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<blockquote data-quote="Manbearcat" data-source="post: 9549832" data-attributes="member: 6696971">&lt;Cut to the Driftwood Tavern on the bay&gt;&quot;How gauche of you not to afford me a chariot on this dashing rescue,&quot; says Lady Lily-Rose as she pulls out a fan from a pocket and pantomimes as much fake drama as possible.&nbsp; Madame Rosene, hardened look on her weathered face, picks herself up from a horseshoe collection of tables where a meeting of weathered-faced folks with hardened looks is going down.&nbsp; Her pointed demeanor conveys &quot;this isn't time for dilly dally.&quot;&nbsp; &quot;Alright Mr Blue,&quot; she says, knowing that is an alias and that you are on the run from something...or to something.&nbsp; &quot;As you can see, we are in the middle of an emergency meeting.&nbsp; I don't have time for formalities.&quot;&nbsp; She reaches out her hand for the requisite Coin.&nbsp; &lt;I'm assuming the accommodations are just 0 Coin color [USER=1282]@darkbard[/USER] and not an actual recharge, given that you're only down 4 HP.&nbsp; If it is an actual recharge, this is an expensive joint; Well-to-Do and Convalescence House fees and services only&gt;Once the Coin is collected she offers a stern, &quot;Now off with you &lt;shooshing gesture&gt;.&nbsp; And I don't want to hear a damn peep from your room, ya hear?&nbsp; Not a peep or I'll throw ya in the sea!&quot;&nbsp; She scampers back to her table.&lt;Cut to the room&gt;Lady Lily-Rose's demeanor is a stark contrast to the playfulness prior.&nbsp; It is all dark and clouded.&nbsp; &quot;The Patriarch of Asmodeus is very angry.&nbsp; Through cursed luck, you've effed up his plans, Master Blackmantle.&nbsp; He's paid the scoundrel Nimor Ironvice to track you down.&nbsp; The fool arrived here last evening from Waterdeep, a wagon of lackeys backing him.&nbsp; You'll need to lay low or skedaddle.&quot;She walks over to your bay-facing window, peeks out, then closes the curtains.&nbsp; &quot;He'll find out where you're staying soon enough and have the place surveiled around the clock.&quot;She turns around slowly, smiles, and boops you on the nose as she moseys by.&nbsp; &quot;...Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand, I think that is probably all I can say on the matter.&quot;&nbsp; She walks slowly to the door, practically begging to be paid for more information.[HR][/HR]What do we do here?&nbsp; Let her go, hit the sack, and make some kind of play in the morning?&nbsp; Or are you going to try to milk her for more than that?</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Manbearcat, post: 9549832, member: 6696971"] <Cut to the Driftwood Tavern on the bay> [I]"How gauche of you not to afford me a chariot on this dashing rescue," says Lady Lily-Rose as she pulls out a fan from a pocket and pantomimes as much fake drama as possible. Madame Rosene, hardened look on her weathered face, picks herself up from a horseshoe collection of tables where a meeting of weathered-faced folks with hardened looks is going down. Her pointed demeanor conveys "this isn't time for dilly dally." "Alright Mr Blue," she says, knowing that is an alias and that you are on the run from something...or to something. "As you can see, we are in the middle of an emergency meeting. I don't have time for formalities." She reaches out her hand for the requisite Coin. <I'm assuming the accommodations are just 0 Coin color [USER=1282]@darkbard[/USER] and not an actual recharge, given that you're only down 4 HP. If it is an actual recharge, this is an expensive joint; Well-to-Do and Convalescence House fees and services only> Once the Coin is collected she offers a stern, "Now off with you <shooshing gesture>. And I don't want to hear a damn peep from your room, ya hear? Not a peep or I'll throw ya in the sea!" She scampers back to her table. <Cut to the room> Lady Lily-Rose's demeanor is a stark contrast to the playfulness prior. It is all dark and clouded. "The Patriarch of Asmodeus is very angry. Through cursed luck, you've effed up his plans, Master Blackmantle. He's paid the scoundrel Nimor Ironvice to track you down. The fool arrived here last evening from Waterdeep, a wagon of lackeys backing him. You'll need to lay low or skedaddle." She walks over to your bay-facing window, peeks out, then closes the curtains. "He'll find out where you're staying soon enough and have the place surveiled around the clock." She turns around slowly, smiles, and boops you on the nose as she moseys by. "...Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand, I think that is probably all I can say on the matter." She walks slowly to the door, practically begging to be paid for more information.[/I] [HR][/HR] What do we do here? Let her go, hit the sack, and make some kind of play in the morning? Or are you going to try to milk her for more than that? [/QUOTE]

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