Twisted Infinity
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"Blasted... never get anything straight." Glangim hops to his feet, the resounding thud of his boots shaking the ground, he follows after the elf-like creature, "now you be listenin', we just be needing to pick up an item of some sorts. Now if you want to make it business like we'll settle it business-like, but don't be snubbing us cause your poncy self thinks we don't belong here." His later statement is punctuated by a growl that sounds like the earth ripping itself asunder.
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(Just for reference, Mr Vanderhorn looks at least human. The Ghaele Eladrin whom he had being doing business with and he was seeing out, was refered to as Mr. Zachary and is no longer in the room. Recounting Mr. Vanderhorn is the (insert not nice word here) and Mr. Zachary is the no longer present Celestial. Sorry for the confusion.)
Mr. Vanderhorn sighs, and turns to face Dimitri, "So you understand, the Blaunth Counting House is in the business of financing very large merchant expeditions. We have been in that business for a very very long time. We have not acted as common mercantiler for... hundreds if not thousands of years."
"So, you see, unless you are here to pick up a package thousands of years old, I suggest you return to where ever that," indicating Glangrim, "spawned from, before I call the guards."
Mr. Vanderhorn sighs, and turns to face Dimitri, "So you understand, the Blaunth Counting House is in the business of financing very large merchant expeditions. We have been in that business for a very very long time. We have not acted as common mercantiler for... hundreds if not thousands of years."
"So, you see, unless you are here to pick up a package thousands of years old, I suggest you return to where ever that," indicating Glangrim, "spawned from, before I call the guards."
"Well, if'n ye once were a common mercantiler, n' it seems to me like ye still are a common mercantiler; therefore, I'd suggest you go a search'n for that lot number, thousand years old or not." Glangim seems to be calming himself down slightly, "We 'ere to do business, if'n ye'll take it, ye might be surprised that yer high-and-mighty changepurse has something comin' for it."
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Lichtenhart
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"Glangim, please, don't fault this esteemed accountant for his mistrust, it's part of his job after all, and we haven't introduced ourselves properly. Please excuse me, Mr. Vanderhorn, my name is Faeral Arumanna Raerdale, and this is my guard. We're here in disguise, for a matter of extreme delicacy. The lot my men were talking about is part of a long lost inheritance that should allow me to reclaim my lost kingdom. We are not sure if this will be the real legacy, or another clue to its actual location, but we're sure something very important for us has been left here long time ago, with number 6821E. I hope you understand that there are forces that wouldn't like me to claim my title, and from your reaction I can see they didn't arrive here before us, for they are the reason of our disguise. Your help in locating that lot would be of great importance to our cause, and I surely wouldn't forget your contribution, once I can claim possession of my realm, and the need of new trades will become pressing, if you know what I mean. So Mr. Vanderhorn, is there any chance to retrieve that lot from what remains of this noble house's former activity?"
Sitting still with her cup of tea in her hands, Elly smiles at Mr. Vanderhorn, then looks at her companions with a look that seems to say 'don't look at me this way, I had to tell him'.
(Bluff +15, Diplomacy +33)
Sitting still with her cup of tea in her hands, Elly smiles at Mr. Vanderhorn, then looks at her companions with a look that seems to say 'don't look at me this way, I had to tell him'.
(Bluff +15, Diplomacy +33)
Nac Mac Feegle
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As Elly speaks, Shifter sighs, and as he does he stands up straighter as his body changes subtly. Where before he seemed like an average peasant, he now appears to be a remarkably tall and graceful looking elf. As he stands, he fixes Elly with an exasperated stare.
OOC: Move action, shift to a grey elven form.
OOC: Move action, shift to a grey elven form.
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“Yes, well… harumph.” Mr. Vanderhorn seems to consider Elly’s ruse.
The worm-like smile seems to slide across his face again, “Of course, I should have seen it before Lady Raerdale. A person as distinguished as yourself I should have recognized immediately.”
