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Troupe of the Painted Soul IC!


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"Well, then, my erstwhile compatriots," Christian asks, "what sort of trouble shall we get into today? My purse is light - offensively so - though I daresay I can remedy that with a performance or two, come the 'eve. As a matter of fact..." he lifts his hand to wave the serving girl over.

"Milady," he graciously begins once she arrives, "please inform the master of the house that I am well nigh impressed by his establishment, and look forward to patronizing it during my stay in Jewel. However," he continues, allowing his face to take on a shameful, crestfallen look; "after having been upon the road for so long, I find that big-city prices do not sit well with my villagers' purse. Perhaps the owner and I can come to some sort of agreement, then - my services as jongleur and entertainer at the Starline in exchange for a small stipend, as well as room and board for my Troupe and I? Assure him that we do not dissapoint when it comes to making merry and bringing joy to those lucky enough to watch our show."

"Of course," the bard concludes, "should we be unable to come to such an agreement, I will have to take my act to another establishment. I would hate to see the Starline lose business because I am performing at a rival's tavern, but alas, that is simply the way of business."

"Here, for your troubles," he smiles, and slips the girl a gold coin (his last).

After she departs, he turns back to the table and the Troupe. Being careful to shield his words and lips from any interested lookers-on, he says; "Perhaps it would not be an ill idea to see what we can find out about the Inquisition's doings in Jewel, and see if anyone knows anything regarding our mysterious benefactor as well."
 

{ooc-hellbender if you don't want to deduct anything, my character would have let you use one of his 60 some sheets of paper/parchment, and ink}

After taking in the description of Jewel and picking the most likely place for a market to take place.

After the serving girl leaves, "Well I plan to head to the market for a bit today. I want to see what this town has to offer, and there might be something useful that we could use there."

Shielding his voice and lips, "I want to get a feel for the today today and the market is the perfect place for that. Tonight I will head out to learn more about the inquistors and our benefactor. Last night was a bad night for me to try to do this, so I will need someone to check my disguise tonight though before I head out, and if one of you wishes to come with me, we can arrange that."

Breaking into a slight smile, Dembrilion says, "My apologies about last night, I do believe I forgot to introduce what my role in this act is: I will be your accountant, and taking any minor role if need be. And Christian, I doubt ye will have trouble earning enough to live on, but if you don't talk to me about the problem."
 

By now, the merchants who were breaking their fast in the Starline have left, leaving the establishment nigh completely deserted. The increasing light of morning leaps through the front windows, facing East. It paints the tables with it's light, and you can see the air peppered with motes of dust.

The serving girl smiles and blushes a bit at Christian, and nods, thankfully coveting the gold. "I will certainly talk to the master of the house, sire. I am certain he will meet with you - all of you, this evening. Many thanks, most generous patron!" With that, she scampers away.
 

" Good morning to you as well, Christian, well met, Dembrilion!", the elf says to his new friends, " Please have a listen to Carrie's information from her scouting mission. Do not worry about your gold, Christian, I still have a fair amount to help anyone out that gets in a bind."
Looking around the room for eavesdroppers, Zinovii also covers his mouth to speak discreetly.
"I can go out and scout around very discreetly as well, using my humble powers in the arcane arts. I have my own agendas while I am here as well, nothing that will interfere with our main goal, however. My only request to you all is to let me know if you see any of my kind here. Shall we take different sections of the city to explore?"


[Ooc--Thank you, squirrel, I had already deducted from my character for the room, tip and writing supplies. Now we have spare materials in case anyone loses theirs.]
 

"Many thanks, Zinovii," says Christian. "As for learning more about this town, seeing what can be seen, getting the lay of the land, and all other various etceteras, it seems a fine idea to me. Indeed, already there is a question or two I would like answered."

"Seeing as how none of us are familiar with Jewel, however, I think it an ill idea for any of us to go alone. There are five of us - shall we go three and two? I suggest that we return here to the Inn no later than dusk, in case our new patron wishes to contact us."
 

"Good plan, Christian, and you are quite right about us going it alone," replies the elf, "let us break our fast and then choose our business of the day. Shall we?"
 

"Well, perhaps we should figure out the politics of the city, I'm sure it would be important to know who we should or shouldn't piss off around here." Carrie says, thoughtfully, "Not like it matters to me much, but still, good to know who might be on our side besides our employer."

"That said, would anyone of you gentlemen care to accompany me? It would be safer in small groups, nothing big so as not to attract attention," Carrie then continues, a slight smile on her lips, "and I have a feeling we might be getting into trouble soon enough in this city."
 

"Well, when in doubt, follow the man with the purse, I always say," Christian laughs as he finishes his breakfast and stands from the table. "Let me fetch my cloak and my buckler, Zinovii, and we'll be off - to the docks, I should think, unless you have a better idea."
 

"A bard and an elf would be a good combination, and hopefully would not garner too much attention. As I overheard an inn patron mention the fact that I didn't look much of an elven sailor, there may be a few elves down by the docks, and thus my appearance may be more accepted. Do we have a way of signalling each other, via some form of thaumaturgy or other means? In case of an emergency, it would be most wise to be able to combine our resources as quickly as possible."
 

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