IA: A Teacher for Laynie

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: This is a sidequest to find a teacher for Laynie, the orphan from Immortality Awakens. Anyone intending to help out can report here)

 

[Bront]

Vanitri walks out with Laynie, and presumibly Mearran.

"Time to put our ear to the ground and see what we hear," Vanitri says.

OOC: Gather Information +4 to find out information on the Accademy. Vanitri knows Elise was in it, and they give graduates shimmering robes, but that's about it, but it's a start.

 

[LogicsFate]

No presumption need, Mearran follows "Where do you go for help in a city like this? Who are the leaders?"

 

[Bront]

"It's not the leaders I'm concerned with. It's the people. With the right touch, they'll tell ya what you need to know." Vanitri says.

 

[LogicsFate]

Looking toward his taller compainion "Who?"


(OOC: Mearran approved)

 

[Bront]

"Anyone, but no one in particular. Just got to know how to ask, and keep your ears open." Vanitri says. "Surely you've heard of gossip, and overheard a conversation or two you shouldn't have. It's a skill, just keep your ears open, and ask the occasional question, and you'll find the answer you seek."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Chro...Cro...Croquet! Yes, I remember...they hit a ball with a stick, and the balls have lots of different colours and stuff. Maybe it was flamingos, or was that a children's story? Is that what you mean?" a drunken old man asks, after scooping a few silvers out of Vanitri's hands.

(OOC: Natural 1 )

 

[Bront]

"Perhaps the Library might know a bit more." Vanitri says, as he rolls his eyes at not thinking about it earlier.

 

[HugeOgre]

Hewj watched as the small group made their way down the street ahead of him. Despite his long and ackward spear Hewj felt comfortable that the very skills that had saved his life on many occassions - his ability to hide - were serving him well.

It seemed pretty obvious the group had no idea what they were looking for. Hewj watched as the colorfully-dressed man tried to interrogate a drunk old man. By the look of it the man was exercising about as much finesse as the half orc leader who had beaten on Hewj so many times in the first 15 years of his life. Hewj watched though as the "drunk" old man palmed the silver anyway. Hewj found himself, not for the first time, thinking that it seemed a pretty easy way to make a living. Careful to not be seen, Hewj turned to face a nearby merchant, pretending to examine his wares, all-the-while watching the party's progress down the street out of the corner of his eye.

 

[Bront]

As they head to the library, Vanitri, always the cautious one, looks around, but does not see anything out of the ordinary.

OOC:Vanitri's spot roll (1d20+3=5)