Fall of the Broken

[Need_A_Life]

OOC: Sorry about the delay... I'm experiencing internet-difficulties...

"Yes, why indeed?" Victor says, smiling, "Seems you are the souls of discretion," it's hard to tell whether or not he's being sarcastic, "but - as any inquisitive - I keep my ear to the ground when I have to. Normally, I wouldn't do this sort of job, but..." he looks away, "nothing motivates like the guilt my brother can give me..."

 

[mcnathan80]

"Ha, tell me about guilt" Hashkavak says setting down a tray with mugs, a steaming pot of spiced thrakleberry tea, and some cakes. "Sometime Kavak can really twist the knife, if you know what I mean. One time i was down to my last copper crown and he convinced me to use it to by a hungry dog some scrap meat. But what can you do?" He asks with a shrug toward Viktor.

 

[OnlytheStrong]

Olot hangs around outside, still trying to seem like any other person in the city.

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If there is a window to the apartment, and assuming Olot is smart enough to figure out which one it is, he will sit across the street where he can see the windows. If there is no window, he will simply walk inside and stand outside the door. [/sblock]

 

[Scribbler]

"Since you knew us well enough to follow us, discretion became moot. On your end, however, remaining unseen probably would have helped."

 

[Need_A_Life]

"Underestimated you folks, is all," he smiles, "had I known how observant you folks are I would've used a potion or two,"

OOC: Seems my internet worries are over and I should be able to post daily once more.

Olot, I'll leave it up to Hashkavak whether or not his apartment has windows facing the street.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Lets get to the point shall we? This senseless chatting is crisping my nerve." Frundor says in a calmed tone, after finishing the cake. All of it.

 

[mcnathan80]

OOC: I had envisioned that the apartment would have street facing windows

 

[Need_A_Life]

Olot, you can see your friends as you try to remain inconspicuous but you are unable to read their lips. You do however notice a finely dressed gnome walking towards you, sizing you up as he walks. He appears unarmed, but then again he is a gnome.

"Psh... Rurin is about due to arrive, anyway. Greed hastens the feet, after all," he says and looks at you in mock disapproval.

 

[Zurai]

Finn makes himself comfortable in the apartment, gratefully accepting the proferred tea and cakes; he hadn't had time for breakfast at his own inn this morning, and there hadn't been any at the meeting with Allan Demaine, either.

"So why, exactly, were you following us? I understand gathering information on us before Allan sent us his message, but afterwards?"

 

[OnlytheStrong]

May I be of assistance to you good gnome? Olot never did care for gnomes. They were tricky little rats.