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

[Neurotic]

"I actualy don't. Dj'ahn can hide in my backpack as usual, Majenko can fly. Manachan and Brindol are not home here so they may bump into hellknights or accidentaly draw some attention to themselves. I think we'll be better of as a group, but I will accept group decision as usual. Or yours, lady."

 

[HolyMan]

"Best we stay together incase of trouble," Brindom says eyeing Vencarlo suspiciously[sp?]. "We wouldn't want anything to happen to the lady."

[sblock=ooc]Sense Moive or PF equivalent on Vencarlo. Brindom doesn't like that he couldn't go with us and then shows up. [/sblock]

 

[Dr Simon]

Vencarlo gives a polite, but discreet bow (head only).

"Perhaps you are right," he says, looking around the streets. Although rumours of the rioting elsewhere in the city are passing between the traders and passers-by, all is otherwise quiet.

("A fight? Where?"; "...Hellknights have caught the assassin..."; "...the assassin has escaped from the Hellknights..."; "...the Hellknights couldn't find their arse with both hands in the dark..."; "...hope they don't come here..."; "...hope they come here, we'll give a good Korvosan beating..."; etc.)

"In which case, I suggest that the four of us larger folk gather around Ms. Sabor, who, for the moment, is a young man who is perhaps a bit worse for drink on his first visit to the big city. Dj'ahn can hide in Edmond's backpack, and the pseudodragon can keep watch from the air. We haven't far to go."

[SBLOCK=Brindom]
Although Vencarlo's actions may seem suspicious, the man appears friendly enough; there is nothing about his manner to suggest to Brindom that he is hiding something.

OOC: In other words, the Sense Motive was too low to be sure. You'll have to go with your own instincts.
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[HolyMan]

[sblock=ooc] o.k. but Brindom is watching him [/sblock]

 

[Ambrus]

Although surprised by the man's sudden appearance, Dj'hân laughs and claps approvingly at Vencario's theatrical reveal. The guttersnipe shakes his disembodied head in the pseudodragon's clutches in answer to the suggestion that they separate. "I'm sticking with Majenko in case more imps or something worse comes out o' the Shingles at im. We'll keep watch on you from up high."

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Manachan

"Shall we be away, then? Lead on, sir."

 

[Dr Simon]

"Imps?" says Vencarlo sharply. He looks troubled for a moment, then returns to his usual suave self. "Yes," he says to Manachan. "Let us wend our merry way."

You aren't far from Citadel Volshyenek, and manage to make it to the gates without incident. When you arrive, you narrowly avoid being mown down by a squad of guards leaving the Citadel in formation at a brisk jog. Inside, the frenetic activity continues but you are eventually admitted to the Marshal's office.

Marshal Kroft stands looking down on the courtyard through a large window. She turns when you enter and her frown turns into a brief smile.

"Welcome back, gentlemen. I apologise for the commotion, once again we seem to be engaged in stopping riots." She rolls her eyes. "Ms. Sabor, welcome to Citadel Volshyenek."

"I didn't do it!" says Trinia, automatically.

Kroft pauses and regards her carefully.

"No," she says finally. "Vencarlo doesn't think so, and I trust his judgement. However, it may still need to go to trial. I should tell you," she adds hastily, seeing Trinia blanch, "that you are not formally under arrest. I prefer to issue such orders on the basis of hard evidence. You are here to protect you from the actions of the Hellknights, and the mob, neither of which would give you the chance of a fair trial.

"I could keep you here, but I would be compelled to obey a direct order from the Queen should she learn of your whereabouts. We need to find somewhere else to hide you until this dies down."

"You know me, Cressida," says Vencarlo. "I've no love for the monarchy and I'd happily ignore an edict from that dozy tart that graces our Crimson Throne with her petulant backside. I'd be happy to shelter Trinia," he turns to Edmond. "Unless our friends have any other ideas?"

[SBLOCK=Brindom]
Brindom watches Vencarlo for any signs of shiftiness, but eithet the man is on the level or he is a better liar than Brindom can spot.

OOC: in other words, still no help from Sense Motive
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[HolyMan]

[SBLOCK=Brindom]
Brindom watches Vencarlo for any signs of shiftiness, but eithet the man is on the level or he is a better liar than Brindom can spot.

OOC: in other words, still no help from Sense Motive
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[sblock=ooc]Darn I need to raise that skill lol I know something may be up and Brindom has a queasy feeling but he can't place it YET! [/sblock]

Brindom (eyeing Vencarlo from the corner of the room) stands quietly waiting for the others to make suggestions before saying anything.

 

[Ambrus]

The tiny guttersnipe, seated once more on Edmond's shoulder, merely shrugs in agreement with Vencario. "She's way too big to squeeze into my liripoop."

 

[Neurotic]

"My house is too open, what with all crafters and kids getting in and out. But I can organize few running boys between your place and mine, we're not far. That way we could be there in minutes in case trouble starts."

OOC: this assuming Vencarlo lives in or around his academy.
OOC2: boys are still not folowers or cohorts so I assume I'd pay several of the urchins for such service. With greater service for some being let out of school for a day