AvB - Coruhir

[Shadowleaf]

ONLY CaC03 AND HIS DM ALLOWED IN THIS THREAD, BY WORD OF TENTACLE MONSTER.

You enter a long hallway with doors on both sides. There are small signs on all the doors, identifying the employer and the job.

12 by your count are looking for protective workers, 9 are looking for problem-handlers.

There are 5 merchants, 3 petty nobles, 2 religious groups, 1 which is just labelled "Kobolds!", and 1 unmarked hiring bodyguards.

[CaCO3]

Coruhir begins to read the signs of the petty nobles and the merchants more closely, taking note of the details. In particular he carefully reads the descriptions on the signs for the former, if there are any.

[Shadowleaf]

Roll Knowledge: Local. Anything specific you want to know?

[CaCO3]

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Knowledge: Local (NS)
(1d20+1)[1](2)

Nothing in particular, other than their names and perhaps a rough knowledge of how powerful they are.

EDIT: It seems I know absolutely nothing. Are their names written there though?

[Shadowleaf]

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They are. You want me to list them? Dominik Hertz isn't there, if that's what you're fishing for.

You do not seem to recall any of the names - which probably means they are not important.

[CaCO3]

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Not really, it's just that I'd rather randomly pick a name than randomly pick a number from 1-3.

[Shadowleaf]

The names are:

Heino Gheros.
Jorlander Ferteno.
Obediah Frey.

[CaCO3]

Smoothing out the folds of his silvery cloak, Coruhir attempts to walk into the room labelled Jorlander Ferteno. If/when he gets inside, he scans the surroundings for the owner of the name on the door.

[Shadowleaf]

You enter a 10'x10' room, void of any features except a desk with a man sitting behind it in the middle of the room. A soft light glows from the walls.

The man is roughly 30 years of age, bald, and is wearing a black robe. He has a simple and pretty indifferent face. He looks you straight in the eyes. "Yes, and who might you be?" he says in a flat and non-caring tone.

[CaCO3]

"I am applying to act as a bodyguard. It seems that you are in the search of one. As to who exactly I am... I am a person of some talents in most areas, provided you give me enough advance notice, and I am usually a fairly able combatant. If you are in need of further information, feel free to ask."

[Shadowleaf]

He writes something on a piece of paper. "My employer is looking for a talented individual to deal with a wide variety of tasks. It may involve preemptive attacks on those who seek to harm him, and it may involve other things than simply protecting his person. Is this agreeable?"

[CaCO3]

"Depending on if everything is within the boundaries of law... if the tasks concerning the 'preemptive attacks' mean assassination, then I will probably have to seek employment elsewhere."

[Shadowleaf]

"I'm just the messenger, I doubt my master would word it as assassination - after all, killing someone before they kill you is not really murder, is it?"

[CaCO3]

"...Very well. Is there a contract I have to sign? Any restrictions?"

[Shadowleaf]

"I dunno, I'm just the guy doing the pitch." He slides over a document. "There's an address on it, that'd be lord Ferteno's home address. Visit him around sunset, and work out a contract."

[CaCO3]

Nodding, Coruhir picks up the document and, after reading it, slots it into one of the pockets of his traveling bag. "Thank you for your time. I think I will look into this job further."

[Shadowleaf]

Address is on the Noble District's part of Seller's Row.

The man rises from his seat, and turns around. You hear a click!, and a door appears in front of him. "This door will take you outside the Maid and the Mermaid."


Assuming you head through it, you exit the door and find yourself on the street in front of the Maid and the Mermaid. You glance behind you, only to see the doorway leading into the Maid and the Mermaid. Strange.

[CaCO3]

It is unlikely that I can find any other sort of employment here in the capital... Thinking this, he heads through the door that has appeared in front of him.

Coruhir wondered briefly if he should reenter the back rooms of the Maid and the Mermaid, then decided against it. After all, he could always come back later. And the job didn't sound too bad - if the people he had to preemptively attack were people that were going to murder his contractor, it was his contractor's right to retaliate.

He begins to head to the address indicated on the document, checking the placement of the sun in the sky and roughly what time it is.

[Shadowleaf]

You guesstimate the time to half-way between noon and sunset. You have a few hours to kill before evening comes.

[CaCO3]

Coruhir looks for a nearby tavern to purchase a glass of wine at in the Nobles' District.

[Shadowleaf]

You have no trouble finding such a place. It is an obvious step up in quality from the usual taverns of Sesbury (not counting the Maid and the Mermaid).

The tavern - the Bright Giant - has a single large room on the ground level, a large bar counter with a male dwarf behind it. Several round tables dot the room.
It's not too busy at this time of day, though in a few hours people will be returning from work.

A group of six monks sit in the back of the inn, eating and chatting silently.
A man - obviously noble from his very high fashion outfit - sits at the bar. He is probably around 25 years old, has short brown hair and a fancy beard. He looks annoyed.

[CaCO3]

Coruhir walks to the bar and takes a seat not too far from the noble, but not close enough so as to trigger an immediate confrontation.

"I would like to see what beverages you offer here, barkeeper."

[Shadowleaf]

The Dwarf looks you straight in the eyes. You spot the footstool he is standing on.
"I be offering six different kinds o' ale, two meads, eleven different kind'a wine, and later tonight I be offering some hard'a spirits."

[CaCO3]

"I'll take a glass of frostwine, if you have it. If not... which elven brews do you have here in stock?"

[Shadowleaf]

"Frostwine I canne boast, but the Greenleaf family make exellent wine. I'll pour up a taste fer ya."
The Dwarf finds a bottle undearneath the counter with a large green oaken leaf on the side. He pours a small bit into a wine glass and slides it across the counter.

[CaCO3]

Coruhir takes the proffered glass and swirls it around under the light slowly, sampling its aromatic flavor with his sense of smell. He follows this by physically making an effort to capture the wine's scent, and then takes a small sip of the liquid. Rolling it around in his mouth, he takes a breath through his mouth and moves that air to his nose, and finally he swallows the alcohol.

He notes the taste and aftertaste of the Greenleaf-brewed wine.

[Shadowleaf]

The wine has a slightly sweet flavour, very rich and has obviously matured nicely. It is one of the best wines you have ever tasted.

[CaCO3]

"How much for a bottle? This is quite a nice wine, I must say."

[Shadowleaf]

"It's quite expensive. Twenty gold pieces for a bottle. I'd sell it cheaper, but then I'd lose money meself."

[CaCO3]

"Twenty gold pieces is more than a fair price for a wine of this quality, I think. Do you accept platinum?"

Coruhir takes out 2 platinum from his belt pouch and puts it in his left hand before getting 20 gold pieces from the same location and putting it in his right, shrugging.