The Longest Night

[*LiquidDreamer]

He takes out his other jink purse and takes out a handful, then lays a few on the counter putting the purse away hoping no one is paying attention. "That is for a small drink". He pats his robes, "I have a little more in exchange for some information. I'm looking for someone that can distill a high quality Gehennan Morgoth Iron. I need it for planewalking. Coat your crossbow bolt with it and whatever you shoot goes down. Know anyone that can help?"

[*Darkrob]

John carefully moves down the alley, ensuring he's not becoming a target. He makes his way to the arch and checks the ground for fresh markings. He's trying to determine if the target kept moving forward, moved into a side building or simply vanished at this spot, indicating a portal.

[*Midnight]

Minerva gives Norman directions and he gets the impression The Hive is not far and he may be able to make it there and back again if he is quick. Of course being clueless as he is nothing will quite prepare him for what a trip to The Hive entails.

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In Undersigil Praxis eyes travel to the bag if jink and the tiefling grins. The two tips of a forked tongue poke out from between her teeth.

"How much is this information worth to you surface man?"

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The tracks stop and it appears from his dogs behaviour that the scent does to. As far as John's rather considerable talent for tracking it is as if the Yuan ti just disappears. It would be reasonable to assume that he went through a portal.

[*Selebius]

Norman hurries off quickly, trying to remember the way and entering the Hive.

He has seen his share of slums during his training and he grew up in a place which was not exactly much better and he hopes his armour and weapon as well as holy symbol will keep the worst away.

Nevertheless he hurries to find the place he is looking for.

[*Darkrob]

John, satisfied that the trail would be impossible to follow from this point on, pets the dog affectionately and gives him a treat for a job well done. He then stows the rag carefully away (so as not to contaminate it should he require it again) and heads back to the courts. He waits word from the others while chatting with Freya should she still be working.

[*LiquidDreamer]

Thist leans forward a little and lowers his voice to keep the negotiation a little more private, "The information is worth I would say 200 jink. Not to mention my gratitude".

[*Midnight]

As he enters the hive Norman draws looks from more than one group of people. He finds the address he is looking for however. A house on the corner of two narrow winding lanes. He tries the door, it is locked and the windows seem to be closed.

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John's dog (//who really needs a name IMO) bites down the treat and wags his tail happily. Chicken, a chase and a treat today has been a good day. John arrives at he city court and obviously finds the other two have gone. Freya smiles as she seems him and reaches into her desk.

"Your friends left they asked me to give you this."

She hands him the note that Norman wrote out for him earlier should he read it it would tell john that Norman, and presumably, Thist will meet him in the Foul olde spirit in an hour.

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Far beneath the streets of Undersigil Praxis counts the jink and then she hands one hundred of it back to Thist.

"For this much I will tell you that Morgoth Iron is not distilled it is mined. It secretes that black stuff all on its own. For the other hundred I will tell you the smiths in your surface city who work it."

[*Selebius]

Norman is no burgler and he knows well that being too curious might alarm whoever dwells in there.
So he walks past the building but not without noting the door, the windows- and he also takes a closer look at the neighborhood.

He makes a small map to help him remembering later- a crude sketch of the surroundings.

Then he hurries back to the inn to meet the others keeping his head low and his step strong, trying to avoid too much attention from the locals.

[*Darkrob]

John is in no rush to go to the meeting spot now that he is back in the company of Freya. He stalls and trails out the conversation (maybe even to the point of getting her in trouble) but eventually he departs. He leaves word heÂ’d be interested in speaking with her again and sets up a time to meet should she agree.

Once his personal business was completed, he would return to the task at hand and head over to the meeting spot, Ben trotting beside him.

((It was mentioned in an earlier post, the dogÂ’s name is Ben.))

[*LiquidDreamer]

Thist hands over the hundred jink. "And the name of that smith?"