[IC] Stealthy Missions: Prologue

[Xael]

Thorik checks the scroll again. "700 gold pieces per head to you, naturally plus any things you might "accidentally" find on the way."

OOC: We can expect that Timothy is out by now. He's now just vanished. I'll try to recruit some more players.

 

[Inez Hull]

"Hmm, hopefully there's a few things to pick up along t' way then. Don' take this the wrong way, but 700 crowns is pretty slim pickin's for gettin' tangled up in the affairs of noblemen and Thay no less. "

 

[Xael]

"Hey, don't blame me for it. We're just the middlemen in the payings. Maybe they aren't as worried as they say. Who knows. But as you said, the guy is a noble. He should have something the law enforcement won't miss when they get to throw him to jail or something."

OOC: I'm just throwing these prices off the top off my head.

 

[Dalamar]

OoC: Isn't that off the top of my head?

IC: James takes another sip of his brandy.
"Maybe we'll even pick up some fine ladies on the mission. Do we have a time limit?"

 

[Xael]

Thorik shrugs. "Not that I know of. So are you going to give this one a shot or what? Taeghen can get you there now or tomorrow, as there's not that much night left."

 

[Inez Hull]

"Aye, I'm happy to take up this one if you are James. But if we do we'd best wait till tomorrow night," he stops and grins, " 'cos night is our time."

After a thoughtful pause Orland muses, "Anyway I'd rather not go in cold. Have ya got any plans for this Lord's manor, or even his name for that matter, I wouldna' mind askin' a few questions in the right places first."

 

[Dalamar]

"It sounds as good as any. Our dear lord wouldn't happen to have parties planned? Those are always good places to pick up... information."

 

[Inez Hull]

Orland chuckles and whispers to James with a mocking reproach, "c'mon James, keep yer eyes on the prize", then with a straight face, "ye can always buy yerself a wench for the night with our profits."

 

[Dalamar]

"Where's the thrill in buying one? Besides, if I can help myself and the mission, who'se to say I shouldn't do so?"
An innocent smile plays on James' lips as he speaks.

 

[Inez Hull]

"Ah, the thrill an' the risk of it, well that I can understand."