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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Gregor" data-source="post: 5766697" data-attributes="member: 11751">The warehouse door slides open loudly, bathing you and the street in warm lantern light.  The scents of hay, wooden boxes, the sea and dust fill your noses.  Two men stand in the entrance.  The first carries a crossbow over his shoulder and looks as if his parents stuck his face in a hearth when he was a small child.  The second is actually rather pleasing looking.  He wears what looks like two cutlasses on his belt and a chain shirt beneath a ruffled doublet.  The newcomers and the pipe smoking door man engage in a short exchange about your unwillingness to disarm.  The man with the two blades chuckles and waves you inside, whilst keeping a hand on a hilt.  "Most actually agree to that," he says as he leads you in, "though for all your bluster I hope you've brought enough gold."The warehouse is immense, with stacks of old crates, barrels and boxes reaching almost all the way up to the ceiling some 20 or 25 feet above you.  Pathways exist between the stacks and you can hear faint barking, whining and growling from elsewhere in the giant room.  Immediately to your left is what appears to be the old warehouse office - an "L" shaped wooden room built along the inside of the building.  Its walls reach all the way to the roof and one wooden door leads inside.  The warehouse is illuminated by lanterns hanging from hooks on thick wooden pillars. The floorboards creak as you walk inside and you hear the warehouse door pulled closed behind you.  The man with the two blades walks behind you and both the pipe smoker and the other man with the crossbow move in front.  After 35 or 40 feet, you see another group of people waiting for you.  The two pipe smoker and the crossbowman move to join the other group whilst the cutlass wielding individual continues to stand behind you.The man in the middle is likely Nathan Lowduke given his air of ownership here.  He stands about six feet tall, with a square jaw and long brown hair tied in a pony tail.  A scar runs across the right side of his face from his hair line to his jaw and his eyes are narrow.  He is clad in a hunter's garb but he is armored by a strange looking breastplate.  It appears to have been made by chitin of some kind.  A two-bladed sword is strapped to his back and he wears a short sword on his belt and a dagger on his boot.At Lowduke's feet sits a dark grey wolf.  It seems larger than those you've encountered in the wild and it nuzzles Lowduke's thigh while its master casually pets its head.Standing to the side, and dressed in travellers's garb is a nondescript man -   short black hair and brown eyes fill a plain face.  The only things of interest on this individual are a wand tucked through his belt, a number of scroll cases  protruding from a leather satchel and well made wooden quarter staff."So," comes the deep voice from Lowduke, "you're a group of buyers eh?"  He looks at you for a moment.  "I see we're still armed as well.  So let's just cut to the chase before hot heads and itchy crossbow fingers get the better of us eh?  The price is 5,000 piece of gold.  Place it on the ground in front of you and I'll retrieve the product."********Lars, you are able to sneak by the front and haul yourself up onto the roof.  As with your last visit, the crashing ocean surf is useful for drowning out the metallic clank of your grapple hitting the roof.  When you reach the top, you see the skylight and an eagle perched on the old crane.  The wind and rain whips up here.[GM]Lars, I was under the impression that you stocked back up at the Thieves Guild, so no worries.  Just mind your weight and encumbrance though.[/GM]</blockquote>

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