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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 4, 2020 20:23:21 GMT
She frowned. After everything that had happened she had been sure the women would be safe. "Do you think they are in danger? You know me, I love to help people in distress."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 4, 2020 20:39:51 GMT
Mel shook her head. “I wouldn’t know. Politicians are the monsters I prefer to avoid the most. Angry ones kill you legal-like and won’t many people with a voice miss little ole Mel.” She handed her an ale. “You didn’t hear it from me either. These rats come at you sideways, like rattlesnakes.”
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 4, 2020 20:47:33 GMT
"Politicians are bastards, worse than rats or snakes." Johanna spoke with vehemence. She took a swallow of ale and then raised it. "To the Drunken Rat and all who get sozzled in her."
She drank another mouthful. "No worries, Mel. I'll find out what I need to know, and help those poor women if I can. I'll help that poor widow first, though. Is the usual money changer still about? And the pawn shop? I've not been in this neighbourhood for months."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 4, 2020 21:52:19 GMT
Mel nodded. “Melchior is still breaking legs for delinquents so I’d go to him first. Estar is still paying coppers on the gold For items he knows he’ll keep. The usual.”
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 4, 2020 21:58:09 GMT
"Good to know," she said. "Thanks, Mel. I'll go sort some things out but I expect I'll be back for dinner."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2020 1:50:07 GMT
The server nodded and then went about her business. Joanna saw some new arrivals who looked like actual adventurers: two big burly swordsmen and a smaller man with two pistols and a belt full of daggers. They holler at Mel and she scurried over to them. Other than that it’s a pretty dull day at the Rat.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 5, 2020 8:25:53 GMT
Johanna smiled and went about her business. She had a lot of things to deal with.
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Post by Tehol Nookington on Sept 5, 2020 16:40:40 GMT
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After a night of twiddling his thumbs and visiting nameless taverns off screen, Tehol makes his way to the drunken rat in search of information.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2020 16:45:42 GMT
Tehol had come here a few times over the years, it was a fun place to drink and see people vomiting on their own shoes. Or, even better, others' shoes. He sees a bunch of people playing cards, some arguments about the supposed virtue of who he assumes are either servers or the peoples' sisters or wives. The clientele is considerably heavier armed than Tehol remembered being the norm, and Korabas is drawing a lot of stares.
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Post by Tehol Nookington on Sept 5, 2020 16:51:59 GMT
Tehol approaches the counter and taps down a coin as Korabas stares at at least 6 of the different people staring at him doing his ‘hissy snake thing.’ He looks over at the person behind the bar and waves them over, “I’ll take an ale, and some gossip if you have any.”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2020 17:07:58 GMT
The young woman who takes his order points to Korabas. "He has to stay outside, mister. No adventurer beasts in here. You have to stink like a proper person to drink here." She drew him an ale and then shrugged. "Well my boyfriend ran off with my stepsister two days ago, but I doubt that's the type o'gossip you're interested in hearing."
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Post by Tehol Nookington on Sept 5, 2020 21:32:51 GMT
Korabas hisses and slithers outside to find a spot where he wouldn’t be bothered, most likely on the roof or something, he does spend the time slithering outside to try and smell the area looking for any faint traces of the scent from the rag.
Tehol takes a sip of the ale, “Not quite, but if you are in the interest of making sure your step sister isn’t able to enjoy your boyfriend for much longer. Things could probably be arranged. I’m more interested in someone presumably coming back from the dead, or returning from a long trip, an old friend I used to know. She disappeared on me a couple months ago.”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2020 21:56:58 GMT
The woman nodded. “How much would you charge?” She asked. “Hypothetically.” She leaned in and nodded. “What’s your friend’s name?” She asked.
Korabas smells something somewhat familiar but it isn’t from the clothes. One of the rooms upstairs has a very faint odor of the perfume on the clothes earlier. It smelled to the hydra like stale vinegar. He had no idea what humans saw in it.
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Post by Tehol Nookington on Sept 5, 2020 23:53:20 GMT
Korabas makes attempts at climbing the building at his masters bidding to see if the room is currently occupied.
Tehol meanwhile with his mind half split between the hydra and himself attempts to seem engaged with the woman behind the bar. “Not sure I’d be able to charge a beautiful lady such as yourself, seeing the man who hurt you in pain would be payment enough. As for my friend, she went by the name of Johanna “
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 6, 2020 0:11:55 GMT
The woman nodded. "Johanna eh?" She arched an eyebrow at him. "I've heard of her. Place like this she's worth more'n gold. I might remember more for say...two gold coins." She shrugged. "Memory is a fickle thing."
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Korabas makes it to the window but he can't open it. Peeking in he doesn't see any evidence it's occupied but he sees the room has a bath and a bunch of clothing strewn about.
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