Paridon Book II: A Taste For Power (IC)

Calahan rolls his eyes, and offers Skyler of his tobacco.

"Their softness and compassion is what is our colleagues' weakness.
...But it is also the reason I travel with the Rose Company."
 

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Pigglemorth tenses. "I'm not sure! I spoke with some enforcer, just making his rounds, he said he was taking a full report back to here, back to the Investigators! Some human, had a beard!"
 

Skyler waves off Calahan's offer of tobacco. He turns his attention back to Pigglemorth. "Fair enough. We shall check on this report. In the meantime, I asked you a question about Alec's hideaways...would you know where we could find any of these?"
 

Rhiannon did not add anything further to the discussion at this time, simply watching and observing quietly as she pondered how he possibly made the jump from one possibly unfiled report to such extreme vigilantism... it wasn't exactly a case like her own. He needed investigators... Rhia had only needed an enforcer to be around...
 

Ru Brike, barbaric human monk

Ru starts at Berman's admonishment, looking at his hands on the gnome's shoulders as if they belong to someone else. Slowly, he releases the small prisoner, and his voice softens again.

"I ... understand," he says tentatively, then begins regaining his presence of mind. "Do you recall the date? We may better be able to find this constable by checking the rolls for the day."
 

Eugene observes and listens from the hall taking care to remain unseen by the prisoner. He evaluates his new colegues in his mind, putting them into initial slots of volatile, dependant, meek, brute and unknown. Subject to additional information ofcourse.

OOC: I'll let you decide who is who :)
 

Cliff runs his hands through his beard, and contemplates all that has been said. He mumbles to himself... Bearded human?! He tries to run the roster of street police that he knows through his head, trying to think on who that could possibly be.

OOC: Knowledge Local +3
 

Cliff runs through the names of bearded humans on the force, and comes up with a bunch. He notes the goatees and stubble on his fellow policemen...

"What time? Six days, seventeen hours, twenty-three minutes, and 12 seconds ago," Pigglemorth rattles off. "I'm a clockmaker, that was the time. As for where, I have no idea. Check out some dive bars, the more twisted, the better. He's probably involved somehow."

Cliff realizes that if he saw the rolls for the day, he could determine which of the people were, in fact, bearded men.
 

Skyler sighs. "Great, dive bars." He glances at Calahan, a slight smile on his face. "Its a good thing I'm part of the constabularly. Otherwise my presence in such a place might cause quite the scandal."
 

Ru Brike, barbaric human monk

"What time? Six days, seventeen hours, twenty-three minutes, and 12 seconds ago," Pigglemorth rattles off. "I'm a clockmaker, that was the time. As for where, I have no idea. Check out some dive bars, the more twisted, the better. He's probably involved somehow."

Ru gives Pigglemorth the slightest smile. "I appreciate your precision, and I swear to you I will do my best to find this man who failed in his duty."

Still at Pigglemorth's level, Ru looks up to the other constables. "I think I'm done here. Does anyone else have any questions, or can we let our little clockmaker try to get some rest?"
 

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