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Message: <blockquote data-quote="FitzTheRuke" data-source="post: 7504363" data-attributes="member: 59816">Luko nodded and tucked his hands away. Their business being mostly decided, Imani's Agents left the Host Tower and the urchin led them to a posh tavern as part of their cover-story. "Posh" by Luskan standards would not have measured up in Waterdeep and Mord's cover character would naturally complain about everything. The others worked out their 'bodyguard' characters over lunch and they called for the best coach that could be hired.The coach had special permission to cross the Harbour Cross Bridge (usually exclusive to Ship members) and took the group back to the north side of the icy River Mirar and it rolled up to the gates of the Mirabar Shield trade-post. The walled compound had many guards, mostly dwarves, and they opened the gate cautiously.A tough looking Mirren dwarf with a wide, blonde beard and a greying braid which hung down his back, stepped forward and said, "State yer business in the 'Shield, friends, an' I'll direct ye ta the right plaice."</blockquote>