T’aria wipes the blood off her dagger, and notices spots on her clothing as well. The blood spatters on the paintings might have devalued them, though the vase could be easily cleaned. Anton struggles in his ropes. “Keep that maniac away from her!”, referring to Gwyn after Elorelei was thrown to him. “The old church is just back down this street, 3 blocks back.” T’aria and Gwyn make a mental connection with a building they passed before, although there had been no signs when they passed that the burned-out building had been a church. Anton continues to plead, “Please, just leave! Someone’s bound to hear all this, even if they didn’t see anything.”
[OOC the burned-out building was mentioned in post
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Aligor thinks about Hex, and realizes he must be someone new. Someone with ambitions. Those kind never make it far in this city; when someone gets too big, the little thugs come out like piranha to pick the guy apart. Someone always betrays them, thinking they’ll get a little bit more for themselves. At least half the people who have hired the dwarf in the past has met an untimely end that way, and the rest moved on or realized to lay low and not attract attention. But one of his old employers still in town has probably heard of this Hex, and might know something. Looking outside, Aligor spots the punks down the street quickly, and realizes one isn’t a punk at all, but an old friend-in-arms. Although not used to being sneaky, the three individuals in the street are apparently too involved with each other to notice, as the dwarf maneuvers around the tavern.
[OOC Fangor, you can build on the old employer angle if you want to. Your default Spot to recognize Sunedilar was 13, success. I used Hide instead of Move Silently to sneak around the building, due to the distance involved. Default Hide rolled 19+2(dex)-4(ACP)=17. Default Spot checks for Alev and Sunedilar fail, 6 and 14.]
At Brie’s, Algernon says to his new friend Accalon, “Things of interest? Without knowing your tastes, it’s hard to say. I’ve heard there’s a gambling den or two in the heart of the city, not that someone of my refinement would go there. For something with some more culture, there’s the Enchanted Theater. They specialize in using magic in their plays, although I think they’re closed this week, preparing for the Festival of Fharlanghn. That’s if you’re looking for fun. If you’re looking for work,” he eyes Accalon up and down, noting his weapons and armor for the first time. He trails off and looks towards his bodyguard. “You just let me run up and start chatting with this man? He could stick a weapon in me and you couldn’t do a thing to stop it!” Ezuvial looks at him with a wry smile “You didn’t mind the lady’s weapons. I thought perhaps you were looking to bed him too. Besides,” he says, eyeing Accalon carefully, “the best way to judge if he’s an enemy is to see how he acts when his prey is up close.”
Algernon lets out a small “Hmmph. I’m beginning to wonder if I really need you.” He turns back to Accalon, apparently not worried that he might be dangerous “As I was saying, if you wanted work, if you’re a skilled fighter and don’t mind who you have to fight, I hear the council is trying to oust the necromancer Archifer from the city. If they send guards to evict him, Archifer might need some protection. Or, if you have a death wish, you could help evict him. I’d imagine you’d get paid either way.”
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