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Post by Jarovbees on Aug 12, 2019 22:16:02 GMT
Summers in Waterdeep were usually rather comfortable, a great excuse for citizens and visitors alike to congregate outside and enjoy the many amenities the City of Splendors had to offer. Festivals were in abundance, making the streets busier than at any other time of year. It tended to be a fine time for tourists, natives looking to cut loose for a while, and for pranks or drunken antics to flourish. Of course, pickpockets flourished as well, but oddly enough the predictable crime wave didn’t seem to be a significant deterrence. Perhaps it was considered an acceptable risk, for any complaints were usually eclipsed by those clamoring for even greater spectacles. However, sometimes the summer weather was considerably less pleasant. When warm winds from the south lingered, a heat wave lasting for days or even weeks was the unfortunate result. Unaccustomed to the heat, northerners avoided the most intense hours and outdoor activity in the city slowed to a crawl around that time. This was the current state of affairs for the past three days, with no sign of relief in sight. People found relief wherever they could, from the shade of an awning to a festhall to even preferring the cover provided by the sewers below. Some temples opened their doors to those in need of cool fresh water, and those not caring if the price was a sermon or such weren’t shy about taking the charity. It was during such circumstances that a trio of urchins approached Kieran’s training hall in the Dock Ward one late afternoon, hands and mouths a little sticky as they raced against time, trying to eat their popsicles before the frozen treats melted in the summer heat. Normally, they would have to concentrate on dodging carriages and foot traffic, but that was much less of an issue today. The only people outside were those visiting from the south and thus acclimated to the heat, or those who had no choice but to bear it. For whatever reason they had to be roaming around, the children did so as only a Waterdhavian urchin could manage, knowing exactly what alleys to take and which to avoid, and what avenues would afford them the greatest amount of shade. One of the two boys was a portly, dark-skinned human, his somewhat darker hair cut almost down to the roots. Despite the heat, he was wearing patched robes, a toy wand held in place by a frayed belt. The hand that wasn’t clutching the popsicle clung to a stuffed owlbear. By contrast, it was much cleaner and less worn than anything else the boy owned, a source of pride. The other boy was markedly more slender, with red skin a few shades darker than Warden’s, and other obvious signs of tiefling heritage. His left eye was covered with a black eyepatch and he sported a toy bow on his back, along with a quiver filled with toy arrows. He kept trying to make his frayed cape billow ‘dramatically’, but there was no breeze to oblige him, so he settled for snagging a stick and dragging it across every surface he could find. The final, and tallest, of the trio was a young human girl with unkempt dark hair that flowed freely and similar patched clothing. She had a wooden sword at her hip, stained in places but otherwise as functional as a toy sword could possibly be. Her dark eyes roamed the street with more care than her companions, and she set the pace for them all, always at the forefront. When they reached the door, she gestured for the tiefling boy to drop the stick, before knocking firmly.
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Post by sojourn on Sept 2, 2019 3:41:46 GMT
"T hrow 'em again." Kieran panted, sweaty and tired. His two remaining students—the two that hadn't cut out at dawn to find themselves some fun to be had in the summer streets, chasing parades and probably chasing full coin purses—were no less worn out by the half-drow's long and persistent training session. Perhaps he'd been too hard on them instead of himself, perhaps he was frustrated not by his students' lack of endurance but what he had come to see as his own lack of discipline. What they saw, in this moment, as punishment, was not meant for them. "Ugghhh." Whined one. "C'mon, Kieran. We've tossed enough." Groaned the other, picking up the wooden practice daggers while his younger companion picked up a few dull darts. Their master wiped his forehead with the back of his tattooed wrist, twisting his arm to rake fingers through pale hair that had fallen from the topknot he'd tied it all in. There was a bit of blood on his arms: nicks and bruises from deflecting missiles, evidence that he was attempting to train while also teaching his students. The two youths stared at him, expectant, and he sighed, narrow shoulders sagging, violet gaze sweeping over