The Mad God's Key (Bront Judging)

[Patlin]

Here's hoping he doesn't know five guys that wear that necklace!

 

[Rystil Arden]

[SBLOCK=OOC: ] We just need the one who doesn't have his today [/SBLOCK]

 

[GwydapLlew]

The kobold blinks at the barrage of words coming from the woman's mouth. As he struggles to keep pace, his reptilian features gradually shift from hopeful to crestfallen. He gives Sin's chest a good, careful examination (two times, just to make sure ) and shakes his scaley head sorrowfully. "I'd love to help, miss, I really would. I never seen a necklace like that one before. What does your friend look like?"

 

[Rystil Arden]

'Well, we know he can't be a dwarf, halfling, or gnome because otherwise the height isn't right for that torn cloth to get where it was...That won't help me narrow it down much though.'

"Hmmmm...I don't think that will help, unless we're very lucky. Remember when I said he was changing his face? Well, this spooks a lot of people out--spooked me out too when I first found out because it's pretty terrifying to think about one of them killing you and replacing you or something--but he's a Changeling, though I'm sure he never told anyone that once he made it to Sharn. He liked big burly forms rather than the lithe agile ones, but not dwarves. However, unfortunately, I'm sure that that description fits many of the human, half-orc, and goblinoid longshoremen in your guild. Too bad you didn't know him off the bat--I'll just have to take a look for him myself then. Thanks for trying!"

 

[GwydapLlew]

"Changeling? We don't have any of them in the Guild - and we keep our paperwork in order! The tiny kobold frowns as the young woman turns to leave, and then nibbles on his outer lip. Too delicious to pass up...

"I'll tell you what! I'll escort you around the docks and if you see your fella, you can thank me with dinner. What do you say?"

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Alysina raises an eyebrow.*

"Let's say a hobgoblin comes in to Sharn from the mountains, gets his papers in order, and joins your guild. Only, the hobgoblin was really a Changeling. How would you know?"

*She looks at the kobold with an inquiring gaze. He may be an evil little reptile-thing, but his attentions are almost cute in their incongruity, though still a bit creepy.

"I know he joined the Shoremen's Guild--he sent me a letter telling me about how fun it was, and he even sent this--" she pulls out the bit of oily cloth, "Though I have to say, he's always been awful at coming up with gifts--no offense to these oiled cloth thingies."

 

[GwydapLlew]

"Let's say a hobgoblin comes in to Sharn from the mountains, gets his papers in order, and joins your guild. Only, the hobgoblin was really a Changeling. How would you know?"

"Because we check identification papers before we hire a fellow. If someone has forged papers, it's not our affair is it?" The kobold replies saucily, and he rubs his nubbish horns as he leers at the young woman.

Krontigard looks at the oily cloth, and titters a bit. "Your friend has horrid taste in gifts, then! That's a bit of a cloak - every last one of our guildmembers has one. It's been waterproofed, y'see, and it's a bit of a badge for guildmembers. Heck, we replace the things if you lose one!"

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Well, looks like he became a member after all. Know anyone with either a torn-up cloak or who just had theirs replaced recently?"

 

[Rystil Arden]

Oops--double post

 

[GwydapLlew]

"Promise me dinner first, and I'll give you all the names you'll ever want." Krontigard stands and leans forward, both hands supporting his weight on the desl. "Speaking of names, what's yours?"

[sblock=OOC]I couldn't resist. [/sblock]