Post by Rule Hound on Jun 22, 2016 20:12:51 GMT
A Brightly Colored and well tailored Man returns from the Hallway leading to the Beggars Cart with a heavy purse jingling, bouncing it up and down in his hand.
He looks around, doesn't seem to see anyone in-particular he may have been looking for. Digs in his Purse and puts a handful of gold on the counter and tells the old pirate that the next round is on him before heading to the fireplace and sitting down to watch the room.
Even the mortals present recognize him and offer some thanks and random comments ...thanks Deamos... Good year is it Trader... Cursade not cutting in I see... Anything special for me...
One unlikely, previously unseen individual slips up and sits down, leaning in and starts whispering.
"I found what ya been want'n me ta keep me eye's ta ground fer....... [quiet unheard whispers] .... sure as a donkey shits sir. It is good and powerful. My Sire, had he not succumbed to the.... great and powerful. Knew how to use these things... channel... enhance... Yessir. A old lords loge ther be."
Deamos reaches into his coat and pulls out he clinking bag of coins and hands it to the man.
As the man reaches for it Deamos grabs his hand. My Map...
The other chuckles and pulls a small skin with markings out and hands it over. Deamos looks very intently into the strangers eyes and says "You will forget the location won't you?" before letting go.
The man leans back and says "ahhh hmmmm.."
The Pirate pegs his way over putting two earthenware mugs on the table and smacks Deamos on the back laughing "Now, now, you know the rules you colorful peacock."
Deamos, "Indeed I do, no harm no foul."
He looks over at the man as he is leaving the door of the inn and notices him light a pipe with what appears to be a flame from his finger.
Shaking his head. "Now, now, you know me better than that, I am all discretion and subtlety."
The Pirate almost spits up his drink. "If that was subtlety uh relly not want'n ta know".
He then leans back and takes another deep swig.
He looks around, doesn't seem to see anyone in-particular he may have been looking for. Digs in his Purse and puts a handful of gold on the counter and tells the old pirate that the next round is on him before heading to the fireplace and sitting down to watch the room.
Even the mortals present recognize him and offer some thanks and random comments ...thanks Deamos... Good year is it Trader... Cursade not cutting in I see... Anything special for me...
One unlikely, previously unseen individual slips up and sits down, leaning in and starts whispering.
"I found what ya been want'n me ta keep me eye's ta ground fer....... [quiet unheard whispers] .... sure as a donkey shits sir. It is good and powerful. My Sire, had he not succumbed to the.... great and powerful. Knew how to use these things... channel... enhance... Yessir. A old lords loge ther be."
Deamos reaches into his coat and pulls out he clinking bag of coins and hands it to the man.
As the man reaches for it Deamos grabs his hand. My Map...
The other chuckles and pulls a small skin with markings out and hands it over. Deamos looks very intently into the strangers eyes and says "You will forget the location won't you?" before letting go.
The man leans back and says "ahhh hmmmm.."
The Pirate pegs his way over putting two earthenware mugs on the table and smacks Deamos on the back laughing "Now, now, you know the rules you colorful peacock."
Deamos, "Indeed I do, no harm no foul."
He looks over at the man as he is leaving the door of the inn and notices him light a pipe with what appears to be a flame from his finger.
Shaking his head. "Now, now, you know me better than that, I am all discretion and subtlety."
The Pirate almost spits up his drink. "If that was subtlety uh relly not want'n ta know".
He then leans back and takes another deep swig.