((Ok lets aim for the weekend. Some wanted friday. But how is either saturday or sunday for you guys? Prefer saturday 17:00 GMT+0. Want to start early as this might take some time. When this discussion is over we can begin here to get on track.))
Sills previous research had yielded a name, a male drow by the name of Draelaxe Z'shath. Rumours was he had made a fortune on trading quality dwarven goods from the city Ashbringer. Known for his speedy deliveries he surely knew a good route or had a contact of his own that did. He was a habitual gambler known to spend much time at gamblers nest called Sunken Moon in Undersigil.
Caravan Gathering
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*Er_Nano_Infame
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((saturday prolly unlikelyfor me, sunday may be better))
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*Serena
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((Saturday 17:00 would be good for me, not available on Sundays though
Taking a book from the drow's desk, Korèn sits on the wooden table and starts leafing randomly through the pages, a slightly bored look on her face
"I've worked for the Portalhacker's," she replies, as if that would answer the question. "Never been on Ysgard, but I s'pose it won't be a problem, uh?"
Taking a book from the drow's desk, Korèn sits on the wooden table and starts leafing randomly through the pages, a slightly bored look on her face
"I've worked for the Portalhacker's," she replies, as if that would answer the question. "Never been on Ysgard, but I s'pose it won't be a problem, uh?"
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*Er_Nano_Infame
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((feck >_> well i'll try to be on saturday, with some luck))
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*guantanamobayxx
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A young, human appearing woman walked in, red hair and green leathers, golden eyes peering about. She made a bee-line for the drow.
"Hey there, miss. Hear chant about needing guards. Hear you've only got a couple people, not an actual crew. The Crooked Blades'll be up for the job, ma'am, if you'll have us along. We've all got guarding experience and expertise in other areas, if you're still hiring. I'll need to ask our leader of course if we're up for it, but everyone knows Corny, I'm sure you could talk with him too, eh?"
She sipped her bottle of Etherese Haze as she waited for an answer, taking a seat nearby.
"Hey there, miss. Hear chant about needing guards. Hear you've only got a couple people, not an actual crew. The Crooked Blades'll be up for the job, ma'am, if you'll have us along. We've all got guarding experience and expertise in other areas, if you're still hiring. I'll need to ask our leader of course if we're up for it, but everyone knows Corny, I'm sure you could talk with him too, eh?"
She sipped her bottle of Etherese Haze as she waited for an answer, taking a seat nearby.
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*Rainbow Prism
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Looking at another female that arrived, Sillxhistraja (or Sally, if one could already recognize her by moody attitude and disregard to fashion) sighed again, making oration gesture.
"Ysgard, Nidavelir. I meet the ones who want the job personally, then see if you look dependable. If any of your bashers are Sodkillers, tell them to not bother coming. Boss will not pay any of them. Send regards to your leader."
Drow pauses, with neutral expression. "... Everyone who wants the job gather here at this table on this date." She takes out some small scrap book where she writes up the date, ripping out pages and giving each a list.
"You will meet our taskmaster then."
"Ysgard, Nidavelir. I meet the ones who want the job personally, then see if you look dependable. If any of your bashers are Sodkillers, tell them to not bother coming. Boss will not pay any of them. Send regards to your leader."
Drow pauses, with neutral expression. "... Everyone who wants the job gather here at this table on this date." She takes out some small scrap book where she writes up the date, ripping out pages and giving each a list.
"You will meet our taskmaster then."