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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Malvoisin" data-source="post: 3331193" data-attributes="member: 40128">On The RoofXander and Ari continue to hear voices drift up from the alley below, but are unable to tell exactly who they belong to. Ari turns her attention to the padlock on the trap door, using her assortment of tools to try and pick it. (Open Lock Check: 15+9=24). She fiddles with the tumblers within for a few moments, but sighs in frustration when the lock doesn't spring open; it seems to be a fairly high quality lock.From below, the voices from the alley fade to inaudibility as the speakers seem to have gone inside the pub. ~~~In The Alley(Sense Motive Check) Like Coldan, Cassandra cannot find any reason to doubt that Torrent is who she says she is."Shall we speak inside?! Yes, of course! that's what I've been trying to tell you!" Torrent whispers forcefully. "Follow me."Torrent leads the wary Coldan and Cassandra into the common room of The Poison Apple. The darkened pub is mostly empty now, its many tables and chairs pushed to one wall and covered with sheets. Torrent gestures casually toward a single table which sits in the center of the room, with several chairs around it. A small oil lamp and beer keg sit on top of it, along with several mugs. Once the three are inside, Torrent closes and locks the alley door once again.At the back corner of the common room beside the bar, a staircase leads upstairs. The windows and door facing onto the street are closed, boarded up from the outside. On the wall behind the bar hangs a bronze bust of the former emperor of Ragesia, Drakus Coaltongue...a regal, aged half-orc with a scar cutting diagonally across his face.In the faint lantern glow, Coldan and Cassandra get a better view of Torrent. She is tall and strong, with the confident air of a warrior. She is quite distinctive looking, with tanned skin, and short white hair. Under a dark winter coat she wears a breastplate decorated with blue wave-like etchings, and a holy symbol to an obscure sea god is tied to her wrist with a leather cord. Her demeanor is smooth but forceful, like an ocean wave."Well, have a drink," Torrent offers invitingly as she pours herself a mug of beer. "Why should iminent war, death, and destruction dampen the celebration of the New Year, right?" She offers a grim smile. "I want to wait a few minutes before we get down to brass tacks, anyway. I was told they were sending a 'team' and the last time I checked, a 'team' meant more than 'two'." Seeing the cautious expressions on the faces of Coldan and Cassandra, Torrent offers, "Have a look around if it will make you feel better. There's no one else here."</blockquote>

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