The Stuff of Dreams (Orsal Judging)

[Dungannon]

Devlin pulls a small sack out of a belt pouch and sets it on the table. The faint jingle of coins is heard. "I believe this will cover the debt, goodman Bellam. Now what about your man?"

ooc: no tricks, the bag contains 330 gp

 

[Dungannon]

ooc: I'm going out of town on a mini-vacation. I'll return next Tuesday evening.

 

[El Jefe]

"I believe this will cover the debt, goodman Bellam. Now what about your man?"

The shady procurer swept up the bag with barely-restrained haste, clutched it close to him, and started arranging the coins in stacks of 10, inspecting random coins as he went. He moved rapidly, as a dog devouring its dinner so that its pack-mates wouldn't get part of its share. Seemingly satisfied, he swept coins back into the pouch and slipped it inside his cloak, laying his finger alongside his nose and giving the brute across the bar a nod. "Well, I think my man would like to speak to you now", he intoned with equal parts satisfaction and fear. Why don't you go talk to him?"

 

[Salix]

"Devlin, I'll wait here while to pick up the stuff. Can I get you your usual?", Ryland flags down a waitress and orders two usuals.
OOC: I'm waiting for Devlin. It's kind of his show for now.

 

[Dungannon]

ooc: I'm back, let's get it on.

Devlin nods to Ryland as he rises from his seat and makes his way over to the other man's table. Once there he helps himself to a chair opposite the man and flashes a smile at him. "So, my friend over there informs me that you might have something I'm interested in."

 

[El Jefe]

"So, my friend over there informs me that you might have something I'm interested in."

Bellam's thug regarded Devlin with the same icy stare an assassin would give a member of the town watch, and casually slipped a small pouch from within his cloak, tossing it into the center of the table with the gentle practicsed hand of a dealer in a card game. The man didn't speak a word during the whole process. Somehow, Devlin understood his opposite wasn't much of a conversationalist.

 

[Dungannon]

Devlin slides the pouch into his lap and takes a look inside.

 

[El Jefe]

Devlin slides the pouch into his lap and takes a look inside.

Inside the pouch, Devlin spied four small vials, two marked with a crude drawing of a pair of lips, and two marked with an arrowhead.

 

[Dungannon]

Devlin nods in satisfaction, closes the pouch and pockets it. "If this stuff works as advertised I may have future business for you. If it doesn't, well..."

The investigator rises from his seat and signals Ryland that all is okay. Together the pair head out the door.

 

[Salix]

OOC: Just so everyone knows I'll be taking a long weekend to meet my wife in San Francisco. I'll be gone from Thursday night to Monday night.


Devlin, What's the plan? When do we hit them with the stuff, and when do we pull in Vagan?