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

[Oni]

A late night and an early morning found a tired Lynn standing in front of a crowd at All The Worlds Meat trying to bring some order to the chaos. The small woman trying to accomplish through force of personality what the burly Baldrago had done with size and strength.

When Dj'hân came out tugging on her dress, as he seemed to do so often, Lynn distractedly glanced down as she dealt with line of people in front of her. The sight that met her eyes nearly caused her to gasp out loud, instead, biting her lip she managed to contain her surprise to a raised eyebrow.

That's very nice little one, but I think that will have to wait until we're closed, Lynn said as kindly as she could, trying to let him know she was pleased, and then she turned back to her work.

Later, as the day's work and supply of meat dwindled to an end, Lynn found herself facing a stranger far different from the people she had been serving all morning. Smiling cheerily, she responded lightly to his approaching comment.

These are volatile times. I suppose everyone's in a little need of help these days.

How may I help you?

 

[Dr Simon]

"Well said, madam," says the man. "My employer, who for the moment wishes to remain anonymous, has a vested interest in the success of this venture. I see that you are continuing where Mr. Vancaskerkin left off, which is good, but may I ask? Which of you has skill in butchery? How were you planning on getting livestock past the embargo? My employer can help you with these."

 

[Ambrus]

"Good work, little one. Now we can keep urchins fed and clotched another month. Dj'ahn, do you think you could follow that man in fancy clotches without being seen through the city? Or should I call Kester to do it?"

"A month? There's enough here for years! And Kester is a dunderhead. I'm a special agent for the Queen. I can follow him anywhere. Uhm... Which man are we talking about?"

 

[Neurotic]

"Peek around the counter, he's talking to Lynn."

OOC: Sorry, I realize this is moving little bit in time, I misunderstood first time, this conversation wouldn't be around treasure, but at the time of contact

 

[Oni]

Bridges not yet crossed, I'm afraid.

Lynn sighed a little, buying a brief moment for the gears to turn in her head. It was odd that someone would approach them so openly, what did they already know. She decided to seed some misinformation into the conversation to measure his reaction.

This man you work for has a vested interest you say? What...is in this for him?

Lynn maintained her cheery disposition as she spoke, trying to keep her tone light despite the questions she was asking.

And, can he really get us more meat?

 

[Dr Simon]

The man's smile never falters.

"My employer, as I'm sure you are already aware, is not a man," he says. "I'm afraid our Mr. Vancaskerkin was quite smitten with her. Perhaps if she were to deal with you instead we could avoid this... complication, and keep things strictly business.

"As for motives, my Lady has many projects in this city to help the poor and downtrodden. Most of these are conducted through proxies because, although it pleases her to use her wealth to help those less fortunate, she doesn't seek public adulation for doing so. And I can assure you that continuing to supply livestock will not be a problem. We may even be able to find you a competent butcher or two to staff the place. Forgive me, my lady, but you don't seem like a shop girl to me."

 

[Ambrus]

"Peek around the counter, he's talking to Lynn."

Dj'hân does as Edmond says, peeking around the corner of the stairs through the counter window in the shop to see the man to whom Lynn is speaking. "Oh sure. Easy peasy lemon squeezy."

OOC: Dj'hân will make his way outside through the empty loading dock, circle around towards the front and watch the man; ready to trail him stealthily from a distance once he departs.

 

[Oni]

Lynn shrugged noncommittally.

Today I am.

So how then does this work? Is anything required of us? And to whom do I have the pleasure of speaking, or is your anonymity required as well?

 

[Dr Simon]

The man gives a polite half-bow.

"My name is Carnochon," he says. "All my mistress asks is for someone to provide supervisory oversight. Somebody trustworthy. Mr. Vancaskerkin seems to have taken his eye off the reefclaw, so to speak, and it rose up and bit him. Please assure your Marshal Kroft that my mistress regrets any distress caused by Mr. Vancaskerkin's defection. She would hate to see any further disruption to normal trade in Korvosa during this... difficult period.

"Well, it's been a pleasure. Think about what I have said. I shall return tomorrow for your answer."

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Dj'hân finds little trouble following the man, except for the usual tribulations of threading his way through a forest of giant legs. The man crosses over into Old Korvosa and up the hill into Fort Korvosa district, then into the Arkona compound.
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[Ambrus]

[sblock=Dr Simon]OOC: Dj'hân will stay hidden somewhere near the Arkona coumpound for a little while, say an hour or so to see whether Carnochon comes back out. Dj'hân will follow him again if he does. If he doesn't come back out by then, the urchin will return to the butcher shop.

Dh'jân will case the compound while in hiding; counting ways in or out, observing the movement of guards and servants, identifying security measures wherever possible. Largely he's just doing it out of habit; no need to detail it for me, yet.

If it's on the way back, Dj'hân might as well stop off to speak with ol' Jeremiah concerning the liripoop's enchantment.[/sblock]