Malvoisin's Savage Tide, Act 1 - There Is No Honor

[Rhun]

Anar nods at Bael. "It seems as though you were right. Let's keep this information to ourselves for now, though. No need to trouble Lady Lavinia about the sort of company Vanthus seems to keep these days." The rogue cocks his head and smiles. "At least not yet."

 

[Voadam]

"Well obviously I would turn to Panchi. After all, he was the last one to see Vanthus and I do want to collect on that considerable gambling debt the young gentleman owes me. I'm just glad I brought Chongo and you others along for when we do catch up to him, in case he forgets while among his pals. People really should not make serious wagers when they are roaring drunk. DragonMarks is a serious card game not to be entered into lightly." Kalen gets himself into the spirit things as he comes up with a plan of approach for the dwarven proprietor.

 

[Malvoisin]

'It Still Floats!' is right down Harbor Way from the Plucked Parrot, so the party purposefully makes its way to the boat shop, eager to pursue this newest lead.

Outside the shop are a number of small boats...rowboats, outriggers, and the like...which look to be of rather questionable quality. Truly, this boat shop is well named.

Within, a muscular dwarf, his hands blackened with pitch, scowls as he uses a plane to shave down a long plank of wood. This must be Panchi. He blinks, slightly perturbed, as the party of six enters the shop. "Well, do the lot of you be needin' a boat?"

When asked instead about Vanthus and his cohort Penkus, the already surly dwarf glowers even more. He raises his voice, "Who are you, and why you be asking?!"

Diplomacy needed here.

 

[Legildur]

When asked instead about Vanthus and his cohort Penkus, the already surly dwarf glowers even more. He raises his voice, "Who are you, and why you be asking?!"

Seeing that the dwarf has been located, Bael, as an elf, knows better than to try and act as the diplomat, particularly with someone in a trade he knows little about. Making himself scarce, he stays at the door and keeps watch.

 

[Rhun]

Anar steps forward. "Good Master Dwarf, we have certain business dealings that we must needs discuss with Master Vandorboren. We were given to understand that you might have knowledge of his whereabouts, and perhaps set us in the right direction?"

OOC: Diplomacy +5

 

[GwydapLlew]

Chongo will content himself with standing in the back and being prepared for trouble. These sort of negotiations go wrong All The Time.

 

[Malvoisin]

Anar steps forward. "Good Master Dwarf, we have certain business dealings that we must needs discuss with Master Vandorboren. We were given to understand that you might have knowledge of his whereabouts, and perhaps set us in the right direction?"

(Diplomacy Check)
"Feh...'business dealings'. I know all about the kind of 'business dealings' that sort deals in. I'll tell you what I know, just so's you'll be gettin' out and leavin' me in peace. Your man Vanderboren and his greasy friend was here, and after they managed to insult me 'bout six different ways, we struck a deal on a boat. The pair of 'em seemed all excited, doubtless over some criminal undertakin'. I saw 'em loadin' a bunch of lamp oil, lanterns, and rope in it before they rowed away. I don't know where they went...don't wanna know, either...but they headed west. That good enough to get you out of here?"

 

[Rhun]

Anar smiles widely and bows to the dwarf. "Of course, sir...we don't want to bring you any trouble. I thank you for your aid. It is most appreciated." Anar turns to leave, and then turns back to the dwarf. "One more thing, if you don't mind. You stated that they rowed away? I take it then that this was a small boat that they purchased...one with a, ah, limited range?"

 

[hafrogman]

Keoni stands at the back with Chongo, listening in on the conversation with the dwarven merchant. When the mention of their quarry, he gets a thoughtful expression on his face. While Anar finishes up with his pleasantries, the young islander sticks his head outside to try and see what lies to the west, if anything.

 

[stonegod]

The old man hears mention of things west and tries to put two and two together. He used to be a competent navigator, and perhaps some of that would still be rolling back in that cranium of his.

OOC: Kn: Geo+Kn: Local check to figure what the likely targets in range. Course, I could look at the Sasserine map to, if it is that short of a range.