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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Manbearcat" data-source="post: 9560239" data-attributes="member: 6696971">* On TWYLL's Drow Signals 6-, Belyse agrees...but she has a big demand...and it is immediate:Belyse purses her lips, scrunches her nose, furrows her brow.  She looks at her hands and curses quietly in frustration as she practices making a collection of complex signals over the next minute.  When she feels confident, she inhales and performs the collection of interlocking fingers, points, palm gestures, and balled fists in sequence.  Net:  You're going to have to do better than materially help Therys and Toram down the line.  She wants something big and she wants it now.  Lord Dagult Neverember's captain (the bastard from last evening at the ruined manor and the inn in Blacklake) slew someone she cares deeply about either at that ruined manor in in The House of a Thousand Faces after you guys left the scene.  He has to die...this very night...otherwise she won't give up her ferry ticket and seat at the table.  Further, he can't die in the Protector's Enclave.  That will bring too much heat upon her business.  It has to happen when he is out on patrol in the Blacklake, River, or Chasm Districts.  Take it or leave it.  You've got these evening hours left before dawn to extinguish Captain Plinth, "The Hammer."So getting Lady Lily-Rose aboard The Macabre and at the table is going to entail either (1) doing this dangerous and terrible thing for Belyse or (2) opting-out and figuring out how to get her aboard and at the table yourselves in a Blades-like Score.* On TWYLL's Discern Realities 7-9 to olfactory countersurveil Valindra Shadowmantle (What here is not what it appears to be?):The organic, rustic whiff of a deciduous grove, broad leafs shed to the ground in multitudes.  The smell of autumn and the circle of life.But something more...something terrible.  Ash...supernaturally charged with dread.  The sensory smack of pestilence.  The smell of unnatural death.* On PRITCHARD's Parley 7-9 to convince Nimor Ironvice for 3 days delay:The dwarf looks skyward at his scouts on the roof of the Tarmalune Trade House.  He waves them off and the scale to the ground and disperse.  "Alright dandy from Waterdeep.  You've got your three days...on one condition.  I lost something precious to me.  Brindle drake, yay height (pantomimes), a jaw so square and mighty it'll tear a door clean from its hinges if the pups in a foul mood."He leans in and hisses with a mix of menace and pain, "he's a missin.'  Not run-away-from-home-like.  Stolen-like.  You better get me a lead or when I find you again in 3 days, I'm a takin' somethin' from you you won't want to give.  Savvy?"He leans back so his tobacco-chew-befouled breath isn't quite so pungent!  <Spits>  "You find him outright...and I'll do you one better.  Me and mine <signalling to his lackeys> will be indebted to ya.  And you know my rep.  I always pay back a favor owed."The dwarf and the toughs filter out into the Protector's Enclave as Nimor Ironvice throws three fingers up and shouts "Three days."[HR][/HR]Most pressing right now is the sitch within Tarmalune Trade House.  Do you agree or do you beg off, looking to find another way.Then, what do you do?</blockquote>

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