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House Millithor in the City of the Spider Queen
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Endur
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Laral speaks,
"Yes, Kilcif, House Millithor is one of the noble houses of Menzoberanzan. House Millithor does a lot of trading business with House Morcane from the drow city of Maerimydra. Their merchants pass through Mantol Derith frequently, traveling under the name of L'Tar'annen de’l Elgluth.
"I can't remember ever seeing the nobles of House Millithor pass through here. They might traveled through here in disguise. Dark Elves live a long time, so they might have traveled through here several times before I was born or came to own this place.
"Jena, why don't you return and pay some more attention to Lady Yyssiriryl. See if you can find out anything more about our 'guests.' After all, we wouldn't want Kilcif to take an assignment where his employer planned to backstab him at the first opportunity and strip his body of all possessions."
"Yes, Kilcif, House Millithor is one of the noble houses of Menzoberanzan. House Millithor does a lot of trading business with House Morcane from the drow city of Maerimydra. Their merchants pass through Mantol Derith frequently, traveling under the name of L'Tar'annen de’l Elgluth.
"I can't remember ever seeing the nobles of House Millithor pass through here. They might traveled through here in disguise. Dark Elves live a long time, so they might have traveled through here several times before I was born or came to own this place.
"Jena, why don't you return and pay some more attention to Lady Yyssiriryl. See if you can find out anything more about our 'guests.' After all, we wouldn't want Kilcif to take an assignment where his employer planned to backstab him at the first opportunity and strip his body of all possessions."
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Brother Shatterstone
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Kilcif: Bugbear/Male (Barbarian/Ranger/Rogue)
Kilcif nods his head in agreement, “I’m sure the thought has crossed their devious minds at least once as it’s not an uncommon occurrence with royalty and the drow, but it will help calculate my risks and the cost for House Millithor. Moving aside so that Jena can get pass his rather large body easier, "This is all interesting information…” Kilcif lets the thought trial off while he contemplates the information and local rumors some more.
Kilcif nods his head in agreement, “I’m sure the thought has crossed their devious minds at least once as it’s not an uncommon occurrence with royalty and the drow, but it will help calculate my risks and the cost for House Millithor. Moving aside so that Jena can get pass his rather large body easier, "This is all interesting information…” Kilcif lets the thought trial off while he contemplates the information and local rumors some more.
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Thels
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Handing over a small sack of gems (3200gp) to one of his housemates and dropping his backpack, Dariel slowly and silently walks into the arena, halting in the middle, before addressing the dwarves: "Hey, dwarf. You've shown your skills against puny incompetent goblinoids, but I doubt you or either of your friends could give any opposition at all to a real opponent.".
After that, Dariel just stares at the dwarves, his arms crossed. Right. Now let's hope this wasn't a bad decision.
After that, Dariel just stares at the dwarves, his arms crossed. Right. Now let's hope this wasn't a bad decision.
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Endur
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Dariel walks slowly and silently past the dwarves congregated at the entrance to the arena cage. After entering the arena cage, Dariel walks into the middle of the cage, and he taunts Tanis in undercommon.
Tanis empties his mug, places it on a bench, and turns to face Dariel while gripping his axe.
There is some muttering in dwarven among the duergar.
The older shield dwarf (whose name you do not know) grabs hold of Tanis as if to restrain him from charging into the arena.
An old bald duergar puffs out his chest, carries his hammer in both hands, and moves to the front of the crowd facing Dariel. (This is the duergar that Quertus has recognized as having the most powerful enchantments of any dwarf or duergar in the small crowd).
Before the old duergar can speak, however, Django leaps in front of him. The old Duergar scowls at Django, but does not prevent Django from speaking to Dariel.
Holding a mug in his hand, with bandages on his cheeks and wearing his odd multicolored clothing, Django spoke in undercommon.
"My cousin battles for the honor of his clan and his ancestors, never on a whim. He would accept your challenge, but only if a victory would set Kassawar Plickenstint free. Wager the freedom of the Svirfneblin Kassawar Plickenstint, and my cousin will accept your challenge!"
Lady Yyssiriryl whispers to Matron Ki'Willis, "Twice Django tried to negotiate Kassawar's freedom, and both times I laughed in his face. Now he seeks to gain Kassawar's freedom through a wager. After seeing Dariel fight the Demons, I have no doubt that Dariel will defeat one of these Shield Dwarves. But Kassawar is a valuable slave..."
Tanis empties his mug, places it on a bench, and turns to face Dariel while gripping his axe.
There is some muttering in dwarven among the duergar.
The older shield dwarf (whose name you do not know) grabs hold of Tanis as if to restrain him from charging into the arena.
An old bald duergar puffs out his chest, carries his hammer in both hands, and moves to the front of the crowd facing Dariel. (This is the duergar that Quertus has recognized as having the most powerful enchantments of any dwarf or duergar in the small crowd).
Before the old duergar can speak, however, Django leaps in front of him. The old Duergar scowls at Django, but does not prevent Django from speaking to Dariel.
Holding a mug in his hand, with bandages on his cheeks and wearing his odd multicolored clothing, Django spoke in undercommon.
"My cousin battles for the honor of his clan and his ancestors, never on a whim. He would accept your challenge, but only if a victory would set Kassawar Plickenstint free. Wager the freedom of the Svirfneblin Kassawar Plickenstint, and my cousin will accept your challenge!"
Lady Yyssiriryl whispers to Matron Ki'Willis, "Twice Django tried to negotiate Kassawar's freedom, and both times I laughed in his face. Now he seeks to gain Kassawar's freedom through a wager. After seeing Dariel fight the Demons, I have no doubt that Dariel will defeat one of these Shield Dwarves. But Kassawar is a valuable slave..."
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Serpenteye
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Endur said:
Ki'Willis listens to Yyssiriryl then whispers in answer while casting a contemptious glance at the dwarves. Valuable, abbil? Why does he hold such value for these dwarves that one of them would risk their life to release him? Of what value is he to you that you refuse to accept their offered payment? Surely it's more than mere amusement that makes you keep him in your care?
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Thels
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Dariel laughs. "Hah! As if you even stand a chance to win this. I remember how my syster made you lick your wounds in a corner like a weak child. But what if I would agree, what would be in it for me in return?" With his arms still crossed, Dariel waits for the dwarf to answer, keeping eye contact.
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