Phaeton's Falcons

[Craw Hammerfist]

Livingston will find the local temple of Kelemvor, however small it my be, and establish some contacts, pray a little, and have a small meal.

[sblock=Livingston]The temple of Kelemvor is, not surprisingly, located near several large cemeteries. While the temple of Kelemvor itself is not particularly large, there are a surprising number of acolytes. Kelemvor's priests are not unwelcome in the temples of most of the other commonly worshipped deities in Arabel, as they typically involve a priest of Kelemvor in any funerary rite.[/sblock]

 

[PhoenixAsh]

“I for one always appreciate my stab wounds mended, I’m glad for your company Roland. But I won’t be laying down any coin on a game of cards with you,” she smirks. She keeps her peace while Roland describes Arabel to Deric, absorbing what he says before nodding. “Good to hear, sounds like we won’t have to go far to spend our reward properly. I’ve only just recently arrived myself and I haven’t traveled much at all, except at need.”

As Gurv emerges she pays attention to what he has to say, and mindfully lowers her voice, “That seems like good news. The gnome did say he was going to check out the warehouse tonight didn’t he? But Phaeton has kept it under watch, I wonder if there is much more to be seen, unless a bunch of people show up for a sale. Or he can find a hidden way inside. It’s an older building, right? We probably couldn’t find the builder or any records on it.” She glances around the tavern and mutters, “I’d wager we end up crawling in through the sewers or something equally pleasant. I’ll take you up on that drink,” she nods to Gurv.

 

[s@squ@tch]

"True...true," Deric says to Vylela,"Phaeton has put the warehouse under surveillance, but his information was not exactly complete." Deric continues,"It could be wise for us to get a look at the warehouse area before we assault it."

 

[Blind Azathoth]

Roland looks intently at the floor at the mention of drinks. "I'm good," he says quietly. You know, Roland, in retrospect, going to a tavern probably wasn't the best idea after the past couple of nights...

And after stewing in guilt and self-pity for a short while, he nods in agreement with Deric. "Just a quick look 'round the outside of the warehouse might give us a better idea of what we could be dealing with tomorrow. Even if we don't spend all night staking out the place, I'd say it's worth a glance, at the least."

 

[PhoenixAsh]

Vyleya shrugs, "We could head back home, open up a bottle of the cheap wine and discuss our next move, it's all the same to me."

 

[Craw Hammerfist]

ooc: So, a look around the warehouse?

 

[Lot]

Gurv nods.

"It's all the same to me, to be honest. Part of me wants to keep asking around but I'm worried of arousing suspicion or the wrong people hearing about me asking. Can't get too eager. How about we stroll by the warehouse on our way back to the residence. Take a peek and then head back, relax, go over the provided intelligence from the folder, and wait for the others to get back."

The young man prepares to leave, re-adjusting the longsword on his left hip. Despite the plain scabbard, the quality of the hilt reveals the blade to be expensive. He unconsciously pulls his cloak over the sword's handle, hiding it.

"With all the traveling I've been doing, I could use a quiet night. I spend most of my time in places like this while I'm working. Hanging out in the lavish accomadations we've been given...well, that sounds pretty good."

 

[PhoenixAsh]

Vyelya's gaze drops to Gurv's blade before he adjusts his cloak over it. She nods approvingly as he covers it. Whether that is at the plan, the weapon, or both is left unspoken, but she makes her way out of the tavern with the rest, "My last job under Phaeton had me cooped up in taverns until all hours." She glances skyward, shielding her eyes from the sun with her left hand. Peeking out from the leather bracer at her wrist, her skin is spotted with small scars up along the back of her hand. Pink raw skin, old burns most likely, as if a shower of small, hot embers struck her there.

"I've always risen with the dawn. A night's sleep through will be a pleasant change of pace."

OOC:
[sblock] Looks like a walk by the warehouse, then. Vyleya will keep an eye out for any entrances or exits and any sign of it being guarded or watched. (Spot +2) [/sblock]

 

[s@squ@tch]

"Alright then, a quick 'casual' stroll around the warehouse district and back to the house to rest up for tomorrow", Deric says as hooks his thumbs under his belt.

"Lets not try and attract any undue attention".

 

[Craw Hammerfist]

A casual walk-by of the warehouse reveals a wooden structure 40' wide by about 60' deep. The front of the building faces west and is dominated by a set of large barn-style doors. A smaller door occupies the southern end of the front. It is inset with a barred window. Another warehouse abuts it to the north. A narrow alley separates it from the next building on the south side. Another row of buildings is set behind these to the east. To the west is a similar set of warehouses and shops.

There is no activity near the warehouse. Further down the street, a pair of men are rolling barrels into a cart while a man counts out coins for the cooperage.