Reply to thread

Message

<blockquote data-quote="drnuncheon" data-source="post: 837136" data-attributes="member: 96">Session Twenty-Six, Part One: On the TrailDi'Fier sat back in the chair.&nbsp; It was strange, being the one awake while Dru was in her trance.&nbsp; He looked down at the ring on his left hand, rubbed it unconsciously with his thumb.&nbsp; And I can see why Marcen was having problems with his wife, if he was up until all hours all the time.&nbsp; The lack of hunger was something he'd have to get used to as well.He reached for a tome, flipped through it, but somehow he couldn't concentrate.&nbsp; The coach to Threehills left in a few hours, but it wasn't his relatives that were occupying his mind...<img src="http://www.io.com/~jeffj/b2sep.gif" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />&quot;I'm very sorry, but I can't just reveal the business of a member of the League to anyone who walks in.&quot;The headquarters of the Trader's League was surprisingly small for a city the size of Highgate: a modest building in the center of the New City, near the lifts to Cavern Harbor.&nbsp; Normally, it was occupied by a handful of clerks.&nbsp; At the moment, the building was up one human, and one angry elf.Dru leaned on the desk, hands curled into fists, eyes narrowed.&nbsp; &quot;Why won't you tell me?&nbsp; Are you hiding something?&quot;&quot;Uh, Dru...&quot; Di'Fier muttered. &quot;No badges here, remember?&quot;Dru glanced back at him.&nbsp; &quot;I wouldn't need to get angry if he'd just tell me what I wanted,&quot; she said.&quot;I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave.&quot;&nbsp; The unsaid words, before I call the Guard, hung in the air between Dru and the clerk.&nbsp; She considered them for a while, then spun on her heel and left.Outside, she stormed along the street so swiftly that DiFier had to jog to catch up to her, before his long legs could settle into the proper pace.&nbsp; Without even glancing at him, she fumed: &quot;He was willing enough to tell me that this 'Aust of Silathenial' was a member of the League, and that he sold 'antiquities', whatever the hell that means.&nbsp; Why would he just clam up like that?&quot;&quot;He probably thinks you're working for a competitor.&nbsp; Or a bill collector.&quot;&quot;All I wanted to know is who might buy these 'antiquities'...what?&quot;&nbsp; Di'Fier had slowed, then stopped, and pointed up at the sign: Curiosity Shop.&quot;I guess it's worth a try.&quot;<img src="http://www.io.com/~jeffj/b2sep.gif" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />&quot;Who is this?&quot; the old man asked slowly.&nbsp; &quot;And why have you brought him here?&quot;He was nothing much to look at, the old man: skinny and pale and white of hair - what hair remained.&nbsp; But even so, both of the men before him could not help but tremble at his words.The younger man stepped forward.&nbsp; &quot;He is a cataloger, Grandfather.&nbsp; At one of the archeological digs.&nbsp; He is repaying his debt to us with artifacts.&quot;&nbsp; He pulled the other man forward, roughly, by the arm.&nbsp; &quot;Tell him what you told me,&quot; he ordered.&quot;I...I just wanted...to...to warn you that I'm being watched,&quot; the man stammered.&nbsp; &quot;There...there were people asking about, about buying artifacts before the museum got ahold of them.&quot; He lowered his eyes. &quot;I...I think they know about our deal.&quot;The younger man seized the cataloger by the scruff of the neck.&nbsp; &quot;Describe them,&quot; he demanded, through clenched teeth.&quot;The...the one who did the talking was an elf, a woman, but with a scar on her face.&nbsp; Black hair, cut short...the man was a human, with a big sword over his shoulder...he didn't talk much.&nbsp; I think they were Guardsmen, the museum must have found out somehow...&quot;&quot;You may go.&nbsp; The matter will be dealt with.&quot;The cataloger stumbled from the room in relief, as the one who had brought him looked at the old man.&nbsp; &quot;They match Ulric's descriptions.&quot;&quot;I do not think they have come to investigate a few missing pots.&nbsp; Find out what they are really doing here.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="drnuncheon, post: 837136, member: 96"] [b]Session Twenty-Six, Part One: On the Trail[/b] Di'Fier sat back in the chair. It was strange, being the one awake while Dru was in her trance. He looked down at the ring on his left hand, rubbed it unconsciously with his thumb. [i]And I can see why Marcen was having problems with his wife, if he was up until all hours all the time.[/i] The lack of hunger was something he'd have to get used to as well. He reached for a tome, flipped through it, but somehow he couldn't concentrate. The coach to Threehills left in a few hours, but it wasn't his relatives that were occupying his mind... [img]http://www.io.com/~jeffj/b2sep.gif[/img] "I'm [u]very[/u] sorry, but I can't just reveal the business of a member of the League to anyone who walks in." The headquarters of the Trader's League was surprisingly small for a city the size of Highgate: a modest building in the center of the New City, near the lifts to Cavern Harbor. Normally, it was occupied by a handful of clerks. At the moment, the building was up one human, and one angry elf. Dru leaned on the desk, hands curled into fists, eyes narrowed. "Why [i]won't[/i] you tell me? Are you hiding something?" "Uh, Dru..." Di'Fier muttered. "No badges here, remember?" Dru glanced back at him. "I wouldn't [i]need[/i] to get angry if he'd just tell me what I wanted," she said. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave." The unsaid words, [i]before I call the Guard[/i], hung in the air between Dru and the clerk. She considered them for a while, then spun on her heel and left. Outside, she stormed along the street so swiftly that DiFier had to jog to catch up to her, before his long legs could settle into the proper pace. Without even glancing at him, she fumed: "He was willing enough to tell me that this 'Aust of Silathenial' was a member of the League, and that he sold 'antiquities', whatever the hell that means. Why would he just clam up like that?" "He probably thinks you're working for a competitor. Or a bill collector." "All I wanted to know is who might buy these 'antiquities'...what?" Di'Fier had slowed, then stopped, and pointed up at the sign: [i]Curiosity Shop[/i]. "I guess it's worth a try." [img]http://www.io.com/~jeffj/b2sep.gif[/img] "Who is this?" the old man asked slowly. "And why have you brought him here?" He was nothing much to look at, the old man: skinny and pale and white of hair - what hair remained. But even so, both of the men before him could not help but tremble at his words. The younger man stepped forward. "He is a cataloger, Grandfather. At one of the archeological digs. He is repaying his debt to us with artifacts." He pulled the other man forward, roughly, by the arm. "Tell him what you told me," he ordered. "I...I just wanted...to...to warn you that I'm being watched," the man stammered. "There...there were people asking about, about buying artifacts before the museum got ahold of them." He lowered his eyes. "I...I think they know about our deal." The younger man seized the cataloger by the scruff of the neck. "[i]Describe[/i] them," he demanded, through clenched teeth. "The...the one who did the talking was an elf, a woman, but with a scar on her face. Black hair, cut short...the man was a human, with a big sword over his shoulder...he didn't talk much. I think they were Guardsmen, the museum must have found out somehow..." "You may go. The matter will be dealt with." The cataloger stumbled from the room in relief, as the one who had brought him looked at the old man. "They match Ulric's descriptions." "I do not think they have come to investigate a few missing pots. Find out what they are [i]really[/i] doing here." [/QUOTE]

Verification