In the back room, the nobles and their servants take a seat, while the two guards remain unseated. The nobles patiently wait for the adventurers that come in to introduce themselves and ask any questions they may have.
Following quietly, Banion walks into the back room. He waits patiently until at least two other adventurers have joined him. As no one seems to have noticed him yet, he clears his throat. Blushing as several eyes turn towards him, he says "Um, I'm of the... ah, Martial Path I guess."
Godo looks at the two halflings with a bit surprise, then says "As long as we are awaiting the arrival of more of your comrades, why do you not introduce yourself, and address your talents? We would like to discuss the matter when we are certain about the number of attendees to avoid unnecessary repetition."
Sam walks into the room, a small, dishoveled man... his face buried in a book. He trips over a chair, and his book goes flying, and he plants his face in the ground. He gets up, and apprases his surroundings, not quite sure where he is.
"Zis one seems to pursiu ze arcane paz. Zervant, help ze man up and hand him his buuk.", the blonde noble says calmly. The servant hurries to help Sam up, and gets him the book. Once order is resumed, the noble continues "Ai assume zat yoo are willing to participate in a task in oor employ?"
(Airwhale, I think Nimisgod may catch it as well, but I think your Strength should be 8, and all Strength-based numbers would be reduced by 1. Also, I think your attack roll with a light crossbow would be +1, and you miss Common and two other languages you are entitled to. )
"I am Beamer Glimmereye. Though I have no books, I am beginning to learn arcane powers as well. I'm also a good shot with a crossbow, and like all of my kind can avoid notice when necessary. I fear I am lacking in physical strength, but have always found a way to make myself useful in other areas."
"Um, yes... I do happen to be looking for a job, and I am a student of wizardry. My name is Sam. Sam Martin." Sam takes his book from the servent, and thanks him. "And who are you? Would anyone be kind enought to tell me where I am?" Sam then looks down, sees the two halflings. Almost to himself, he says "Oh, look. Little people. Don't see too many of those around here."
OOC: Hmm... I guess speaking common is importent, huh =) I'm revising the sheet now. Thanks!
The blonde noble gives Sam a look of disbelief, as the half-orc answers the question.
"We are Seran a'Larat," he points to the blonde, "and Godo of Diarun, nobles from the coastal cities, and collectors of art, as the finer gentlemen might be aware." Godo's tone clearly indicates that he expects you to not be aware of that fact. "You have entered a back room of the Red Dragon Inn, in the city of Orussus, on Enworld. I suppose this information is of sufficient quality to tell you where you are."
Godo and Seran exchange a glance. Then Seran speaks up with his strange accent. "Ve vill wait for a few moments, zen ve vill tell yoo what ve want to hire yoo for. Eef anyone enters ze ruum later, it is yoor duty to inform zem of what zey missed."
After having spent a few minutes asking Joe what the hell the blonde man said that sent people into the back room, Gur comes in, quite possible tracking a bit of mud in behind.
"My names gur. I track stuff. Big stuff mostly, though I can track small stuff in a pinch. I'm also good enough with a bow, though I'm pretty far from the best. What language is it that the blonde guy speaks? I can't understand a word of it. Buncha silly fribbled elf-speak isn't it? Yeah, that's what it is."
The blonde man arcs an eyebrow at Gur's appearance and comment, and says somewhat angrily "Well, Mister Gur, if you consider the noble accent to be... elf-speak, then yes." Now calmer, he continues "Godo, my deer freend, woold yoo pleese tell ze attendees of oor problem? I zink zey vill be suited for ze task."
Godo confirms, then turns to the gathered adventurers "As I stated earlier, Seran and I are collectors of art. Seran's gallery consists mainly of grandiose paintings, while mine mostly comprises excuisite statues and figurines. Recently we were victims of purloiners, guards in our employ who stole a priceless piece from each of our galleries, parts of the collection called Dance of Souls.
While we do not know exactly where the two men have fled, but from their preferences we can be reasonably sure they hide out in the wilderness. We hired them a few years ago, independently of course, in the city of Lathirn, a place of base villainy, as a chance for a new life. We heard rumors that they passed through the city again, but nothing more substantial.
The task we would hire you for would be to find the thieves, bring them to their rightful justice, and return the pieces they stole to us. We are willing to pay 6000 gold pieces, divided among you, for this."
"And ahnozer 1000 eef yoo manage to find hints zat may leed to ozer peeces of ze Dance of Sools." Seran chimes in.
Gur tries to pretend he knows what they just said, "Pesky purloiners, always taking our stuff. Those are those cat people right? I've heard of them. Yeah, I'll go get 'em good. No worries. They are like bigger cats afterall, and that makes them like giants for cats. Yep, tack up one more giant beast slain by the wild woodsman..."
"Er wait, did the blond guy just say that ahnozer 1000 and oozer in the same sentence? Dance of Sools? Damn... I think I'm confused again. Are we talking about big cat people, or 1000 dancing ahnozer oozes?"
Gur leans against the back wall and ruffles some of the massive dirt deposits from his vest.
"Seran a'Larat offered another 1000 gold pieces in case you manage to find any hints that may lead to other pieces that belong to the Dance of Souls collection." Godo helpfully translates. "Personally, I feel it is of little likelyhood, seeing how the two of us possessed the only two pieces commonly in the hand of collectors, but it is not impossible. And lest you be disappointed upon meeting them, while they certainly are large, the thieves are still human. They could not get into the habit of shaving, though, and may indeed be mistaken for human lions at first glance.
I trust we can count on you, Mister Gur?"
"I would gladly lend my aid to this cause. Some people just can't be trusted to keep their hands out of others business. Hopefully they will see they are outmanned by this fine party and give over without much struggle."
The nobles wince as they hear Gur say junk. "Please, the Dance of Soul is no 'junk.' It is a unique collection of art objects incorporating illusion magic." Godo then turns to Beamer. "Mister Glimmereye, if your optimistic appraisal of the thieves' actions does not happen to come to reality, I assure you that you are authorized to hasten their path southwards... that is, kill them if necessary."
Banion blinks as the enormous sums are discussed so casually. Rather than speaking and risking saying something foolish, he nods. He tries to make it a confident nod, but if not confident at least it's a nod. He will be happy to join the mission.