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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Damionte" data-source="post: 7460466" data-attributes="member: 30235">Marshalling SupportA few weeks after arriving in town.Duncan looks down at the directions he’d been given then up to the sign signifying that he’d arrived at his destination. He’d wondered what type of location his friend had suggested for their meeting but he knew he shouldn’t have wondered. The mans tastes were well known and “The Gorean Gnott” had the look and smell of a house of pleasure. You could smell the sweet perfumes and hear the muffled sounds of music and merry making from the corner. Duncan held up his invitation as his instructions bade, and passed a silver piece to the burly guards at the front door. They allowed him entrance with no fanfare or even a word. Walking in he understood this was a high class institute. It was warm, comfortable and well appointed, with heavy furs on the furniture and floors. Noble patrons were seated around the place while scantily clad specimens of various races and genders strolled about carrying drinks or lounging on the arms of the guests.Duncan stood in the entrance allowing his eyes to adjust to the dimmer light when one such scantily clad hostess approached him. She reached out a hand to take his invitation flipped it open and then gestured him to follow her. “Thank you for visiting the Gorean Gnott. If you would follow me I’ll escort you to your party.” Duncan gave her a nod in appreciation and followed. They didn’t travel far. The far side of the room is where they found his friend who was strangely enough drinking alone. On Duncan’s approach the man jumped to his feet grinning form ear to ear.”Lord Duncan Moore if I live and breath!”Duncan answered him as if they’d practiced this. “Lord Rogers Kwuest such a fine gentleman!” The two embraced in a fit of laughter. Kwuest broke them apart and looked Duncan up and down. “Look at you, all crimson and gold straight out of a story book!””Look at us!” Duncan replied. “Country Gentlemen of the new order.” “Don’t let these old money elites hear that.””Ha they should be so inspired. Our titles were won the old fashion way. With blood, deed, and sword. We’ve earned our tittles and our lands””Yes and a converted haul of slaver gold didn’t help.””Dead pirates don’t need gold Kwuest!””True true ahh it’s good to see you my captain, sit please.” Kwuest looks playfully over Duncans shoulder as if something about Duncans appearance troubled him.Duncan self consciously wiped his nose… “What … is something on my face?””No it’s just that you seem to be missing your shadow?"  Kwuest smirked at him. Drops down onto a nearby stool. “Ha … Ha… Ebony is taking care of other business right now. You know, I am, capable of independent action.” “I’m gonna tell her you said that.” “Oh you tell her.”    …..  .….  ….. “Actually if you don’t mind, don’t actually tell her that. Anyway speaking of business I’m hoping you have news for me.” “Yes sir I do.” Kwuest leans back in his chair with a grin. "I dispatched some eyes and ears to take a look at these orcs you mentioned in your reports to the mayor. Up and coming adventurers are always good for this sort of work. One of the groups actually came back with some news. It seems your orcs have scattered.””Scattered could be good, but could also just be more trouble. Any news of disturbances in the outlaying villages.””Nope seems the orcs scattering was very organized. Individual groups seem to have dispersed back into the deep woods or the hills.  Still and this part stays with us, there are many who are worried at how such a force could so easily come together so close to home. I mean that’s a large force to have appeared inside our borders with no one being the wiser.””Drow were involved.””You didn’t mention that before.””Didn’t I?””Anyway, these is some talk about putting a putting a force together but since the orcs have dispersed on their own no one seems to be worried about it right now. At least not worried enough about it to throw gold at the problem. Speaking of which, you owe me 200 gold.””200 gold! Who the hell did you hire.””Hey even newbie adventurers are not cheap to hire. Military scouts would have been best but that’s another situation all together." “Local politics…?” Duncan asked amused.”Local politics indeed.” Kwuest grimaced.Duncan returns the grin. ”You wanted to be a noble!””No this was your idea. I just wanted to be rich. Work and responsibility was always your thing.” Kwuest tries to feign annoyance with the world.Duncan looks around. “You seem to be enjoying yourself Lieutenant.” Kwuest smirks and replies. “What can I say, membership has its privileges.” “Speaking of which I need to be going.” Duncan pulls a small coin purse from his belt and stands.Kwuest spreads his arms… “What .. aww you just got here." Duncan tosses him the purse. “Yeah if I come home smelling like this place Ebony will gut me.”Catches the purse then stands up to shake hands. "Couldn't you just do that thing... " Kwuest wiggles his fingers feigning the efforts of a spell caster. “Where are you staying?””She always seems to know!" Duncan looks inquisitive trying to figure out how she does seem to know these things despite magic. "We’re guess of the Lady Abigail.””The lady Abigail…… Mmmmmmm now there’s a tower I wouldn’t mind climbing.””She’d probably eat you.” Duncan smiles.”I would be so lucky! Give my regards to your mate.” Clapping Duncan on the shoulder. ”Ofcourse. I'll be in an dout of town over the next few months we'll meet up.” Duncan leaves his friend and makes a hasty escape. Once clear of the place he uses a prestidigitation to scrub the smells away then goes about his day before returning to the tower. [ATTACH]99184[/ATTACH]</blockquote>

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