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<blockquote data-quote="Branding Opportunity" data-source="post: 2285214" data-attributes="member: 31812">Despite your raised voices this early in the morning, and witty banter, the common folk in line seem to ignore your group for the most part.&nbsp; A few give the speakers some looks, but most have learned not to interfere when rich people with heavy armor and large, sharp weapons argue amongst each other.After about fifteen minutes, Natalya's small, bat flits down out of the sky, aliting on her shoulder.&nbsp; It begins almost imperceptable squeaks which are unintelligible to you.OOC: Thanee[SBLOCK]Aieeai, I hate yellow terror in the sky!&nbsp; Why you make me fly around now!&nbsp; Everything looks normal in city, if a little deserted.&nbsp; Aieeei, I want to go somewhere dark![/SBLOCK]After almost an hour wait, the majority of your group finally reaches the front of the line, and a guardsman clad in shining chainmail with a large hand-and-a-half sword strapped to his back steps forward.OOC: No amount of protestation of conniving would have gotten you to the front of the line any faster.&nbsp; These are bored guardsman who just love making rich adventurers wait for them. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile&nbsp; &nbsp; :)"&nbsp; data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />He gives you all a few appraising glances, then clears his throat to speak, &quot;By the order of her Excellent Magnitude the Marchioness, I am required to ask you the following questions.&nbsp; You are required to answer truthfully.&nbsp; This is for your own protection and that of the people of Istivin.&nbsp; Your cooperation is&nbsp; expected and ... appreciated.&quot;&nbsp; After this he smiles, although most of it is lost under this thick, black beard.&nbsp; He pulls out a large ledger and quill and turns to the first of you.OOC:&nbsp; He turns to George, as he is the closest to him, and says all of these things.&nbsp; He will ask each of you these questions, but you don't all have to answer, and he doesn't ask each person each question:&nbsp; What is your name?&nbsp; What is your purpose in Istivin?&nbsp; How long have you been travelling together?&nbsp; What is your religion?&nbsp; Where did you get that armor?&nbsp; Have you ever been to Saltmarsh?&nbsp; Why not?&nbsp; Have you been having any nightmares lately?&nbsp; What were they about?&nbsp; Have you ever been killed?&nbsp; Have you ever been hurt by undead?&nbsp; How many torches are you carrying?&nbsp; How about gold?&nbsp; Where were those coins minted?&nbsp; Why haven't you spent them yet?</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Branding Opportunity, post: 2285214, member: 31812"] Despite your raised voices this early in the morning, and witty banter, the common folk in line seem to ignore your group for the most part. A few give the speakers some looks, but most have learned not to interfere when rich people with heavy armor and large, sharp weapons argue amongst each other. After about fifteen minutes, Natalya's small, bat flits down out of the sky, aliting on her shoulder. It begins almost imperceptable squeaks which are unintelligible to you. [I]OOC: Thanee[/I][SBLOCK]Aieeai, I hate yellow terror in the sky! Why you make me fly around now! Everything looks normal in city, if a little deserted. Aieeei, I want to go somewhere dark![/SBLOCK] After almost an hour wait, the majority of your group finally reaches the front of the line, and a guardsman clad in shining chainmail with a large hand-and-a-half sword strapped to his back steps forward. [I]OOC: No amount of protestation of conniving would have gotten you to the front of the line any faster. These are bored guardsman who just love making rich adventurers wait for them. :)[/I] He gives you all a few appraising glances, then clears his throat to speak, "[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]By the order of her Excellent Magnitude the Marchioness, I am required to ask you the following questions. You are required to answer truthfully. This is for your own protection and that of the people of Istivin. Your cooperation is expected and ... appreciated.[/COLOR]" After this he smiles, although most of it is lost under this thick, black beard. He pulls out a large ledger and quill and turns to the first of you. [I]OOC: He turns to George, as he is the closest to him, and says all of these things. He will ask each of you these questions, but you don't all have to answer, and he doesn't ask each person each question: What is your name? What is your purpose in Istivin? How long have you been travelling together? What is your religion? Where did you get that armor? Have you ever been to Saltmarsh? Why not? Have you been having any nightmares lately? What were they about? Have you ever been killed? Have you ever been hurt by undead? How many torches are you carrying? How about gold? Where were those coins minted? Why haven't you spent them yet?[/I] [/QUOTE]

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