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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Renfield" data-source="post: 1281213" data-attributes="member: 13493">"Let me get this straight." Alias said an incredulous tone growing in his voice "We have to find this Scribe of Death who is apparently a door to the information we need, and we need to find a way to take him to this brother of Titania and friend and equal to Oberon guy who has the key to opening said door?" he paused and narrowed his eyes at Fib "Then there's a third crucial thing to do that you don't know about?" Fib furrowed his brow in thought before grinning and nodding "Aye, that's about it!" he said and ran his fingers through his hair with a laugh. "I only told the other three about the scribe of death, they'll have a merry time trying to track him down, aftterall they were very rude." he paused "Oh, Jergan at the Weeping Wench Tavern should be able to help with information, he owes me hi... a favor after all." Fib said the break in his words very quickly covered up though it obviously didn't go unnoticed. A book floated far too close for the mans liking and he growled at it before it sped in the opposite direction to slam into the wall just above the door to the odd shack.Alias looked from Fib to his companions and scowled muttering a stream of rather unfavorable phrases though the only truly discernable word was "prophets." Joran stepped forward and nodded to Fib after dodging a floating red sphere that was moving faster than normal "Thank you Fib, you've been most helpful," Joran rolled his eyes as Alias spat a barely preceptable and particularly rude comment at those words "is there anything more you can tell us?" Fib thought a moment, there was plenty more he knew, just not much he *could* tell, otherwise things could get rather messy and Fib along with others far greater than Fib hated such messes. Those who would die in those messes would likely hate them too should they know of said messes. But they didn't and he couldn't give any more information away regardless so he smiled and shook his head. "Nope, but Jergan can help you get off on the left foot." Joran nodded and the odd group departed from the shack. Fib looked off after them and frowned "Poor bastards." he said after the door had shut.******The Weeping Wench, a sailors bar if there ever was one, good and ill natured laughter filled the air as numerous songs were sung by drunk sailors and entertainers alike, a very lively place indeed. Cat calls were made to the serving wenches who were a far cry from weeping though very close to shattering a mug over the head that belonged to the next overly adventurous hand... provided the lass wasn't actually enjoying the attention. There was a tale to go with the name of course, though the current crowd cared not, it was simply another extremely lively tavern to go to that day.Jergan sat at a table nursing a cup as he looked at the cards before him, he smiled and tossed a coin in the pile in the center of the table "I'll meet your one mark he said." motioning to the silver "and raise you a crown." he said tossing in a gold coin to boot. The man had the rugged look of one used to both the seas and the streets and one to not be trifeled with unless you were looking for a castration. He was the unnoficial protector of the ladies of the tavern and many a man had gladly taken his own life after discovering the consequences of not taking no for an answer. As harsh as that seemed Jergan warned each and every one once before he made true his words. Still the bald scarred sailor was a good man and highly respected in the area which meant he had friends, friends who despite the fearsome reputation could still protest something like betting a crown."C'mon Jergan, this be a silver an copper game only, it's not even night yet." a fat balding man spoke up in a tone that had more whining than needed. Though it was obvious he was only half serious."Bah, he's bluffing." spoke up the next man, a wiry man, a simple commoner to be sure, but a commoner with not so simple friends. He had plain browns and whites for clothing and shortly cropped black hair. Jergan frowned before smirking and tossing in another gold coin. "Am I know Travis. We'll see about that."The fat man laughed "Well I'll be folding then, I've lost enough money today," he said shaking his head.Travis tossed in another gold piece and smiled, "Awww, what's the matter Derik, have to make another client an indentured servant for the rest of his natural life?""Something like that. So are you two going to show eachother the cards before the end of time or what?" Jergan chuckled before smirking at Travis and laid his cards down. Travis frowned and roled his eyes before laying his cards down as well then his face recovered and he smirked motioning to his hand which was a level or two higher than Jergans. He then scooped the winnings into his pouch as the sailor laughed."Travis I don't know how you do it." Jergan laughed and shook his head. "Or why, you end up going home with damn near the same amount you came in with.""Well that's to appease the missus, and you know me and my spending habbits don't you? That on top of my wonderful gambling problem." he said and stood to head towards the bar as the other two laughed. Jergans laugh was cut short as he saw the newcommers to the tavern step through the door. The shortest ball of a dwarf he had ever seen alongside a shadow elf a human of a refined air and another man who looked just like Joran of the Guardians of Fire. He narrowed his eyes and frowned, it was Joran of the Guardians of Fire, which could mean one thing, the others were adventurers. That almost always meant trouble.Jergan sat and looked to Derik nodding to the man who in turn stood and went to a far corner of the tavern. Jergan looked around the tavern for any face that that Talisar Hunter could be after but there was no one who looked suspicious. Damn that Joran, he never was good news, still Jergan and his other friends would be ready for anything. He noticed the refined man speak to the bartender who in turn pointed toward Jergan himself. The sailor rolled his eyes and sat back awaiting the inevitable arrival of the odd group.Alias stepped forward and nodded to the man who nodded back and looked over the four with suspicious dark eyes before speaking up. "Ye be needing something I wager?" he asked.Alias nodded "Yes, a mutual friend of ours said you'd give us some information on a certain individual." he said."Aye, perhaps, who might this friend be?" Jergan said fearing he already knew the answer. That refined looking one seemed familiar somehow.It was Joran who spoke this time "Fib, Jergan, Fib said you'd give us information about Death's Scribe." the man said making sure the last part was for Jergans ears only. Jergan nodded and stood looking to the man numerous signals were sent to his equally numerous allies within the crowd that all was safe if not well. "Come, let us go someplace... safe from overly curious ears." He said and moved on to a special back room for just such an occasion.</blockquote>

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