IC: Dichotomy's Age of Worms Redux, Part II

[Dichotomy]

The group waits in the Feral Dog for the graverobbers to arrive. Around eight o'clock, a group of four men strut proudly through the door: a sullen-looking, wiry goon with black hair hanging in his eyes; a fit-looking man with short brown hair cut into a flat-top with a nasty red scar on the left side fo his sneering face; a bald, thin, and cantankerous looking man; and a towering albino half-orc with several scars on this face and a tattoo, right on his forehead, that looks the same as the one found on the arm in the Land farmhouse.

The group comes in, and the albino barks for drinks as the group heads from the taproom to the dogfight area in the basement.

 

[michael_noah]

"Well, if they're going downstairs, we might be here for a while. There's no harm in scoping them out a little bit. Hell, maybe they'll even let something slip."

Boldak follows them down and acts under th pretense of watching the fights.

 

[worthley]

"It's probably best that I keep my distance. An obvious holy man as myself is more likely to cause problems by just being there." Looking over the tavern, Viktor finds a spot where he can watch as many of the entrances and exits as possible. "I'll watch-out as best I can."

 

[Dichotomy]

[sblock=OOC]I'm gonna keep moving ahead.[/sblock]
The only entrance to the bar, aside from any likely back entrances through the staff areas, is the front door. But Viktor is able to find a corner from which he can watch the front door and all of the immediate entrances to the taproom.

Boldak heads downstairs, and Alendar accompanies him, to watch the four graverobbers.

The night goes by in typical fashion at the Feral Dog. The weary and poor workers of Diamond Lake throng together to drink away the pain of their lives. Drunkards wager on dog fights, the dagger tossing contest, drinking games, or anything else that takes their mind off of drugery. As Boldak and Alendar watch the group of four, they are quite rowdy as they cheer on their chosen mutts in each dogfight. In between dogfights, they look ready to pick fights of their own at the drop of a hat. But, most seem wise enough to give them plenty of room, and the staff keeps their ale coming.

The group stays nearly the whole night. Finally, sometime around 3 a.m., the group finishes their last drinks and begins to shove off into the night as they stagger drunkenly from the Feral Dog.

 

[o3caudata]

Alexis will remain wherever the party initially was once Viktor leaves and await Boldak and Alendar's return. If Llyr remains with her she'll make some passable amount of small talk, and complain about how long it's taking for the 'boys' to finish their business.

 

[TiCaudata]

"Well they're finally off. Shall we?

 

[michael_noah]

"Yes," Boldak says curtly before heading out into the night.
[sblock=ooc]Follow as well as I can. I'll be a little risky if it seems needed in order to keep them in sight, since they're all pasted.[/sblock]

 

[o3caudata]

"Yes, I suppose we shall. You need to get Moro yes? Let's go get him and start following them then."

 

[Dichotomy]

[sblock=OOC]Forgive my uncertainty, but are all of you going to tail them? Are some of you immediately following and others going to track further back? I'm just unclear as to what you are precisely doing.[/sblock]

 

[michael_noah]

[sblock=ooc]Boldak is following closely, and the, um, female dog, is tracking him (though not far behind)[/sblock]