Pathfinders of Pelligrew's Pinnace [IC 01]

[HolyMan]

Leaf remembering his lessons on meeting someone above his station bows to the man in the pool, holding his boots so they don't fall off his shoulder. Although he is still unsure that is the correct thing to do in this situation, the humans of the cities have way to many rules to remember them all.

"I am Leaf, formerly of the Traeson Clan of the People. Recent Pathfinder to Absalom." Leaf replies after his unpracticed bow.

 

[grufflehead]

The Brass Man bows, touching his right hand to his heart and forehead as he rises. 'I am Mustapha' he says, simply. 'May the Prophet bless you this day'.

 

[mleibrock]

Lerissa

Not knowing who this very ugly man is, Lerissa neither feels the need to speak beyond her name or bow this man - or any other for that matter.

When it is her turn to introduce herself, she says simply, "Lerissa".

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

The old man looks at each of you and nods politely as you introduce yourselves. He quirks an eyebrow and looks mildly irritated at Lerissa's brevity and stern expression.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

He turns an expectant gaze on the Aasimar and waits patiently.

 

[Rhun]

"Abraxis Hellis," says the Aasimar, nodding his head in greeting.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

"And I, as you've no doubt surmised, am Grandmaster Torch. I am - I think - pleased to make your acquaintance. Now, what brings you to my humble abode this evening?"

 

[mleibrock]

Lerissa

Unsure of this situation, Lerrisa remains quiet, deferring response to another party member.

 

[grufflehead]

'Our thanks for agreeing to see us' said Mustapha, taking a step forward.

With a self-deprecating smile, he continued 'as you will have gathered, my comrades and I are recent visitors to the city. In my brief time here, it has been my experience that, much like one of the sensuous veil dancers of Shaktar, one can never be sure exactly what fate awaits he who rushes in without first considering his options carefully... And so, our friend', the Brass Man indicates Yargos with a sweep of his hand, 'has suggested that in order to ensure we walk the correct path, we should seek enlightenment from one wise in Absalom's ways. We humbly ask your assistance in a matter of most pressing concern'.

With that, the bard withdrew a pace and again inclined his head respectfully towards the scarred man.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Torch smiles slightly at Mustapha's words and manner, and thinks for a moment. "Nicely said. I must say, even in this cosmopolitan city I've rarely come across a group as . . . diverse . . . as yours. You seek information from me, but I am a businessman. Tell me of your need, sirs, so I'll be able to put a price on the information."