(RP) Dangerous Legacy

[Ferrix]

"Well aren't you cute!" The woman replies to Odo then seems a bit shocked when the halfling excuses himself and moves on. "Halflings!" She says partly to herself, her voice one of confused wonder. No one really knows what a halfling is thinking... not even the halfling himself.

The most "gullible" looking man in the casino is a sleezy looking human dressed in all black, greezy black hair slicked back and hanging down past his shoulders. His face is covered in stubble and desperately in need of both a good shaving and a good scrubbing. Odo marks him as a man who seems to know a little about cards but not enough to actually be good... Humans seem to just have that smug look when they think they know what they are doing. As chance would have it, the same table the man is sitting at is the same table where Gemble is sitting. Or... perhaps it isn't chance at all.

"There be room, little fella." The dealer says politely, but his eyes belay his concern for having two halfers at the same table.

"Of course a pip of such a profoundly wonderful stature is welcome!" Gemble says. Halflings, unlike most everyone else, have a certain unity amoung themselves. As such, they have certain nods, winks, grins, and gestures that can be easily interpreted in most situations that a typical halfling might find themselves in... gambling is definately the most useful of those situations.

With his comment, Gemble grins and nods in such a way that Odo realizes the other halfling is asking him if he knows how to play cards... and by "play"... he probably means "cheat".

Odo shrugs and gives an amiable nod to the dealer, "well, deal away... what's the ante?" Smiling at Odo, his manners giving a noncommital yes in response to Gembles inquiry. Tossing his ante onto the table, he barely looks at his cards before his eyes begin to scan the others at the table for ticks, habits and signs of their gaming mannerisms. He prefers to know who he's playing with, taking a good appraisal of them before making it anything serious of game. His flippant voice rattles on about the various ladies in the bar, the finer points of what he has seen of the city so far (not much), the attire of those sitting at his table and the other various games of chance around the bar. Giving himself an air of flightiness, while listening and watching the others react to his off the cuff remarks and each other.

OOC: do you want any skill checks?

 

[Tor L'Tha]

"Well ye'll need a money changer then if ye be wantin' more o' those then won't you."

“hmm where do i find these money changers?” “I hope I don't need to go to an unsafe place of town”
I may use some protecction if these traders are in a less lucky part of town

 

[taitzu52]

As the boy describes the services, Sonrik decides that a clean and polish would be best. In the back of his mind, he still wants to remember those who came before him, and the blows they have taken. He hands the boy 13 silver and the armor, and sends him on his way. As Kale asks him, he too wonders when they'll all need to depart. Or if his laundry will be done.

 

[Knight Otu]

Seeing he won't get much good information, Sel'Tarien resigns to his room, to make himself presentable, though he'll ask his fellow adventurers how they'll go to the ball.

 

[Vendetta]

The two halflings chatter away, as their kind is want to do. Most of the humans grow impatiant but bite their tongues. Their angry glances often giving away their hand, either strong or weak. Gemble, it seems, has developed a sound method of counting cards and has on more than one occasion silently asked Odo to draw a specific number of cards. While Odo draws in four times his gift of tokens, the other halfling pulls a repulsive amount of tokens from the ever angering humans. Finally, just as the dealer seems ready to ask Gemble to leave the table, (Though he seems unsure how the halfling could be cheating) the halfling stands up on his stool, bows and thanks everyone for the wonderful game of cards, then throws out the ante for this hand for each still remaining at the table. Whistling, the halfling soon disappears into the crowd... which isn't at all difficult for a halfling. ((Odo; Add four gold to your total when exchanging the tokens))

The merchant tells He'Rak where he can find a money changer, both official and some shady. The official court money changer resides in the Taxation and Tenders office just south of the king's palace, near the three inns the rest of the party are currently at.

After a couple of hours pass and Night Light has fallen, the shadows of the western mountains hanging over the city but for the tallest of the wizard towers north of the king's palace. Sonrik's armor is not finished, obviously, but his clothing is found hanging in his wardrobe. After their various meals and relaxations, the group meets up in the lobby of the All-Nighter. Krueger is fully armored and armed, as if he were going to war rather than the King's Ball. Jaeden is dressed with a bit more frill at the collar, cuff, and waist and looking quite dapper. It is immediately obvious why he doesn't wear the extra adornments while traveling. Both to stay clean and to keepfrom getting tangled up in combat. Gemble shows up in a scrubbed down version of his regular attaire, looking much cleaner. His hair is parted in the middle and combed to the sides, flat along the top and a tangle of curls around the sides. Funny by elven and human standards, but a more formal look for a halfling. (One of many, as it were)

 

[Tor L'Tha]

The merchant tells He'Rak where he can find a money changer, both official and some shady. The official court money changer resides in the Taxation and Tenders office just south of the king's palace, near the three inns the rest of the party are currently at.

Better wait with this until tomorrow, I will need some time to check out both places and see who gives me most for my gold.

“thank you” he says to the merchant. He takes notes of the direction and walks looking around the market on his way back to the Griff Inn.

After a couple of hours pass and Night Light has fallen, the shadows of the western mountains hanging over the city but for the tallest of the wizard towers north of the king's palace.

Better I hurry up

Rak ready as he is for the ball, with clean clothes and clean finger nails. Goes to the Griff Inn and ask the others if they are ready to gather at the Ambassador's Suites.

 

[Bobitron]

Kale tidies up as well, but for him it's really just a matter of scrubbing his loincloth in a fountain to get rid of the worst of the dirt combined with his earlier bath. He does take some time to polish the golden armbands he wears until they shine with a dull yellow gleam in the evening's lights.

 

[hafrogman]

Liam has dispensed with his armaments for the night. His leathers and sturdy traveling cloths have been replaced with clean, but simple clothing. He carries no weapon, not that he needs one. He wanders out into the street and nods his greetings to the others assembled there.

"So. . . do we know the purpose of this gathering? Do you think there will be any business, or is it just to make a bunch of little fish feel important in this big pond?"

 

[taitzu52]

Having borrowed a brush from the bath house, Sonrik tames his golden hair and puts on his clean clothes. Without his metal mail, he again looks like a young boy, a bit out of place in this big city. Only the quality of the tabard that he wears would separate him from a youth on the street. He secures it simply with his leather belt and scabbard, his longsword's now polished hilt gleaming at his side.

He heads to the lobby of the Allnighter to join the rest. He greets them all, and asks, "So how are things at the Griffon?" Hearing Liam's queries, he replies, "I'm afraid that the Ambassador yielded little of the fruits that I would have hoped. I remain as before, sharing your concerns about being a bit out of place."

Seeing Odo having quite a time with Gemble, he asks the well heeled Halfling, "I don't think I asked, Odo. What did you come to Emberton for? Business or pleasure?" He smiles, knowing his own Gemble well enough to figure that they'd likely be in the same lot.

 

[Bobitron]

Kale lingers around in the background, still feeling a bit out of place amongst his new companions. "I think I'll order a mead. We have some time, right?"