Ptolus: The Legend of Longcoat

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

At the far end of Salt Spray Street, almost to Wharf Road, is the Docks Watch House. It's easy to spot: Angry Nallsmen are gathered outside, yelling at a watchman, their voices competing with several sea captains stabbing their fingers at the chests of other watchmen, yelling about their cargo rotting in their holds. Any problems the Dockmaster doesn't want to deal with, regarding customs or the like, he turfs over to Saltbeard.

No one gives the group a second glance as they approach. Well, other than Garn, who gets a sharp look from every watchman he sees, although all of the watchmen outside are too busy to say anything to him at the moment.

 

[Voadam]

Garn gives a leering grin and broad wink as he goes by, alternating with sneering snarls.

 

[Erekose13]

Maugra ignores the Nallsmen and watchmen as the wander by.

 

[Trench]

Ada, still sullen after reading the gnome's piece in the Pelican, follows the rest of the party- staying quiet.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

The group files inside. The watch house is quieter inside than out, although the harried constable behind the counter watches the door carefully, clearly not keen on the angry sea captains spilling inside.

"What do you lot want?" he asks, pointing at the group with his chin, his hands full of papers he's attempting to sort out.

 

[Trollbabe]

"That's what we came to ask you..." Garnet pipes up. "We got told to come and talk to Salty."

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

The constable blinks, and then searches his fists for a particular sheet.

"Who are you? Are you on the list?"

 

[Erekose13]

"We're the ones who dealt the fatal blow to Longcoat. We were told to come by today." replies Maugra before Garn can offer an insult or offending remark.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

The constable looks Maugra up and down, eyes lingering on her holy symbol. He puts the papers away and then rummages around inside a desk stuffed with more papers and pulls out a relatively recent one. (It's unstained and only slightly wrinkled.) He thrusts it at her.

"Take this to the Dockmaster, priestess. Mind you don't take your eyes off the orc when you get the reward, though."

 

[Voadam]

The constable looks Maugra up and down, eyes lingering on her holy symbol. He puts the papers away and then rummages around inside a desk stuffed with more papers and pulls out a relatively recent one. (It's unstained and only slightly wrinkled.) He thrusts it at her.

"Take this to the Dockmaster, priestess. Mind you don't take your eyes off the orc when you get the reward, though."

Garn gives him a big sneering smile. "I'm gonna have me a !@#$ing grand old time with this !@#$ing reward. Too bad you didn't earn yourself a share too. A !@#$ing shame that is." Garn glances at the man's pile of papers "But I see you got real important imperial work there. Ptolus and its gods be damned papers. Don't worry buddy, I'll be thinking of you when I'm spending the gold tonight."