En Route To Ribcage

[*Mander]

((Just a small reminder Mander:

Please keep bringing in NPCs of your own to a minimum and remember as NPCs they are under the game master's control.
Ganatog can issue commands to them but their actions are described the same way as the actions of hostile or neutral NPCs.

Also remember this mission will probably earn only about the 12k gold promised by Essal so the more people get involved the less cash overall- after all soldiers want to be payed. :P ))

////Right.

[*Krayt]

With Raenas maintained calm and reasonable demands Maebs agitation soon vanished.

"Cargo was lost in a raid. The owner of this wish it to be returned thus he hired us. The retrival of the goods lost is my only concern. How? This depends on whom have them." She walked over to the table on the opposite side of Raena setting her palms on it and leaned forward. "Howbiet I have no interesest of gaining a infameous repute in said Town. Care will be taken, preferd is fewer hearts that wails over many especially voices with power. If risk outwiegths the reward it has to be abandon. To speak plain if the goods be in the hands of too prominent figure in Ribcage it will remain there. What is lost is lost. Did this satisfy as a answer?"

Depending on Raena's wisdom she may sense that something important as to who was behind the raid was missing in her story.

[*Midnight]

Raena listens silently and intently and takes a moment to think before she answers. If she is aware she is not getting the full story she gives no sign.

"Both the offered payment and the answers given are acceptable."

She tears off a bit of table cloth and scribbles a clerks ward address on the back.

"You can find me here when you are ready. My name is Raena."

[*Krayt]

The corner of her lips rose slightly as her answer was found adequate. Not nearly qualifying as a third of a full smile but it was most unusal for her.

"That is beneficial to us."

She took the cloth and read it before she folded it and put it into her leaf shaped satchel.

"We will find you there, be prepared to leave soon. My name is alredy known to you is it not?"

[*Selebius]

(( three Pcs involved. Nice. As Ganatog already started : How many Npcs do you guys want to take with you? But remember noone works for free Npcs are not undrr player control and the people in Ribcage might react differently to a large group than a smaller one.... ))

[*Midnight]

Raena does not go straight home after she leaves the inn. She instead heads onto the prison. She goes to one of the Justicar's offices knocks on the door and waits.

[*Selebius]

"Enter."

The man looks up from his paperwork but it seems he is pleasently surprised by the interruption.
While he smiles as he recognizes the girl he keeps a certain businesslike distance- after all he is on duty.

"What do you need, Dias?"

[*Midnight]

She enters the office and stands to attention. Raena would to a casual observer like some kind of vagabond or urchin, her orderly demeanour a testament to the discipline the faction instils.

"I under take a mission to Ribcage Sir. To recover stolen property and bring justice to thieves. I know you once held some sway in that berg and anyone you could put me in touch with who knows the chant would help me."

[*Selebius]

The man nods, strokes a strand of red blonde hair out of his face. He wears grey and black clothes, his faction badge dented and used and a scythe hangs in the wall behind him- the weapon in a similar state than his badge- the blade notched and dark- a weapon that has claimed many lifes.

"Ribcage. I see."

Taking a new sheet of paper from a drawer he writes some names down and adds his seal to a lump of black wax showing a snarling wolf's head.

"Those two should be able to help you.

Nasalia Esran is a half fiend warrior turned diplomat. You will find her honest but a bit... difficult sometimes.

Nex is a cutthroat but careful to never do anything outside the local laws. Still expect him to not tell you the whole truth or try to twist the answers to your requests and questions in a way that suits him best. "

He gets up, offers the sheet to her.

"Anything else?"

[*Midnight]

She takes the sealed paper.

"No. Thank you sir."


Presuming he has nothing else to add she returns home and begins packing.