"Hehe...well Alain, we could put a wager on it, how's that sound?" Ribbing Alain slightly, Harlan crosses his other hand back underneath and slyly drops the coin into his classmate's hand.
Harlan follows his companions into the establishment, but remains uncharacteristicaly silent. Rather he scans the room, trying not to draw any attention to himself, or his secret parcel.
Cosgrove nods at Allana's comments, taking a moment to bow to the priestess, "Please forgive any insult, lady, none was intended. It is just that it is not often that men and women who serve the Lord of Light grace us with their company."
He straightens and calls over a servant with a wave of his hand, "Delp, show these guests down to the bar and betting counter on the lower level. I believe that is where Lady Edrea is waiting for them." He then turns back to you, "If there is anything I can do to make your stay here more enjoyable, please let me know. Since this is your first visit, the staff has been instructed to not charge you for any refreshments. You are most welcome to Sarr Ratu's house."
You notice that behind you another servant is trying to get Cosgrove's attention. Quickly bowing again Cosgrove states, "Now if you will excuse me ..." and saunters past you to the outside door.
The servant Cosgrove called over gestures for you to follow him. He begins walking in the direction of the gaming tables towards a metal spiral staircase which goes down.
OOC: Unless you say otherwise, I'm assuming everybody is staying together and following the servant.
Devyn:
You notice a gentleman over by one of the gaming tables who looks like he is trying to look inconspicuous, yet is clearly keeping a very close eye on the group. He does not seem to have noticed you noticing him.
Still indignant at not having her hand kissed, Marthasa thinks it's probably because she's now a lady of the cloth. Yes, 'tis not right. After all, if Cosgrave wants to kiss dirty hands, so be it! With that and a prayer to her God, Marthasa follows behind.
"Master Cosgrove. One of your servants seems to be requiring your attention," Alanna quitely points out to there host. "And thank you for your hospitality."
If Cosgrove or the servant says nothing of interest, then Alanna falls in step behind the second servant and moves towards the staircase.
As the party begins to follow the servant towards the bar at the lower level, Cormyck takes an extra moment and continues wandering around the gaming area.
Now what have we here? Cormyck wonders. Making his way through the hall, he eventually stops on the opposite side of the table from the man who was scrutinizing his companions. Using the game that is being played at the table as an excuse for his attention, Cormyck attempts to discern some additional details about the man.
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Key points of interest listed on the OOC Thread
The servant Delp leads you over to the metal spiral staircase and begins to descend. Unlike the upper floor, the walls here are made of blocks of rough-hewn dark-red stone. Oil lanters are placed strategically on your way down to provide enough light to see by, but which also cast long shadows behind you.
After a descent of almost a minute you finally reach a 30 by 40 foot room, covered in heavy tapestries depicting scenes of hunting and battle. A set of four chairs lines one wall, and a large, iron door is the only exit. Two people, a man and a woman stand up as they see you approaching. Each is dressed in a martial style, wearing brightly polished studded black and red leather, and carrying a small dagger at their waist. On their left breast is sewn a small emblem of gold coins and a sailing ship on a field of blue. They smile to you, ignoring Delp, "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the Fights. What is your pleasure this evening?"
Before you have a chance to say anything, Delp speaks up for the first time. He has a somewhat raspy voice, and a thick Swampie accent, "Dey's 'ere for a guezt 'oose already 'ere. Show 'em to the Bet'n'Bar, if ye would." The other man nods, and begins walking to the door. The woman gestures for you to follow him.
Devyn:
As the rest of your group makes its way down the stairs, the man you have been watching quickly picks up his money, dumps it in a small belt pouch, and begins heading for the front door.
