[LPF] The Inheritance

[GlassEye]

Thuvian & Cavernous Hode, +Damaris, Tasanto, & Tyrion

Once Cosmin quiets down after laughing at Cavernous Hode's anagram of his name the others in the bar glance away and go back to their sullen drinking. Thuvian sees no one paying an inordinate amount of attention to the three men, not even the serving girl who dropped their drinks onto the table and disappeared into the kitchen. Cosmin nods at Thuvian's reply.

"Then you would be the ones I've been waiting for. But I wouldn't be so free with your plans. There's many as would turn you over to the inquisitors for that bit of information alone." He pauses and glances over at the bar clearly wondering when his empty mug will get refilled. "I expected Mister A to get more than two men on his job... I'll tell you what I know and you can ask what question you might've got. After I get another drink." He scowls and glares at the barkeep.

"Get that girl to bring me another!" he hollers across the room. "And send out three plates of whatever you have cooking back there. And make it quick!" Shaking his head he turns back to Thuvian and Cavernous. "This place keeps going downhill..."

Cosmin deflects all conversation of the upcoming job until his beer arrives and then continues to do so until the food arrives shortly after that. With a plate in front of him he turns his full attention on the food until he leans back on his bench and pats his belly. "Now that the social niceties are done for, we can get down to business..."

He is about to continue when the door to the Blind King opens and Viktor, the young boy who led Thuvian and Cavernous Hode to the Blind King, scuttles in and ducks to one side of the door and frantically makes crude hand signals towards the man. Cosmin glares and claps his mouth closed as three figures familiar to Thuvian and Cavernous Hode enter the bar.

Damaris, Tasanto, and Tyrion enter the bar and see Thuvian and Cavernous Hode at a table with a man who is frowning over at a boy skulking next to the door they just entered. The rest of the bar is sparsely populated with most of the patrons along the length of the bar turning to glance at the newcomers as they enter.


. . . Cosmin Siguranta . . .

 

[soulnova]

"Might need to meet up with other friends and if they haven't found trouble, I'll would gladly come back for another song" Damaris assures the old woman.

Once outside she looks back at Tasanto and Tyrion. "Was it only me or she wanted us to stay?"


Afterwards...

"Oh! Good! See? There they are" she motions Tasanto and Tyrion to the table. "Good day sir, I hope we are not late. We were making sure of having some boarding if needed" she gives him a courtesy.

 

[Systole]

"Ah, Cavernous Hode must introduce he of the significantly anagrammed name to Cavernous Hode's erstwhile traveling and vegetable-guarding companions. This is the scruffy warrior, the singing maiden ... and the cat-shaped boy. Well, he is currently boy-shaped, but Cavernous Hode assures the gentleman that this is merely a facade." Mister Dickens ignores the arrival of everyone else, instead focusing on glaring at the men at the bar.

 

[jackslate45]

Tyrion shrugs at the question once out of the bar and says "If she did, she really didn't try to hard to keep us there. Still, got good taste in Ale."

Upon entering the new bar, with all his weapons and equipment now fully equipped, he matches eys with anyone that lingers too long on the party, staring right back at them, hoping to encourage them to mind their own buisness. Once he over hears Cavernous' introudction on them, Tyrion reaches up to his unshaven face and mutters to himself "Scruffy eh? Ya, i could do with a shave now. It's way too long..."

 

[Satin Knights]

Tasanto is relieved the dwarf is using generic descriptions instead of our names while we are trying to blend in anonymously in this town. He nods to the stranger and sits down quietly.

 

[GlassEye]

The man at the table with Thuvian and Cavernous Hode looks at the newcomers from under brushy eyebrows and nods a greeting. "Well, if this one says you are part of the group then have a seat." He waves one hand in the air towards the bar and points at his table before lifting up three fingers. He turns back to the group. "Cat-shaped boy? Never mind... I already give these two my name so the rest of you might as well have it: I'm called Cosmin Siguranta. Master A trusts me to know the lay of the land. You've a big job, so I'm to help you in whatever way I can. Now, what are you thinking on entry?"

With both Tyrion and Mister Dickens facing them down the men at the bar turn back to their drinks. From across the room their talk is little more than disgruntled mutters but they look like they won't take it any further than grumbling amongst themselves. It is at least reassuring to know that your conversation won't be easily overheard by those at the bar. Cosmin notices the glares and waves it off as of no account. "Pay them no mind. They may not like strangers but they've no spine to do anything about it."


. . . Cosmin Siguranta . . .

 

[soulnova]

"Well, I have been learning about the dark things that lurk beyond the walls so I would like to know how plausible would be to try to recover the items during daylight. Also we need to know how far is the house from the barrier itself. Have you been to this place before" Damaris asks the man trying to get a thorough explanation of what they are dealing with.

 

[GlassEye]

Cosmin shrugs. "Never crossed the wall, myself, though I've heard of others who have. Tales being what they are, they either never returned or came back with unheard of wealth and slowly went mad. Going in the day or at night makes little difference; it's almost as dark during the day but if you have any belief in other tales then those dark things you mentioned might be weakened a bit during the day. With the thick clouds that cover Sumbru it's hard to say whether it would make a difference." He takes a drink and wipes the foam from his mustache with the back of his hand. "House is close to the barrier. Only about a block or so in. Shouldn't have much trouble finding it. If you need it I got an old map with marks showing the walls; since it's old there's lots that might not be right about it but not much we can do 'bout that."


. . . Cosmin Siguranta . . .

 

[jackslate45]

Tyrion pauses his glares around the bar at the old man's words, and leans closer into him. "Maps are always good to have. I have some experience with maps due to my wanderings, but it's better than going in blind. And whats this about other tales? Just in case, mind ya."

 

[soulnova]

Damaris nods to Tasanto. "Good, that would make matters easier with the map. Now, is that part of the wall being guarded? I have heard the inquisitors might be... a little difficult to let us go on our business."