[LPF] The Inheritance

[soulnova]

"Oh, where are my manners!? Yes, of course, my name is Damaris, at your service, good sir" she gives him a small courtesy.

"And yes, I'll make sure he stays out of trouble. This experience will surely be the lesson he needs to straighten up" she sighs in relief.

Damaris claps her hands in excitement and nods to Tasanto and Tyrion with a smile.

When Benedek comes out she waves at him with a smile. "Benedek your father and Katalin are going to be so happy when they see you. They are finishing delivering their food at the market but we can wait for them at the inn."

If Benedek seems confused on who she is she will look offended. "Oh, c'mon, I didn't change that much, don't give me that face. It was just like my mama said, I turned out prettier, so who's laughing now, huh? Katelin was delighted to see me. We better not make them wait, they have worried enough about you... c'mon, let's go. I have to scold you a lot on the way there"

She will take his arm gently and lead him away.

 

[GlassEye]

Benedek's confusion is understandable as he has clearly suffered insults to his person during his 'conversations' with Inquisitor Vanembrel. Vanembrel only watches Damaris in an unsettling fashion as his sergeant hands Benedek over to the group. The boy shies away from helping hands misunderstanding the intent to help but Damaris' reassuring ramble and the fact that he is free to leave with the group settles him.

The sergeant moves forward but Vanembrel stays him by lightly gripping his subordinate's arm. "Good day," he says with an oily smile. "I look forward to our next meeting."

Unless there is something further the group manages to lead Benedek from the guard station to the Market House inn. Two guards follow at a distance and make no attempt to hide the fact that they are following. When the group enters the inn and passes Old Mags to take Benedek to Molnar's room the guards remain outside.


. Inquisitor Vanembrel .

 

[soulnova]

During the trip Damaris will talk to the boy in low voice. "Sweety, you got yourself in big trouble. We will get you to your pa's room and I need you to stay there and be very quiet. Alright? Can you tell me what exactly happened to you?"

She glances back at the guard with a usual smile. -Of course he did...-

When they get to the inn, she will ask Old Mags to get some hearty plate of food for the boy. She will ask another 2 plates for the guards at the door.

"Oh, thank you so much for making sure we arrived safe and sound! I'm very grateful to Inquisitor Vanembrel, he seems like a wonderful man. I can't offer you much in return... but did you have lunch already?" she offers them the plate "I believe Old Mags just got some fresh produce so I'm sure this will taste great. Please, enjoy it"


[sblock=OOC] I believe at least one guard is the same she got the first diplomacy roll, right? He should be at least on indifferent or friendly. [/sblock]

Damaris will go back to the party in the room to look at their options. "The damn inquisitor is not buying it. He might have got wind of us before hand" she looks at Benedek for a second "Sweetie, do you know who we are? Did you mention us to Vanembrel?"


"In any case, we will need a distraction to leave" she turns to the rest. "I'm open to suggestions"

 

[sunshadow21]

"What kind of distraction would you like? We have a few choices; letting the crazy rat loose in the common room would certainly be one option. I also am capable of creating a variety of illusions if you can think an appropriate one for the situation."

 

[soulnova]

"I would certainly prefer something that can't be traced back to us. Mr. Dickens is already known in this par of town as companion of Cavernous Hode" Damaris shakes her head.

"Something else?" she asks the rest.

 

[Satin Knights]

Tasanto ponders a bit before speaking. "Maybe it will be sufficient to simply walk Katalin and Benedek to the gates with a couple of horses so they can go home immediately and then we can go on with our other business until Molnar is ready to leave with the cart. If the guards are here to simply make sure he 'leaves the city', that is the cleanest route and does exactly what they want. If we play games, then there must have been a reason for the games, which only gets us implicated in what ever he was accused of before. It would also provide validation for the previous accusations. If we do nothing suspicious, they have nothing to scrutinize."

"You don't poke the hornet's nest, you simply walk by."
[sblock=ooc]Sense motive on the guards (1d20+13=25) as to their orders/intentions.[/sblock]

 

[GlassEye]

The guards seem discomfited when approached and spoken to by Damaris. One guard scowls and refuses to take the plate of food but the other grabs the plate as if it were his by right and begins to shovel in handfuls of food. The one that refused shakes his head again and shifts his position so that he can watch both the front of the inn and the cracked side of inn along the alley. The guards seem to be nothing more than the typical Sumbran, low intellect thug in a uniform, much like the other guards the group has seen and been warned about. Tasanto has a hunch that Inquisitor Vanembrel wouldn't have released Benedek without Damaris' persuasion but that eloquent strangers might have piqued his curiosity, enough so to set a pair of guards to follow them.

Benedek seems in a daze but once in the safety of the inn room breaks down in exhausted relief. Once he can speak again he examines the group with heavy-lidded eyes and is slow to answer. It seems likely that the guards rarely allowed him to get much sleep. "Is my Da really here? I don't know who you are. I didn't say anything; I swear by the Night." Questions seem to make the young man very anxious and when he clutches his head you can see his arms are mottled with purple-green bruises.

 

[soulnova]

Damaris pats Benedek in the shoulder. "Alright, if you don't know us, that's better still. See sweetie, you are safe here. Your dad will come around when he finish selling the food at the market. Did you really make trouble with the local religion?" she asks softly.


Damaris turns to Tasanto. "Yeah, you are right. We might have to wait a little but we will really need to make sure to buy the cart before hand."

"I could provide some entertainment until Molnar comes back" she chuckles looking back at the common room.

"Old Grams, I told you I would come back for a last performance and I keep my promises!"

[sblock=Performance]
Sing
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4113714/
1d20+7 → [18,7] = (25)

Hahahaha [/sblock]


[video=youtube;E52rxz2sjRs]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E52rxz2sjRs[/video]

 

[jackslate45]

Tyrion just watches the room, confirming that nothing odd is catching their attention.

[sblock]
Perception: 1d20+5=21
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[Systole]

The dwarf appaluds heartily. "Cavernous Hode thinks the singing maiden should perhaps sing more ballads about herself. After all, she did rescue the distressed dams-- er, the distressed farmer's son." He frowns at the young man. "Improperly dressed for a rescue though he was."