The Dance of Souls

[Knight Otu]

"Tennar, you mean? Seems like he's winning in a card game, and tries to convince the two other players he isn't, to get some more money out of them. Good thing, too, as he's another pillar of the Scimitar. Oh, those two seem to want to talk to him, they better be careful." Janur points to Azaroth and Rose.

Excuse me, Sorry to be bothering you, but perhaps we might talk after you finish this current hand. I am interested in art and was told by the innkeep over there that you own your own auction house.

"Wha.., who?" Tennar drops his cards on the table and his hand rushes to his belt as he jumps up...

where he doesn't find a dagger, but only the empty hilt - the dagger lying on the ground. "Oh, sorry, I, I was afraid someone else..." Seeing that the other players have gotten a good look at Tennar's winning hand and simply pushed their stakes towards Tennar, giving up. "Oh, well, you've ruined a perfect winning hand. So I guess I'm free to talk. Kenatur, bring me some Sirocco Fireale, please! Sit down, you two." he gestures. The other two players have left by now. However, alerted by the shocked jump, the city watch member comes over. "Everything ok here, Tennar?" - "Sure, Officer Samuel. These two gamekillers want to talk about art, and since they kind of killed my current game, I've got time for them." - "I see. Bussiness talks, I guess. I won't disturb you any longer." Samuel gives Azaroth and Rose a longer look, before leaving to the bar.

Banion:
[sblock]Sense Motive roll 18 - You are not quite, due to the distance, but the word art seems to have drawn a particular attention with Officer Samuel. And... did he just give the red-headed barmaid he flirted with a signal?[/sblock]

 

[Xaov]

Well let me first start off by saying sorry for messing up the game. It was not my intention to startle you. But since you are free lets get down to business. My name is Azaroth VanHaydren, I am interested in pieces of rare art. I was wondering perhaps if you wouldn't mind allowing me to take a look at your records, to see what pieces of art you have. In case I am interested in placing a bid or two.

I must say when I first talked to you, had you had your dagger in your belt there, I imagine you may have run me thru, now I know I startled you. But perhaps there are other things troubling you at this time?

 

[Knight Otu]

"Ah, the dagger." Tennar fishes the dagger from the floor, and idly pokes his hand with it, without leaving a mark. "Don't worry, I don't want any trouble with Kenatur and Officer Samuel, and I get that if I stabbed people when they are around. Besides, the dagger's been enchanted to be non-killing. Proved useful when some thugs wanted to ... persuade me to volunteer some confidential information... as it happens, also on rare are."
A barmaid comes up to the table, and brings what must be the Sirocco Fireale - a big glass mug, filled with a swirling red and orange liquid, topped by a yellow crown of foam. The liquid seems to have a soft, warm glow.
"Thanks, Nareene. I hope you understand that I'm a bit careful, master Azaroth. I may have brought one of those thugs into jail, and the others ran off, but the one that got into jail was somehow killed. After claiming that "the Talon" would get the information anyway. Don't know what it means, but it sure made me careful..."

 

[Xaov]

I understand Tennar. I would imagine someone with your history of encounters would be stupid not to be careful. though I would like to discuss art eventually, perhaps you could speak more about these thugs that keep pestering you.

 

[Knight Otu]

"Three thugs, they were, masked. Managed to knock one of them out with Morte... the dagger. The other two might have been able to capture me, but a growl stopped them - Officer Garum. They managed to flee, unfortunately, leaving the unconsious guy behind.
No one spectacular behind that mask. Was a bouncer at the Broken Skull, and rather ambitious. Some say he hoped to reforge the world." Tennar laughs.
"Guess he thought of himself as some sort of adventurer. Not a profession for me, too much uncertainty with little reward - I'll stay with gambling and the auction house. Ah, seems like Officer Samuel is giving Kenatur a stamp, unlike the priest. Good reason to get drunk a bit more. Kenatur, another fireale, please!"

 

[Knight Otu]

(As a small side note, everyone else may act, as well. )

 

[SlagMortar]

Beamer, Sorcerer, Level 1

"So, tell me more about this Stonespikes area. Where is that? Why would someone want to go out that way?"

 

[Knight Otu]

Janur shrugs at Beamer's question. "It's a big mountain range, about 300 miles to the east. Not really sure why you'd go there, though I believe there are some mines... such as a salt mine. Some other deserted holes that might be interesting for adventurers. There's also rumors about cursed sites. And supposedly, there's also interesting beasts and plants. Oh, it looks like Officer Samuel did what that cur of a priest did not!" He has hardly completed his sentence as an angry growl comes from the entrance - the wolf-like creature and the half-orc you saw at the gate are standing in the entrance. "I..I'm sorry, Officer Garum, I did not m..mean you." he stutters.

"Grr, you should show morrre rrespect forr the clerrgy, Janurrr." the wolf-like creature answers in a deep, growling voice.

 

[Creamsteak]

(Assuming Gur can get involved)

"I've never been to the Stonespikes. I may have heard of them though. Who knows. You know, if I were going to make spikes, I'd probably use something easier to work with than stone. Wood maybe. Bone might work well too. Stone, now that's a dwarven crafting material. You have to be dumb, long living, and surly as all hell to work with stone I bet."

 

[Knight Otu]

Janur laughs a relieved laugh hearing Gur's comment, and seems to forget the wolf's presence. "Describes some dwarves I know. Though I hear it also describes some giants."