their faces, "Fine. Put away your weapons. Wash. An' y' may all go out for th' rest 'f th' afternoon. I know there'll be fireworks later an' n'one wants t' miss that, eh?" Kieran offered a smile, aware that most of who found their way into his care were children. The thought came with a sting of disappointment, however, for he also knew that there were far too many adults who didn't want to share his company, anyway. At least the young people who learned to read and had a safe place to sleep, who were fed and taught to defend themselves were grateful. At least a few of them who'd grown up alongside the half-drow weren't ashamed to call him friend. Unlike some people. Lost in his thoughts, he didn't hear the praise of his young charges, didn't see the smiles on their faces, didn't hear their gratitude as they rushed away as quickly as possible. Left to pick up the rest of the training hall himself, Kieran did so in sore silence, putting things away and tidying up the shop with the occasional violet-eyed gaze through dirty glass windows that made up the entire front room of the building he now called his own, home not only for himself but whoever else needed it as they found themselves there. He knew orphan life, but he didn't run his place like an orphanage. No one was in charge, and while he did have rules, they were based more on common sense and kindness than efficiency and proper upbringing. He just wanted to give what he'd never received—family—and while he wasn't entirely good at such things, Kieran did the best he could with his own two calloused hands. Once he was finished and about to go wash himself, the half-drow aware that he was alone, he heard the knock on his door. More than a few Dock Ward residents knew him, knew of him, and remembered the establishment of his Master, and so it was without hesitation that he made his way to open it. He'd done so without expectation, and so he stood for a moment in his threshold, taking in three young persons and their varied appearances. Kieran smiled, hardly presentable at this particular moment—scraped up and sweaty—and waggled calloused fingers at the trio of street children on his doorstep, "Y' lost? Y' want t' come in for some water an' a rest 'n th' shade? C'mon. Aren't y' quite th' group 'f adventurers, hmm?"
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Post by Jarovbees on Sept 2, 2019 14:05:11 GMT
The dark-haired girl peered up at him, her eyes following the movement of his lips rather than his eyes. She instantly shook her head in response to the question about them being lost, though hesitated at mention of water and shade. That gave the tiefling boy an opening, and as befitted his impulsive nature, he took it.
"Yeah, we're powerful adventurers! Or we're gonna be, once we get in some more practice. I'm the archer, Jenks is the wizard and Nat's our leader." He peered up at Kieran curiously, then tried to look past him into the training hall. "Yeah, can we get some water? It's crazy hot out here! I mean, it doesn't bother me 'cause I'm a tiefling, but my friends don't like the heat as much. Is this the training hall? Can you chop blocks of wood with your bare hands? Can you teach us to do that--"
Nat, looking annoyed, shoved her tiefling friend with her best 'shut up' glare, while Jenks stood aside and shook his head. He made sure to stand in Nat's field of vision, signing while he spoke aloud for her benefit. "Sorry about Squiddly, he's just curious. You're Kieran, right? We're not lost, we're on an important job." Nat nodded to that solemnly, signing for Jenks to translate. "Warden sent us. She wants you to meet her...and she said to give you this, that you knew what it meant."
Nat reached into her pocket and took out a red sash. It wasn't an unfamiliar sight. Warden, sometimes staying with Kieran when she had the time and opportunity, would receive a visitor with a red sash either on them or with them. That prompted her to disappear for hours or days at a time, often tired and disheveled when she returned. The exact details of her adventures went unstated, even when prompted, but eventually she admitted to doing some organized vigilante work. She said little more about it, but the arrival of the children couldn't make the invitation more clear.
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Post by sojourn on Sept 2, 2019 22:49:20 GMT
