Raril slips in the back door of the Den and walks into the bar room. The drow makes his way over to a rather cushy chair near the fireplace and slowly sinks into it. He closes his eyes for a moment, contemplating ordering a glass of wine.
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Raril slips in the back door of the Den and walks into the bar room. The drow makes his way over to a rather cushy chair near the fireplace and slowly sinks into it. He closes his eyes for a moment, contemplating ordering a glass of wine.
Connie stands up and heads over to Ana and the others. "So, are we going to the place I have in mind, or do one of you all have a place with a bit of class? I'll be truthful with you, my place isn't the best... or even a building."
Oy! Ladies, gentleman, other. I am here today to embark on a noble quest to find and hunt a man wanted by Remnant. The prize is 5,000 gold. We will be hunting an escaped convict, a criminal! Who's up arrest a wicked man or make a tidy profit! Anyone? It would be a fine quest, etc,etc,etc. Marciano shouts loudly, everyone will hear.
Winguardia finally heads out, her new friends in tow...
((sorry that took so long.... To the Streets of Inside!))
Ana's face falls as Connie elaborates. "Oh. That does sound like a plan B, not a plan A." She thinks for a moment, then raises her arm again. "Then we will look for a suitably classy and private destination!"
Annnd out the door she goes.
The man in blue thanks Hooktooth as he receives the tea he ordered. "I'm not sure what currency it is you deal with here, but I have some rupees." He takes out an orange one which is typically worth a fair amount. "Here."
If the goblin accepts it he will proceed to ignore the waiter.
Hearing a loud shout from somewhere in the room he turns to this new distraction, observing the newly transformed halfling curiously. He begins to slowly sip down his tea.
((I'm assuming that I know that it's just the halfling in disguise, seeing as how you disappeared into the bathroom and came back out a different person))
He would know the halfling is in disguise. Marciano sees the other man and yells, Say! How would you like to join me! I'm going to hunt a criminal!
"Your over enthusiastic behavior to hunt somebody down is... unsettling. I can't exactly say that I'm too keen to follow a rather foul looking creature such as yourself. Anyway I've never really been a mercenary, rather a protector. Perhaps if you gave me some more details on this 'criminal'..."
Apparently he's some kind of escaped convict, he's wanted for assault and thievery! Five thousand gold! You with me?
He intensely peers in the halflings face, attempting to discern truth from lie.
"I'm not some mindless lackey who salivates over the promise of wealth. Once again I ask, "Are you sure that's all you know about this man? I may not be an expert in the field of law in this place but I will not place an innocent in danger."
Well, Remnant did accuse him. They're the police here! So apparently! Here, look. Marciano walks to the man and hands him a Remnant signed wanted poster.
The Remnant eh?
He wasn't quite sure whether this Remnant group were an impartial, just force or not, but until he saw evidence that proved otherwise he had no choice but to believe the creature. He takes the wanted poster and begins to mumble as he reads it.
"Wanted criminal... escaped convict... reward for capture... 5000 gold in return."
The man in dark blue turns to the halfling and sighs.
"I don't trust you. I think you're a shady character who is typically up to no good. In fact you just tried to participate in a heist with that villainess. With that said, you do appear to be telling me the truth. I suppose I have no objections to finding this man since I have no job as of now." I believe I heard your name was Marciano, is that correct?
Marciano suddenly returns to his normal self. Indeed I am! At ya' service. So, Shall we go soon?!
The man mentally notes this particular ability of Marciano.
He glances around the tavern. "Is this guy going to be much trouble? I can handle most threats thrown at me, but I'm just saying that if he's some incredibly powerful sorcerer we might want some more firepower. You may have the privilege of calling me Ven by the way."
Well, It says he 'as powerful frens! So, I suggest we find S'more like-minded hunters! What d'ya say?
"I don't see the sense in not being careful. Alright well, let's find some other sell-swords. I just hope they're not as bawdy as you are."
He finishes off the tea and glances around.
"Well you seem to be the most proactive in this, so why don't you be the recruiter?"
Well....Let's go t' Trogs! Or should we jus' wait 'ere?
OK! Wel' Shoul' we wai' 'ere fer jus' a minute more t' see if anyone signs up?
Good idea. First, I fergot yer name? Wha' was it? Marciano's cockney accent is annoying. :smalltongue:
Ven...I don't recognize yer accent. Where did ya' live?
"In the best country ever created - Hyrule. Specifically I come from the province of Kakariko."
Ven never really thought of him having much of an accent, but then again he had always been around the same race of people all of his life. This just reminds him of how alienated he feels in this strange, new place.
...Hmm....What did you do?
Ven begins to feel slightly uncomfortable at the questioning, but doesn't see the harm in divulging such menial information.
"I had the most respected profession in the land, namely being the personal bodyguard of Queen Zelda herself. From the shade I watched over her and made sure no harm would ever touch her. And when times called for it I would be sent on stealth operations to destroy any would-be villains and criminals. I'm the seventh generation of my family to do so."
He wanted to deflect some of the attention away from him now.
"What about you? What is it that you do exactly? Nothing honorable, I'm sure. And I mean no offense but that accent is rather... well it's hard on my ears. Where are you from?"
I'm from Cylaar...Hehe, I was a slave trader. I was rich!
"Eh? Well I've never heard of it. An' pirates don't eat much fruit, cause it rots way too fast, ya know? Doesn't keep fresh on tha sea so we don't take it."
How peculiar. Apparently the pirates of Ermine's world aren't susceptible to scurvy, or there's some other factor. :smallconfused:
She takes a swig of rum!