Jungle Realm of Teotlok

Biting insects seem to cloud around the flickering lamp outside the door. It's currently nighttime, but Theldan's is still open. Inside, you can dimly make out a bespectacled and elderly human, hunched over a desk, working on some figures.

A greybearded dwarven guard with a war-pick leans on a barrel outside.
 

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"Yes... anyhow we should get the names for after we get hired. Otherwise our employe will think we want to press on him. Let's go with a low profile, and we'll get the job." suggests the sorcerer
 

(OOC: I want to get this moving! So upon entering Theldan's the bespectacled man looks up and greets your group:)

"Greetings, I am Biran Theldan, I'm not the owner of this company, but I am related to him..(*wink)

...Why yes we are looking for guards. The jungle is especially dangerous, and we have also contracted a logging group recently, to help us cut a better road through the jungle. For now we can only get our carts about halfway to the site, and everything else is on foot. The workers fear attacks by savage humanoids and other dangers (specifically gibberlings.. frightful things). But there are other dangers in the jungle as well. What we can pay now is 20 gold to each of you for an escort to the site. We have a caravan leaving in the morning.. and you don't have to stay (we have a camp that is well guarded, which will be your destination)."

"I must insist on non-disclosure, as to the location of our dig. We are still competing with the Kegsplitter Clan over territory. This is a very lucrative dig for us."

He gets up and moves to a locked shelf and starts going through a ring of keys.

"If you can agree to this, I can provide you a map..and half of your pay tomorrow morning."
 


"Very well, we'll be as discrete as possible my good man. Fear not, your goods will be transported safely through the perils of the jungle, none shall stand on our way for too long" Declares the mystical Bonamius.
 


Hane's eyes light up on the mention of gold, he nods, already counting the ways he was going to spend the gold...he grins lewdly. "Yes, I am in too. Hey Bone-y, you still want glory and give to me your gold?" he asks the sorceror.
 

"I must insist on non-disclosure, as to the location of our dig. We are still competing with the Kegsplitter Clan over territory. This is a very lucrative dig for us."

"What does luke...rut...iv mean?" Rulk grins widely, his uneven and yellowed teeth presenting an... interesting sight.

Leaning against the wall Rulk rubs at his single tusk with a "Rulk-not-in-right-now" look on his face as he waits for his companions to finish talking amongst themselves and reach a decision.
 

Camden, Human Bard

(Outside)
Well chiefly I am an Adventurer!, my talents lie in inspirening my companions, and cutting down enemies with sharp blade or Even sharper words.

As for a group name "Hair of the Dog? Heirs of the Dodge? im just saying that in general we have more than the common ammount of hair. I could stop shaving for the cause.."
He strokes his hairless chin, which he shaves every 3 days whether it needs it or not.

(Inside)
how bout 25 gold apeace? We are hardy adventures with diverse talents of both blades and magic! And of course we will not disclose the location of your digg to your competators... about how many days will we be traveling?

Now about this map, does it have Hook Peak on it? no? Would you happen to know where such a mountian lies? still no? .... well no matter! we will return at dawn.
 
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Gnarul watches the proceedings silently with arms folded. Sweat trickles down his brow even at the late, and supposedly cooler, hour. With negotiations well in hand, his mind wanders briefly to the question as to what the dwarves are mining, but that is not important to him.
 

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