"W ater, yeah—it's—also yeah—I—uh—" The half-drow attempted to keep up with not one, not two, but three young people. He smirked at the tiefling, hooking a thumb over his shoulder and stepping from the doorway to invite them in, hearing a bit of laughter behind him before his students anticipated needs and made their way to the kitchens to fetch a pitcher of fresh-drawn water and a few chipped, old ceramic mugs. Kieran waved his hand around the large empty space, shrugging at the question, "Wood. Bones. Yes, I've broken both with m' bare hands. Been catchin' stuff thrown at me today, but I can teach any 'f you, sure. Y' jus' gotta like gettin' up an' listenin' t' instructions, 'cause I'm no easy teacher an'—oh." He smiled at the girl who clearly had more of a sense of direction. His violet gaze followed the motions of the girl's hands instead of staring at the boy while he translated, "That's me, yeah." He was grinning now, nodding his thanks at the sweaty human boy who was perhaps barely a handful of years older than these three when he brought them all water, serving the children without interrupting and offering one to the half-drow before disappearing back into the kitchen, "Ah, Warden. Well—"Eyes widened at the sash, curiosity creasing into his dark-skinned features. He was aware of the Red Sashes, not a stranger to them after a lifetime in Waterdeep, after a career in bounty hunting had him interacting with all sorts of folks on all sides of the street. He had contacts just about everywhere, and while his door was always open, Kieran also made sure his tiefling friend knew he always had her back, no questions asked. They both moved in similar circles, kept similar, dangerous habits, and tended to end up in plenty of trouble instead of simply stay out of it. Was it actually a formal invitation? It wasn't as though he hadn't casually mentioned his interest more than once, the idea of having something more organized behind him appealing after the death of his master had left him scrambling to take charge of a school and a support system for street kids like he'd once been, like they'd both once been. Gods, if it wasn't just a welcome distraction, either. He'd sulked long enough over things lost, and now he had the bruises to prove he should just move on with life anyway, "—uh—did she tell y' all where I should meet her, too?" Kieran gave them time to settle with their water, stretching and tugging back on a shirt after tucking the sash in the wide belt he already wore. He moved about the large training space, tucking away wooden weapons and retrieving his personal items: his shortsword, his rucksack, "Stay 's long 's y' like. Y' three 're welcome here whenever y' want, by th' way. There's always food, but if y' really want t' learn somethin', you've gotta earn your keep. Doesn't matter what th' hour, there's usually someone here if y' need help. Jus' may no' be me." The half-drow smirked, waving a hand toward the kitchens and quite sure someone would show them where to sleep if they ever showed up tired and alone, "Good adventurers gotta have safe places, after all. Now, I'm guessin' I'm supposed t' go somewhere sooner rather than later, eh?"
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Post by Jarovbees on Sept 3, 2019 1:31:08 GMT
Squiddly bolted inside the moment Kieran stepped aside, peering around at everything with unbridled interest. Nat and Jenks followed, and though the girl especially tried to keep a professional front, she couldn't help but sneak glances around here. Jenks stayed closer to Nat while his tiefling friend darted around the place, accepting the water with a sheepish smile. Nat drank hers quickly, as much to free her hands for signing as thirst.
"Wait, so if I threw a piece of wood at you, you could cut it half before it'd hit you? What're the most things anyone has thrown at you that you caught? Or the biggest thing? Or--oh, water. Thanks." The tiefling boy paused his rambling to take a cup while Nat and Jenks remained more or less focused on the job they were paid to do. Nat signed quickly, prompting Jenks to clear his throat as he watched her hands.
"She said to meet her at the Three Pearls Nightclub. Well, just outside it. If you don't know there that is, we can show you. We're professionals. We have to do a good job."
"She means we're hoping for a tip, so we can get more popsicles." Squiddly grinned, though his interest seemed genuinely piqued at the idea of staying to learn from Kieran. He sent a pleading look to his friends, who seemed to be no hurry to head back into the heat. "I can earn my keep! I'm fast and I can listen to instructions! Especially if we get to throw darts or punch things into smithereens."
Jenks just smiled and shrugged. "I'm still gonna be a wizard, but I can help around. If you need messengers, we're the best around. We know all the streets and just where to go to get there the fastest."
Nat seemed to consider the idea, but her signing referred to the job and the job only. "Yes, she was hoping you could be there within the hour."
"Is that the place that has animal acts? I heard they had a yeti and it bit off someone's head!" Squiddly nodded seriously. "...maybe I should go with him. You know, just in case."
