stonegod said:
Jon is a bit startled at the unusual gnome, and peers at him closely a moment. "Oh, sorry. Just taking a look."
[OOC: Six foot gnome? Would it be akin to what an enlarged gnome would look like or more like a gnome on stilts? Spot check if needed.]
A closer look reveals that the most of Ghelve's features are not that large...only that his legs are extremely long in proportion to the rest of his body. Still, if he is wearing stilts, he must be well-versed in walking with them, as his gait is smooth and natural.
stonegod said:
Jon takes his time looking around the store for a moment, but when he sees the curtains, the Voices explode in a chorus in his head. Look beyond the curtain. Jon is dazed for a brief moment it seems, then clamps down control on his constant mental companions.
The scholar walks up to Flannad, appearing to examine the various looks. Surreptitiously, he whispers, "The curtain! I think it is from the vision. There may be something of import behind." Jon then turns to the gnomish fellow, giving him a warm smile. Let us try honey first.
Legildur said:
Flannad openly ogles the large gnome, never having thought that such a thing was possible. Slowly, as he becomes more familiar with the sight, the young whisper gnome starts to pay more attention to his surroundings. At first he simply starts to peer at the various locks and such, thinking that he wouldn't want to have to try and pick one of those in a hurry, if at all.
As the conversation progresses, Flannad starts to get a little suspicious. Such an abnormally large gnome is such an unnatural thing, and then he wonders how would such large fingers be useful to a locksmith - surely finer fingers would mean finer work? And then there was the subtle shift if Jon's attitude - he didn't know what it meant yet, but with the curtains blocking all sight behind the counter (ooc: assuming Flannad can't casually maneuver within the shop to gain a better vantage point) then he bends his concentration to listening for any sounds beyond the front area of the shop (ooc: Listen +7).
Then Jon's quiet whisper carries to him and the light dawns and he returns to listening, but now with a renewed interest.
Question said:
(Sense motive +3 as well)
Liracor raises an eyebrow at the strange gnome. He uses detect magic as a spell like ability to see if the gnome's size is being affected by any magic, and around the shop in general.
Flannad notes that Ghelve's fingers in fact do look rather small and delicate...very gnomish in fact. This fact would seem to contradict the very long legs the gnome possesses. Flannad moves around the storefront, but the red curtains completely obscure the back room, preventing any observation of what lies beyond. Flannad inclines his head in the direction of the curtain, but he hears only a faint ticking noise, as though from a large clock of some sort.
Liracor softly utters the words of his incantation, and attunes himself to sense any magical auras in the shop. But, he senses no such magic, whether from Ghelve himself, or elsewhere in the storefront.
stonegod said:
"Master Ghelve. Let me introduce myself. Jon Telnbalm and my associates Flannad and Liracor Surabar. We are here on behalf of the Temple of Cuthbert, investigating the recent going ons at the Lantern Street Orphanage. I would like to speak with you regarding the possibility that someone may have approached you about the keys to said orphanage, or may of perhaps acquired one without your knowledge. Anything you may tell us would be of use."
[OOC: Beginning of Diplm check, and I am sensing his motive (I am psi focused currently).]
Ghelve's friendly demeanor changes instantly as soon as Jon broaches the subject of keys and orphanages. A tightness plays at the corner of his mouth as he answers in steady, even tones,
"No, of course not...no one has approached me regarding anything of the kind. That's a preposterous notion." Even as he speaks, the gnome's eyes flicker in the direction of the red curtain.
(OOC: Jon and Liracor can both readily tell that Ghelve's words and demeanor do not mesh well at all. If anything, it seems that the locksmith has suddenly become distressed, perhaps even fearful.)
