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The Stuff of Dreams (Orsal Judging)

El Jefe said:
OoC: Ok, I think we're ready to go. Just want to confirm here...Devlin and Ryland are in "their" room at the Tower, Devlin has vials of both ingestible and injectable poison (knockout drugs, if Bellam can be trusted), a seafood dish with a strong sauce and some drinks are in the room and have been dosed with the poison (as have some crossbow bolts), they have the orb from the RDI, a messenger boy has been alerted to summon Vagan about 20 minutes after Jobe and Kamdar enter the room, Jobe and Kamdar are presumably in their room in the Tower just down the hall, Brigit is presumably still at the Coronet, Eppy is presumably still at the office working late, and it is early evening. Have I missed anything? If not, take your next action.
Yup, that about covers it. We're just waiting for Jobe & Kamdar to show up for the meet.
 

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Three sharp knocks fell upon the door to Devlin and Ryland's room, then somebody tried the handle. Inwardly, the pair breathed a sigh of relief that the door latches at the Tower were of much higher quality than those at St. Arnold's. As the room was locked from the inside, the handle turned without affecting entry. Somebody was obviously outside, expecting to be let in.

"Mr. Magruder? Mr. Ryland?", came Brimbor's unmistakeable voice. "We did have an appointment, did we not?"
 

Devlin gets up and opens the door. "Mr. Brimbor, Mr. Fatwon. Indeed, we do have an appointment. Please come in." Devlin steps aside and ushers the two men inside.

"Please, have a seat. Refreshments?" he inquires, indicating the tray of food & drink.
 

Ryland waits silently for the action to begin, munching quietly on some of the food he had grabbed before Devlin applied the "secret sauce". Between bites he says somewhat tersely, "Let's get this over with"
 

Dungannon said:
"Refreshments?"
"I prefer to place business before pleasure, if you don't mind", chortled the rotund half-orc as he took a seat near the human. Brimbor likewise took a seat, but further away. The elf seemed to be nervously fingering something inside his cloak; the heroes discerned it was likely yet another small crossbow.
Salix said:
"Let's get this over with"
As if on cue, the door opened, and the lithe figure of a well-dressed woman slipped inside. A very shaky Brigit took a deep breath, and blurted, "Well, I couldn't let you gentlemen decide my fate without slipping in a word edgewise." She smiled a small, self-deprecating smile as she sauntered into the room. "There, um, don't seem to be enough chairs", she observed. "It would be most unladylike to, ah, have a seat on the bed."
 

El Jefe said:
"I prefer to place business before pleasure, if you don't mind", chortled the rotund half-orc as he took a seat near the human. Brimbor likewise took a seat, but further away. The elf seemed to be nervously fingering something inside his cloak; the heroes discerned it was likely yet another small crossbow.As if on cue, the door opened, and the lithe figure of a well-dressed woman slipped inside. A very shaky Brigit took a deep breath, and blurted, "Well, I couldn't let you gentlemen decide my fate without slipping in a word edgewise." She smiled a small, self-deprecating smile as she sauntered into the room. "There, um, don't seem to be enough chairs", she observed. "It would be most unladylike to, ah, have a seat on the bed."

"Take my chair, Brigit", Ryland says, standing and offering it. Ryland takes a step back to give him a little breathing room for casting spells.
 

Devlin nods to Brigit. "A pleasant surprise, if a bit unexpected."

Devlin moves over to where the crossbows are staged, keeping an eye on the elf. "So, you have the money?"
 



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