Neurotic
I plan on living forever. Or die trying.
"Let's enter and ask few questions, non-threatening like. We're on guards business after all. For example, why is he selling for profit when people are dying in the streets. He should make it available to all and sell the formula to the temple. At the very least, we'll create enough unrest among these people that he will call us in to be in private.
Brindom, could you ask such questions? As a clergy man, it will seem entirely plausible. Not like we need to act much.
Dj'ahn, I can try to put you down somewhere, but shop front is usually isolated from living quarters and storerooms. Maybe you could try and enter from behind? Through chimney or one of the alleys in the back?"
Brindom, could you ask such questions? As a clergy man, it will seem entirely plausible. Not like we need to act much.
Dj'ahn, I can try to put you down somewhere, but shop front is usually isolated from living quarters and storerooms. Maybe you could try and enter from behind? Through chimney or one of the alleys in the back?"