[LPF] The Inheritance

Thuvian listens quietly as the others make plans, mentally making notes of the information so as to be able to more accurately prepare his spells for the next day.
 

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"Other tales, ya know," says Cosmin with a look over at Tyrion. "Tales of night creatures that can't stand the light of day? Not that there's much daylight to harm 'em here." He shrugs and begins fishing around in his tunic for something. He withdraws a much folded piece of parchment and begins carefully unfolding the fragile map. He spreads it out on a dry spot on the table and points at the faded ink marked with a fresher circle made with charcoal and small X's that dot building around the line of the wall. "The wall circles 'round here. Guards patrol the perimeter but it's irregular; can't tell when they'll be by. These buildings are now guardposts." He jabs his finger at several buildings that stand along the wall at intervals.

He glances up at Damaris. "Won't really have to worry about the inquisitors. They let the guard do the menial work of guardin' and such. They catch wind of what's going on and we're sunk." Cosmin points at a building about a block away from the charcoal line that represents the wall and mid-way between two guardposts. "This is the old Angroza manor. This guardpost I been asking about; might be one of the guards there would take a bribe to let you over the wall. And this guard post..." He points at the second of the nearby guard stations. "This one is rumored to be haunted. Always supposed to be at least one guard on while the other does a patrol but I learned they don't like to be in the post alone and they double up on the patrol leaving the post empty for a bit." He looks from one to the other of those gathered around the table. "You got ideas on how you wanna go in?"


. . . Cosmin Siguranta . . .
 

"Good, good. Haunted guard posts and bribing guards. That's something we can work around off" she chuckles "Well, I do have some money to make the guards look the other way, but we could also attempt to cross when the guards leave this other post..."

"Tasanto... I haven't asked you before, but how much can you carry around when you transform? We don't know exactly how much we would be able to salvage and I doubt we will be able to get a cart through..."

She looks at the others. "In any case... Are you up for a little haunting?... o we go the bribery way? I personally would like to avoid confrontation unless we find some of the shady things the tales talk about."

"How much are we talking about here? How much do they usually bite?" she asks Cosmin.
 


"I could carry about two hundred and fifty pounds, maybe three hundred, with the haversack if I tossed away some heavy tools and stuff. Find me a scroll of Ant Haul and I can probably manage eight hundred pounds if it is bundled just right."

"If we come across zombie children, I will hit them first, this time. Other spooky things, I haven't had trouble with yet, so I assume I can fight them."
 

"I could carry about two hundred and fifty pounds, maybe three hundred, with the haversack if I tossed away some heavy tools and stuff. Find me a scroll of Ant Haul and I can probably manage eight hundred pounds if it is bundled just right."

"If we come across zombie children, I will hit them first, this time. Other spooky things, I haven't had trouble with yet, so I assume I can fight them."


"Well, well, If I had a hat I would take it off. That IS a lot. Ok, I think we can have that covered. We could leave all the heavy stuff at our rooms at the Inn and have a cart waiting for us by the wall, with something to cover it, of course. When can we make our move? I would like to see if tomorrow, as I promised someone I would help them out with his son."

She moves closer to Cosmin "There's a boy that was found with what I believe was a sacred coin from... well, I think I'm not supposed to say the name out loud. Do you think I could speak with the guards onto let him go? He shouldn't be much older than me. You haven't heard anything about it, do you?"
 

"Cavernous Hode would, of course, prefer a slightly lower means of ingress. Failing that, both he and Mister Dickens are exceptionally sneaky, and Cavernous Hode has magics which could be turned to spooky purpose, in order to aid and abet a surreptitious appropinquation. He recommends the haunted approach."
 

Cosmin listens as the group discusses their options. "Handful of coins for a bribe should do it, but it sounds as if you've decided the haunting route. You could try dropping in the sewer and making your way under the wall but I know nothing about what's down there." He frowns and looks at Damaris with narrowed eyes as if reassessing who he is working with. "As for the boy, if it is just the guard you might be able to pay a fine and get him out. If you can be persuasive. If the inquisitors have taken an interest in the boy you might as well forget it right now. Nobody comes back from their attentions, least-ways not whole."

Cosmin wipes his hands on his pants and looks around. "I can show you where the haunted guard post is on the way back to your inn. Then you can do your job without me ever needing to know the when of it."


. . . Cosmin Siguranta . . .
 

She sighs a little, worried about the sewers. "Ugh, I'll need an extra change of clothes..." she whispers to herself. She loves buying new clothes, yes, but not to get them all messed up.

"That seems perfect. I would greatly appreciate you showed us the guard post. Thank you."
 

Tyrion's face darkens a little bit when the sewers are brought up. However, he says nothing as the converstaion starts to wrap up, double checking his gear and ensuring that everything is in it's proper place.
 

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