Café de Nuit

"Yes this fog is bad . Hey that Ironheart fellow was a crazy one ."Threan says on hearing that IH is dead . Thinking to himself:That guy was evil too . At least that's what my brother detected from him while we were searching for the kids .

Rask says-

''If you are going to escort these men to the King's Tower- then I am coming with you.''

"We need to question the prisoners about why Breana went Kings Tower as it may prove relevant to are current situation . "Saying this to Capt. Rask and Purple Dragon Officer .

Archeveult nods-

''Well, we must collect the dead, so a short delay is inescapable. And who knows, perhaps my men will net the fugitives in the meantime?''

With that, the knight's party escorts the prisoners towards the wagon where Ironheart had been interrogating the Myrkulites...

VAN wrote:"Better go to the 2nd floor, I have been here earlier and despite you did an amazing disguise job I don't want to risk any maid to see through it. We will get a table, order our drinks and meal and discuss about anything except of our situation. We don't know who might be at the next table."

Blaise walks up to the second floor with Ino and, after securing a table, he orders a hearty breakfast and -- if they have it -- coffee. "Been so busy that last day that I can't remember when I last ate," he says to Ino in a low voice. "Now's as good a time as any for breakfast. I'm curious, though... I wonder if any word of the events from last night have made their way over here."

He talks of inconsequential matters with Ino -- the weather, tales of famous bards, a made-up account of a shambling mound encountered in Chondalwood -- all the while listening to the conversations around him, trying to pick up stray rumors or news.

Shana slips through thr fog/shrouded streets, and after a few minutes the invisibility fades. But it reveals a blonde half elf, with blue eyes, several inches shorter than Shana and with the fine features of her elven blood. She heads on through the streets, walking confidently and with no hint of concealment, heading for the docks.

Ken of Ghastria wrote:

VAN wrote:"Better go to the 2nd floor, I have been here earlier and despite you did an amazing disguise job I don't want to risk any maid to see through it. We will get a table, order our drinks and meal and discuss about anything except of our situation. We don't know who might be at the next table."

Blaise walks up to the second floor with Ino and, after securing a table, he orders a hearty breakfast and -- if they have it -- coffee. "Been so busy that last day that I can't remember when I last ate," he says to Ino in a low voice. "Now's as good a time as any for breakfast. I'm curious, though... I wonder if any word of the events from last night have made their way over here."

He talks of inconsequential matters with Ino -- the weather, tales of famous bards, a made-up account of a shambling mound encountered in Chondalwood -- all the while listening to the conversations around him, trying to pick up stray rumors or news.

The talk in the Drowning Flagon runs the gamut:
the weather, the fires last night, Morningmist Hall being burglarized and then attacked, the arrival today or maybe tomorrow of the royal party, the price of cardamom rising, a glut of cotton bales on the Inner Sea markets, recent pirate activity in the Fallen Stars, etc,etc.

The blonde half elf reaches the docks and threads her way through the crowd, eventually arriving at a particular warehouse. There she stops, leans casually against a wall, and waits. And waits... and waits... and waits. After a time she begins to grow restless, looking anxiously around, and muttering to herself.

"What's happened? they teleported out okay. Damnit I'm so hungry I could eat a horse. I swear, if that waster has stopped off for breakfast and left me hanging here I'll throw him in the harbour!"

at the docks-


The 'half-elf' waits....
After a little while, she is approached by two boys in tarry breeks and blue-gray jackets.
One of them, a handsome young blond boy of fourteen or fifteen years, says to her-

'''Escuse us, mem, but do you know where we might find the famous temple of Lathander we've heard so much about? We are fresh aport, and the older men have all gone to the...uh...well...they've gone to drink.''

His accent doesn't sound local.

After they're done with their meal, Blaise places some bread and other easy-portable foodstuffs in his pocket. "Shana may be hungry," he says softly to Ino. "Mmmm, this coffee is delicious... it's too bad there's no easy way to carry it out of here and keep it warm. You know, that's a spell you should try to develop! You could make a good deal of money that way. Speaking of which...."

He leaves payment with the serving maid, then says to Ino, "Ready? We need to get moving again."

Shana smiles pleasantly the lad
"Morningmist Hall? oh, its [directions]. But I'm not sure you'll find it open. word is there's been a fire there..."

kintire wrote:Shana smiles pleasantly the lad
"Morningmist Hall? oh, its [directions]. But I'm not sure you'll find it open. word is there's been a fire there..."

The blond boy replies-

''Thank you kindly, mem. A fire, though? Well, I hope that the temple is open, and that none were hurt in the fire. Lathander preserve them all! ''

To his partner, a younger, skinnier lad with mousy-brown hair-

''Come on, Liam, let's get a move on! The captain said that all hands must be aboard ship before nightfall. ''

Inovidil orders a good breakfast and coffee as well. As discussing with Blaise she is alert of the discussions and the people who enter and leave.

"Good idea to get some food for Shana, as about the spell well...I'll think about it! Lets go now."

They both exits the inn and head to the docs to the place they have said to Shana.

Breana looks at the man in front of her as they eat breakfast. "So yer saying she lives in the kings tower? And her undead daughter is the benficiary of her inheritance. Hmmm? So you wouldn't be averse to
getting most of that gold would you, if say Nell dies, you naughty man!"

Breana runs her unbooted toe up and down Ildool's leg before continuing. "I can make that happen," she says in a husky voice.
''As for Nell let us say she died of a bad heart, hmmm? HAHAHAAHH!"

"Say a certain cleric could become her legal guardian, then you'd have the inheritance. Do we have a deal?" Her toe moves up and down the other leg and she smiles at him.

Lord Ildool thinks about the proposal [both proposals, in fact...] before replying.

''I think I'll have that audience with Nell Wynnet now. Would you mind sitting in? ''

She grins. "Id love to. But just us three, right?"