Ptolus: The Legend of Longcoat

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

"Ooh, a fine gentleman! If you have a gold piece for Sweet Klina, she'll show you such things as you've only dreamed of ..."

 

[Erekose13]

Not very comfortable around street walkers, Maugra keeps her distance from Sweet Klina. When Akilu turns to enter the closest door, she follows.

 

[dog45]

Right love, in my nightmares... Grant thinks. Smiling at her, he whispers in her ear "That sounds like a right fine idea...but aren't you worried?" Grant pulls back and again leans against the wall. "Worried that I might be Longcoat himself?"

 

[Cthulhudrew]

Grant pulls back and again leans against the wall. "Worried that I might be Longcoat himself?"

"Sooth, there's no cause to try and frighten this poor woman," Vanden admonishes gently.

Smiling at her, he says "Greetings, good woman. We come seeking the spirit of the departed Coraithe Whitetree. We understand she has been sighted in this area. Mayhap you have an inkling as to where we might find her?"

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Klina starts to flirt with Vanden, but squints in the dim light from the bakery window, and sees the monk's clean chin and the physical differences of the eunuch compared to a normal man of his age. Her face falls.

"Oh, sure, love. She wanders up and down this here lane at times. She always did look so sad until recent-like."

Meanwhile, Akilu and Maugra open the door to Abbara's Bakery and step inside.

The ground floor of the bakery is devoted to making bread, and a massive oven in the far wall makes the entire room extremely hot. Somewhat out of place in the room is a crude black statue of a raven sitting on the front counter, placed so no one entering could miss it.

Abbara Nechill herself is not in, but her assistant Blackburn is. Blackburn is old and almost skeletally thin, and the joke around the Docks is that it's due to how bad he is as a baker and how suspect his ingredients are.

"Want bread?" Blackburn asks, slapping clouds of flour and cornmeal from his hands.

 

[Trollbabe]

[sblock=Garnet]Garnet recognizes the streetwalker. She's a half-orc named Crazy Klina who is, as her nickname suggests, more than a little off.[/sblock]

Garnet pulls his tattered cloak shut to try and keep some of the rain off. As the party approaches Klina he lefts his cloak's cowl hoping she won't recognize him as Jannie's son. Garnet has no intention of revealing his heritage to these strangers yet.

"Oh, sure, love. She wanders up and down this here lane at times. She always did look so sad until recent-like."

Garnet glances up and down the wet street avoiding eye contact with Kline. The other's seem to have her attention and why not keep it that way. After all she did not get the nickname "Crazy" without good reason... Heaven knows what she might blurt out if she saw young Garnet.

 

[Dave Turner]

Akilu hesitates in the doorway for a moment, rain-wet hand lingering on the door handle, as the old whore mentions how the ghost's mood has recently improved. Why does a ghost feel better as new killings have begun? The heat of the bakery is a mild irritation, since it will excessively dry his skin.

Akilu's feet drag in a few clods of wet sand. He stands near the center of the small patch of floor space allowed to customers. His wet leather creaks faintly as he swivels his torso to take in the shop's interior. At the far end of Salt Spray Street, the shelves are mostly empty, no sign of the pastries that might fill a Midtown or Oldtown bakery.

"Sure, Blackburn, a couple of loaves will go well with my fish later on. Wax paper, if you don't mind. It's wet outside."

Akilu looks down to Maugra, wondering if she might be better suited to ask for a lantern. The darfellan is known by most who live on The Docks, but most have never really warmed to him.

[sblock=OOC]
Whiz, I figure that since Akilu has spent most of his life in the Docks and it's a relatively small community, he probably knows Blackburn by name and reputation, at least. Nothing more than a faint acquaintance, but enough to address him by name. If not, then assume Akilu is a bit more formal.
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[Whizbang Dustyboots]

"Of course, wax paper," Blackburn glances nervously toward the black void of the open doorway. "How many loaves do you lot want, then?"

 

[Cthulhudrew]

"Oh, sure, love. She wanders up and down this here lane at times. She always did look so sad until recent-like."

Vanden reaches into his pouch for a silver piece, which he places in the woman's palm. "Thank you for your assistance," he says. "May the gods smile 'pon you."

He looks over to the bakery to check on the progress of Akilu and Maugra.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Klina considers the coin.

"How much to show you the body of one of his victims, then?"