About Last Night.

About Last Night.

Postby Carnath-Emory » Mon Apr 03, 2006 3:40 am

Jirai would surely have found it beneficial to wander through the Bloated Boar last night. Oh, its reputation is noxious -- the only tavern in Myrkentown more notorious than the Broken Dagger, so they say -- and the ale's not much better. This is surely why it's been chosen, for it has grown difficult for a drow to move unaccosted through Myrkentown, for while they're feared, they're also disliked. Some few few brave (or foolish) souls have seen fit to act on that distaste -- or at least to seriously think about it. But in any case, if she spends a little time at the barcounter, the drow will discover a 'tender who's more forthcoming than eloquent, and about as appealing as any of the other fellows drinking there that night. Leaning a little closer than is comfortable, beery and decayed, he'll confide:

"It's in, love. Three hours short o'dawn, down a'the Godarts'. Ought t'be about th'eastmost shed by then, but don' y'mind. Y'll not rightly miss them. And 'll advise y'now as how y'don' need to be speakin' names, not t'them nor no others, y'see. No need in any case, for they'll rec'nise y'readily enough."

Back he'll rock on his heels then, folding meaty arms over a chest that's dwarfed by the gut beneath it. And with a lift of the brows, a smug leer: "I hear they're awfulfond o'yer type down in Heath."

It's as good a cue to leave as any.
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Postby Jirai » Mon Apr 03, 2006 5:15 am

A wonderful cue to leave the establishment whose noxious odors had been grating on the hooded woman's sensibilities - but not before a few coins changed hands, slipping from thinly gloved fingers into big, meaty ones. She did not take her time about leaving, for there was yet much to be done in the hours left.

She would do what needed to be done, carefully refusing to think about what it was she was doing. She had become quite skilled at such self deception. And, three hours before dawn, a woman and two small children would be at the Godart's farm, with plenty of shillings to smooth the way. She watched, to be sure that they departed with the caravan, then dissapeared into the pre-dawn chill.
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