The Game of Kings

[MadMaxim]

Nodding in agreement, Doral heads towards the Argotch Inn. "Hmmm... I think this is the type of place where a man might ask around and find out where a certain prince might lock away his political enemies. The folk here will not be too rich, and not too rough, and will likely be sailors. Anyone want to come with?

"Safety in numbers. Though I don't believe anyone around these parts would strike down a priest of the Host, some of the less law-abiding elements of this place might only care how many coins I have in my pockets." Partash follows Doral to Argotch Inn.

 

[Bobitron]

Glasia is clearly uncomfortable standing about and listening to Dragen's responses. I know what you are, she thinks, and I know what you think as you look at him, noting his eyes lingering on the kobold.

Walking briskly and taking the lead toward the brick building that had been pointed out as the group's lodgings, Glasia sends Cloudchaser high into the air for a few minutes of freedom before they go inside. She seems willing to leave the gather of information to others, sticking with Vhir.

 

[Ringmereth]

OOC: I know Bront's at GenCon, but before the party splits up I'd like to know who's in each group, and still need word on which inn Morika and Dragen are going to.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

"Thank you, Partash. Safety in numbers indeed," Doral says in appreciation as they head on.

OOC: Ok.

 

[James Heard]

Watching the group slowly split up into their respective elements, Dragen considered both on their merits.

Someone needs to keep an eye on our little scaley pimp and make sure he doesn't sell us out, he thought and then let his eyes wander to the young girl headed toward the inn, besides, she'll need someone to protect her if she's hanging out with the wolves instead of the rats.

Dragen sighs and picks up his things, mentally counting the cost in coins of his small affection.

Fire and weakness, Dragen thought, you've probably got bastards at home older than her.

Is that what it is? Have you finally gotten so old as to become fatherly?

His eyes tracked toward the kobold.

No, he decided, it's better to sleep with the snakes than to be preyed on by them.

He smiled wryly.

Besides, what's the worst that could happen? You miss a drink or two...How hard could that be?

And with that, something pale and bleak passed behind his eyes, all mirth forgotten.

 

[MadMaxim]

OOC: When they enter the Argotch Inn, Partash will try not to draw too much attention to himself and let Doral do the inquiring.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Doral talks for a moment with his fellow party member as they walk. "Parlinor, you seem an honest fellow, and that can be helpful when we go talk to these people. Tell me about yourself. Where are you from? What was your trade before you came to this life?"

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Argotch looks like a cozy enough place to den, but I'm going to the Shark Tank to drink later," Morika opins, stalking along behind the others. She just wants a safe-ish place to leave her things, and then to get to a place where the social manners are more her speed.

 

[stonegod]

As the others separated, the kobold arched the skin over one of its eye again, noting that Dragen had decided to stay. It looks between the girl and the archer a moment, then turns and begins to the Sail and Scepter.

 

[MadMaxim]

Doral talks for a moment with his fellow party member as they walk. "Partash, you seem an honest fellow, and that can be helpful when we go talk to these people. Tell me about yourself. Where are you from? What was your trade before you came to this life?"

Partash turns to Doral. I had better not give him too much information about me. Who knows whether he's working for the Dreaming Dark or not. He wraps his gray cloak tighter around his slight frame to shield it from the wind.

"Well, I grew up in the great city of Sharn and was taught the greatness of the divine by the priests of the Sovereign Host. Now, I act as more of a field agent for them, obtaining information on sacred relics far and wide, so I'm actually just doing what I've always been doing. However, this is very much the most far-away place I've been to. Usually, I travel within the borders of the Five Nations. What about you, Doral, have you always been working out diplomatic affairs?"

OOC: Partash is still going by the name of Parlinor Tashlov even though I describe his actions using his real name.