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Post by Trystane Sand on Jul 30, 2019 0:22:40 GMT 1
Trystane approaches the bar and slowly frees his coinpurse from his belt. Keeping his hands in full view the whole time, he fishes out what he thinks is double the cost of a new table of that size, and stacks the coins neatly on the bar.
"There you go. Plenty coin to make up for the damage."
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Post by Father on Jul 30, 2019 12:41:58 GMT 1
The barkeep seems happy enough, surely he would be even more happier if the situation resolves itself with no blood at all.
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Post by Trystane Sand on Jul 31, 2019 0:18:12 GMT 1
Trystane turns and approaches Abelar, leaning in to speak to him quietly.
"I think we might have come in too aggressively. If he bows to your demand now, in front of everyone, he loses face. If we allow him to retain it this time, we might be able to salvage things if we come back more discreetly later. Softly softly, catchy monkey, if you get my meaning. Just a suggestion, Septon."
(Happy to roll a simple or complex intrigue to reflect the attempt to convince Abelar)
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Post by Septon Abelar on Jul 31, 2019 3:41:15 GMT 1
Abelar murmurs quietly to Trystane. "Yes, yes, I see. He is pathetic. Fragile in the mind and unable to fathom any slight against him. A complete fool . . . we shall return later and play his mummer's farce."
Ready to skip ahead to us returning later if others are.
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Post by Father on Jul 31, 2019 11:31:42 GMT 1
Some might consider it wise to perhaps not bring the septon along again, or at the very least try in the morning when everyone would be sleeping anyway.
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Post by Septon Abelar on Aug 3, 2019 13:28:43 GMT 1
Septon Abelar stalks out of the establishment. With a resigned sigh, he turns to Trystane and Roland. "Perhaps it would be best if you could return on my behalf to try and get some information. Those dastardly crossbows ruined my show of force, and I fear that they will not be at ease otherwise."
(P 1.75 Rumble) Zealot roll to resist returning v. TN 16: 6d6k4 21
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Post by Trystane Sand on Aug 3, 2019 14:33:46 GMT 1
"As you wish, Septon," Trystane nods. "Had I know beforehand about the crossbows, I'd have recommended a subtler approach. But no matter. We have smoothed things over for now, and I am sure that, with your guidance at a slight remove, Ser Roland & I will be able to make progress tomorrow. Justice cannot be avoided indefinitely."
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Post by Father on Aug 12, 2019 16:31:08 GMT 1
The place is much quieter in the afternoon, some are still dozing off against the walls, there is another man tending the bar, though his eyebrows tightens upon noticing the new "customers", descriptions must have passed around.
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Post by Trystane Sand on Aug 12, 2019 20:39:23 GMT 1
Trystane offers the most charming smile he can muster, and approaches the bar.
"Good day! May we speak with Errol? I believe he is expecting us."
(Would you like me to roll anything?)
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Post by Father on Aug 12, 2019 21:54:34 GMT 1
"I am sorry, ser, but who?" This bartender doesn't appear any more helpful than the last. Coin might help, maybe, an offer of it couldn't hurt.
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Post by Trystane Sand on Aug 12, 2019 22:13:30 GMT 1
"I do apologise," Trystane says affably, taking out his coinpurse and giving it a little jangle. "Perhaps the rattling of this thing obscured the name."
He deftly fishes out 20ss and places them in a neat stack in front of the bartender.
"Errol. Eyeless Errol, to be specific. We've come to discuss some business. Friendly like of course."
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Post by Father on Aug 13, 2019 15:08:58 GMT 1
"Don't see much fancy folks coming down here for friendly business" the barkeep states gruffly. "Either they are here to sermon on our sins, though haven't heard of any axe-crazyness before in my ten years of working, or join the fun, most joins the fun, more decides that they want the more expensive entertainment, we don't have that."
"Who is this Eyeless Errol fellow anyhow? You seem to think him important." Whether he is subjecting you to some test or wants more coin, who knows? Both maybe. He doesn't really try to pretend that he truly has no idea whom you seek.
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Post by Trystane Sand on Aug 13, 2019 23:31:05 GMT 1
"Oh, we're not that fancy, surely," Trystane handwaves affably. "You must get knights in here often enough. And were I not here on business, I'd gladly be partaking..."
He lets out a dramatically wistful sigh.
"...but alas, duty first. Errol has some information we're looking to purchase. So we mean to have a chat and see if we can come to a mutually agreeable business arrangement. And speaking of purchasing, how about you give us a bottle of your finest while we're here."
He stacks another 20ss on the bar.
"Conversation, like so many other parts of the body, always runs more smoothly when lubricated," he smirks. "Get yourself a little something too, if you like."
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Post by Father on Aug 14, 2019 13:36:12 GMT 1
"Bossman doesn't like it when we sample the wares on the job, paid for by customers or not." The finest isn't very impressive, this place is all about getting drunk on a sailor's purse, which for a knight is like getting drunk on the dirt cheap. It takes a little while before a boy signals to the barkeep and Trystane is bid to follow him upstairs, whatever other companions he might have appears not to be invited.
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Post by Trystane Sand on Aug 14, 2019 23:56:41 GMT 1
"Do what you will with the coin, my good man. It was but a suggestion. And your finest swill will be adequate, thank you."
He glances to the boy, then to Roland, then back to the boy.
"My companion comes too, I'm afraid. I know how many crossbows there are upstairs and I'd like to be at least somewhat sure you won't just turn me into a hedgehog and hurl my corpse into the street."
His tone is still jovial, if a little teasing, trying to mask his genuine lack of desire to go alone.
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