelve

Jerrigan will stand, and motion for the woman to leave the table. Please, if you could give us a moment to discuss your proposal? Please do not leave the tavern, for we should have a response quite soon, I would think." And, as the woman is withdrawing he says, "Oh, and thank you again, we'll be right with you."

OOC: Sorry, I thought the characters would need a moment to confer before we give this lady the boot. Jerrigan, for one, is not too sure that he likes the way this deal is beginning to smell, but I/he could come around, if persuaded.
 

Oblivious to the growing doubts of the others, Maya focuses on the woman.

"Why would this halfling be so out for your cousin?" she asks.

(OOC - have we heard of the Swan Street Slicer?)
 

The woman looks tearfully at Jerrigan for a moment, then nods. As she picks up her purse and turns to go, she is distracted by Maya.

"Well, mistress, it's just that he killed poor Ceceli's husband not that long before he was caught, and then what with him being caught trying to get back into her house, I'm scared he'll think he's got unfinished business of a kind." She sniffs a little. "Of course, I might be over-reacting, and the gentlemen there might be right and there's no need of your services, only I hate to think what'll happen if they're wrong, and I'm right." She sniffs again, trying hard not to cry.

OOC: Bael, I believe, has some OOC knowledge of the Swan Street Slicer. All that the rest of you know are the rumours of some murders a few months back, primarily targetting nobles. Some people have (half-jokingly) suggested that the Slicer may have killed old King Eodred (even though the king was known to be old and unwell, and the Slicer was in prison at the time).
 


OOC: Oops, didn't mean OOC knowledge - that would imply Walking Dad, not Bael Tearlani, had the info. I was referring to the info I gave you in post #348
 

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