“But you see I am not sure who would handle such things any longer. It is highly unusual. Highly unusual. Let me consult with my colleagues and we shall figure this out. I beg your indulgence for you to wait here a moment longer.”
He turns and re-enters the door he arrived from. Fifteen minutes pass and the secretary returns.
“Please, come with me. She leads the party through wide, smartly decorated hallways, to an oak door, which she opens, ushering them into a room dominated by a large table and large antique chairs. The walls are lined with book shelves.
“Please wait here a moment. Mr. Thaddeus is collecting the appropriate documentation. Is there anything you would like?”
A short time later, a man who appears in his late forties wearing a rumpled brown suit and a pair of spectacles walks purposefully into the room carrying a large tome. He sets the book down carefully without sitting down himself.
He looks over the assembled group. “First let me apologize for Vanderhorn. The man is… unpleasant, but is a wizard with numbers. We really shouldn’t allow him to greet customers.”
“So you understand, we very rarely these days get customers in to pick up lots stored with us. It has been a very long time since we have done that kind of business, but, the planes being what they are, very rarely we get people coming in to claim lots that were stored with us. The last was a guardinel some hundred years ago. Before that an adventuring party had found a claim ticket in an ancient ruin. A hundred and fifty years before that.”
“Maern said that the lot number you were looking for was 3521E? That is an early one. Just so you understand there was a fire in our warehouse that destroyed a majority of those items. We will certainly reimburse you the value of the item if it turns out it was destroyed.”
“3521E, nope it looks like it is intact, now if I could have your claim tick…”
He stops mid-sentence and appears to be reading the book more intently, he looks up at the group once and then back down.
“Well this is unusual. I imagine you don’t have a claim ticket then. Well, far be it from me to argue with Mr. Blaunth himself. I will return shortly with your item.”
He turns and walks out the door.
“Yes, well… harumph.” Mr. Vanderhorn seems to consider Elly’s ruse.
The worm-like smile seems to slide across his face again, “Of course, I should have seen it before Lady Raerdale. A person as distinguished as yourself I should have recognized immediately.”
“But you see I am not sure who would handle such things any longer. It is highly unusual. Highly unusual. Let me consult with my colleagues and we shall figure this out. I beg your indulgence for you to wait here a moment longer.”
He turns and re-enters the door he arrived from. Fifteen minutes pass and the secretary returns.
“Please, come with me. She leads the party through wide, smartly decorated hallways, to an oak door, which she opens, ushering them into a room dominated by a large table and large antique chairs. The walls are lined with book shelves.
“Please wait here a moment. Mr. Thaddeus is collecting the appropriate documentation. Is there anything you would like?”
A short time later, a man who appears in his late forties wearing a rumpled brown suit and a pair of spectacles walks purposefully into the room carrying a large tome. He sets the book down carefully without sitting down himself.
He looks over the assembled group. “First let me apologize for Vanderhorn. The man is… unpleasant, but is a wizard with numbers. We really shouldn’t allow him to greet customers.”
“So you understand, we very rarely these days get customers in to pick up lots stored with us. It has been a very long time since we have done that kind of business, but, the planes being what they are, very rarely we get people coming in to claim lots that were stored with us. The last was a guardinel some hundred years ago. Before that an adventuring party had found a claim ticket in an ancient ruin. A hundred and fifty years before that.”
“Maern said that the lot number you were looking for was 3521E? That is an early one. Just so you understand there was a fire in our warehouse that destroyed a majority of those items. We will certainly reimburse you the value of the item if it turns out it was destroyed.”
“3521E, nope it looks like it is intact, now if I could have your claim tick…”
He stops mid-sentence and appears to be reading the book more intently, he looks up at the group once and then back down.
“Well this is unusual. I imagine you don’t have a claim ticket then. Well, far be it from me to argue with Mr. Blaunth himself. I will return shortly with your item.”
He turns and walks out the door.
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