Festy_Dog said:
Ba'aktar mentally went over what he was carrying, figuring out whether he had what he needed. He stepped through the shuffling groups of people who hadn't yet retreated indoors, or perhaps had no indoors to retreat to, and made his way to the tavern entrance. The Dyke and Wheelbarrow's appearance said a lot about it, one would say it was a fitting place for a group of people who were about to steal from children. It somehow seemed worse than the buildings around, and a sinister feel hung on the place, reinforced with bad lighting. Ba'aktar's stoney face didn't flinch as he stepped through the doors to the place, this was actually where he'd gotten accomodation a ways back when he was too short on coin to afford anything acceptable.
He took a seat at his colleagues' table and grunted a greeting to those present, before turning in the direction of the bar.
"Drink!" he yelled over the surrounding conversations, and sat back, "We gonna eat now or will celebrations come after?"
With a roar of laughter and a round of thumpings on the back, Yu'olan grins wildly and drinks from his cup deeply. Hentre and Ulam, possibly the two most heavily inbred and psychotic halflings that Ba'aktar had ever met, both looked at each other with wild abandon before headbutting and falling back into their cups.
Little was said apart from cheering, yelling and growling for the first three cups, but eventually Yu'olan calms the two halfling by throwing a spoon at one of their heads.
"Settle down ya bastards, we gotta git ta business."
After a glaring look by Ulam, the receipiant of the spoon, the table quiets down enough to hear each other above the shouting of the rest of the pub.
"Now you pretty little boys and girls, youse know what we is lookin' for. The coins are in that ol' chapel of Urbanus over in the Colliseum district, just on the edge near the Apartments. Anyways, I scoped it out, and there is only three actual spell-flingers down that way, all of 'em too old or crap to stop us really. The kids are all little tikes, so no need to worry 'bout them. Apart from that, our only real problem is 'ow ta spend all tha cash, eh?"
There is a round of laughter and everyone drains their cups. Ulam looks nervously around before piping up: "Yeh, ah.....I dun s'pose dat nun else know 'bout dis, eh? Coz if dey so spensiv, den why no-un else nicked 'em yet?"
Yu'olan answers deftly by hurling his fork at the midget and laughing. "Don' worry, we got Baaky on our side, he's like a small army 'imself. If any of the little tykes cause you trouble, Baaky'll spat 'em, eh?"
Yu'olan looks at the massive half-orc with a grin, "So what's our plan of attack chief?"
