Sic_Pixie
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Meanwhile Grembor insults another short person ...
Meanwhile: …..
Grembor in the light of day after leaving the courthouse makes his way back to Ledov’s Chirurgery Merchants as per their agreement that the information should be found by 4pm. He strides in a little before the courthouse clock chimes the hour and makes his way to Vladka Kostel who is busy with the auction proceedings. Noticing his arrival she beckons him over and they retire into the back room to conclude their business. Vladka fishes out a piece of paper from the desk and hands it over saying “I believe this is the information your looking for; quite a nice piece if I recall; the buyer of the tools as wearing an unusual high hat and green-tinted reading glasses. The buyer owns a chirurgery supply shop in the Surgeons’ Flats, goes by the name Radniche.” She confides. Grinning Gembor takes the proffered information and bows low over her hand kissing it softly; “I am very thankful, can I perhaps thank you properly over dinner?” Vladka smiles and agrees on a place at 7pm tomorrow night. Grembor grins again and practically skips out of the auction house.
Checking the address on the paper he realises he passed that shop a few times already today so he heads out to get there before the place closes for the night. Finding the shop Grembor loiters outside watching the shop making sure it’s a kosher business; all appears to be above board so he walks into the shop while palming a dagger. Radniche’s cramped shop is piled with skeletons, pickled things in jars, and alchemical components. Radniche himself is behind the counter peering over at the new customer through thin gold rimmed spectacles. Grembor cautiously asks about the surgical kit they found; requesting information on the buyer so it could be returned to them. Radniche advised Grembor that his customer’s identity is confidential and there is no way he could confide that information.
Grembor suggested he could perhaps make a purchase and the information could come with that; Radniche warms to the subject but his tone suggests that this purchase would have to be substantial. After some discussion on possible items to buy Grembor aquires several items and Radniche confides that a striking fellow bought the kit, very dapper in black from head to toe, who said he owned a chymic works somewhere nearby. Checking through his ledgers reveals the name of the man who purchased the surgeon’s tools; a Master Vorkstag, of Vorkstag and Grine’s Chymic Works; this establishment is not that far from here he states just head towards the river and you will smell it.
Grembor thanking Radniche heads towards the Chymic works and indeed when he gets closer the smell of the factory makes his eyes water. Scouting the site he finds just the one entrance through some large iron re-enforced gates leading to a courtyard where by the sound of it some sort of guard dog resides. Pulling on the chain to ring the bell an upper loading bay door opens after a few minutes and a short figure looks out. “Bugger off” is the terse opening response; Grembor asks for an audience and is told they isn’t hiring or needing more business. Grembor demands to see the diminutive beings master; which elicits the response “Just cos Vorstags name is before mine don’t make him my master, now bugger off” with that the door slams and all goes quiet. Grembor retreats as the darkness starts plotting the demise of all short people and returns to the Scholars Rest for some food and to wait on the arrival of Sayuri and Kat; hoping their expedition went better then his. (Grembor just does not have any luck with short people; especially halflings)
Meanwhile: …..
Grembor in the light of day after leaving the courthouse makes his way back to Ledov’s Chirurgery Merchants as per their agreement that the information should be found by 4pm. He strides in a little before the courthouse clock chimes the hour and makes his way to Vladka Kostel who is busy with the auction proceedings. Noticing his arrival she beckons him over and they retire into the back room to conclude their business. Vladka fishes out a piece of paper from the desk and hands it over saying “I believe this is the information your looking for; quite a nice piece if I recall; the buyer of the tools as wearing an unusual high hat and green-tinted reading glasses. The buyer owns a chirurgery supply shop in the Surgeons’ Flats, goes by the name Radniche.” She confides. Grinning Gembor takes the proffered information and bows low over her hand kissing it softly; “I am very thankful, can I perhaps thank you properly over dinner?” Vladka smiles and agrees on a place at 7pm tomorrow night. Grembor grins again and practically skips out of the auction house.
Checking the address on the paper he realises he passed that shop a few times already today so he heads out to get there before the place closes for the night. Finding the shop Grembor loiters outside watching the shop making sure it’s a kosher business; all appears to be above board so he walks into the shop while palming a dagger. Radniche’s cramped shop is piled with skeletons, pickled things in jars, and alchemical components. Radniche himself is behind the counter peering over at the new customer through thin gold rimmed spectacles. Grembor cautiously asks about the surgical kit they found; requesting information on the buyer so it could be returned to them. Radniche advised Grembor that his customer’s identity is confidential and there is no way he could confide that information.
Grembor suggested he could perhaps make a purchase and the information could come with that; Radniche warms to the subject but his tone suggests that this purchase would have to be substantial. After some discussion on possible items to buy Grembor aquires several items and Radniche confides that a striking fellow bought the kit, very dapper in black from head to toe, who said he owned a chymic works somewhere nearby. Checking through his ledgers reveals the name of the man who purchased the surgeon’s tools; a Master Vorkstag, of Vorkstag and Grine’s Chymic Works; this establishment is not that far from here he states just head towards the river and you will smell it.
Grembor thanking Radniche heads towards the Chymic works and indeed when he gets closer the smell of the factory makes his eyes water. Scouting the site he finds just the one entrance through some large iron re-enforced gates leading to a courtyard where by the sound of it some sort of guard dog resides. Pulling on the chain to ring the bell an upper loading bay door opens after a few minutes and a short figure looks out. “Bugger off” is the terse opening response; Grembor asks for an audience and is told they isn’t hiring or needing more business. Grembor demands to see the diminutive beings master; which elicits the response “Just cos Vorstags name is before mine don’t make him my master, now bugger off” with that the door slams and all goes quiet. Grembor retreats as the darkness starts plotting the demise of all short people and returns to the Scholars Rest for some food and to wait on the arrival of Sayuri and Kat; hoping their expedition went better then his. (Grembor just does not have any luck with short people; especially halflings)