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Post by sojourn on Sept 3, 2019 3:35:27 GMT
"I might jus' catch it an' throw 't back. Haven't tried choppin' things in half when thrown at me, but, hey, if y' wanna try sometime, I'm game." He was smiling more now, the curiosity of children such a relief compared to the complicated intricacies of being an adult in a world that cared very little about wonder as much as politics and practicality. His face might have ached a little, the lines in his chiseled, charcoal-skinned features etched by frowns and scowls rebelling against the warmth that stretched them into amusement— It wasn't as though Kieran didn't know how to be happy or have fun. It just was ... he just ... he wasn't good at it. Young, precocious troublemakers like these three struck at deep places beneath tattooed flesh and hardened exteriors, digging sharply at the soft places the half-drow tried so hard to protect. He watched them look around, drink their waters, make their personalities known in their body language and choices. Nightclub? A pale brow quirked in curiosity, calloused fingers suddenly restless over the red fabric visible at his hip. Kieran cleared his throat, unable to help but chuckle at the need for a tip, "Jus' popsicles, huh? Eh, I think I can help with that." He was digging for coins with a softer smile, "Y' show up an' there'll be darts thrown ... eventually. Patience be part 'f th' lessons, mind you." Tongue between his teeth in amusement, he made sure to spare a generous amount of copper, "Ooh, messengers. I may have some repeat business for all 'f you skilled professionals, yeah. I know where th' place is, so I'll let y' all off th' hook this time, but don't be strangers an' I'm sure I can keep y' as busy as y' like. I grew up here on th' Waterdeep streets jus' like you three, but I doubt y' could keep up with me jus' yet. Bit more practice first." He winked, passing the last of his coins to Squiddly as he questioned the location, "I've heard 'bout that yeti, actually," Kieran reached up to tie back his hair, shaking his head as soon as his fingers trailed away from the now-tamed white locks that gave away half of his heritage so obviously against the watered-down darkness of his skin, "an' well, I think I've got this one covered 'bout 's well 's I've covered at least a few more summer treats, eh?" Kieran knew where he was going—he knew just about every side street in the Dock Ward, every alley, every pot hole deep enough to fish in—and as ready as the children looked for adventure, the half-drow knew better. If Warden sent them to him, she wanted them to know they had somewhere safe to come to whenever they needed it; his tiefling friend wasn't sending him a party of seasoned warriors—just street kids trying to make their way. He knew how it was and hopefully they'd enjoy whatever he had on hand to give them—a laugh, a nap, a glass of cold water, a handful of coins. "I appreciate th'offer, though." He gave the boy a playful punch on the arm, hardened knuckles gentle instead of out to break any bones, "I'll make my way t' meet Warden an' make sure she knows nothin' 'f my tip." His tone was conspiratory and he waved to insist the children had free reign of his place before slipping away, out onto the hot summer streets. A crowd already milled past, some dressed for a festival or a social gathering, others languishing in the heat. The half-drow was swift on his feet, quick over cobblestones and quicker still ducking in alleys and finding all the right shortcuts, silent and easily blending into the shadows or a group of people as if he'd always belonged there, hidden from view in plain sight. The Waterdhavian urban sprawl was his favored terrain, and while he'd tasted the wilderness, he did not ever really enjoy it. Making his way toward the Three Pearls and keeping his violet gaze searching the bodies he slipped past for a glimpse of one familiar tiefling.
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Post by Jarovbees on Sept 3, 2019 18:33:20 GMT
Squiddly's eager grin told Kieran all he needed to know, that he would definitely ensure the half-drow's life would be filled with plenty of missile deflection in his near future. Even Jenks and Nat seemed intrigued, just the latter tried to keep up the 'professional' front to any degree. Kieran's obvious drow heritage meant nothing to them, not in the way that water and coppers and entertainment did. As Kieran passed the generous amount of coins to Squiddly, Nat's eyes widened and she signed quickly, prompting Jenks to perk up with a 'thanks'. Mention of repeat business brought smiles to all of their faces and they exchanged proud glances, definitely eager to take advantage of the offer. Customers weren't that hard to find, but nicer ones could be a bit scarce. Warden had directed them well.
The tiefling boy looked a little disappointed as Kieran turned him down, but only a little because they'd already gotten so much from this deal already. He chuckled at the playful punch, used to rougher play with his two companions. "Okay, but if you see any monster acts, you have to tell us! Don't leave out anything." Nat nodded solemnly as she caught on to Squiddly's signing, Jenks being the last one to wave as Kieran departed before the three started to speak and sign over each other. No doubt their speculation would continue for some time, and may or may not be more fanciful than what Kieran might actually find. Maybe.
The wall of heat that greeted Kieran outside was hardly pleasant, though at least the nightclub was in the same ward and Warden hadn't demanded he meet her across the city. Between his swift movements and knowledge of the streets, the time between would be further cut down to something even more reasonable, or almost so. Before long, the gaudy and eye-catching entrance of the nightclub was within his sights. Placed for commoners who had a windfall to spend or for lords who enjoyed 'slumming it' in the cheaper part of down, the Three Pearls nightclub reeked of wealth, if not sophistication. That served its purpose, though. People didn't visit for a high-class experience, they came to watch stand-up comics, bards singing off-color songs, trained animal acts, and exotic dancing, depending on the night. Almost every evening, crowds streamed up Pearl Alley to the Three Pearls and tonight was no different, some fancier-garbed than others but with a hand on their belt pouch or a bodyguard or two at their side. Wealthy wasn't a synonym for foolish. A boy at the door and further down the street shouted the advertised specials; tonight it was baked stirge on toast and roast manticore.
In the shadow of a nearby alley stood a familiar tiefling, who perked up and seemed relieved upon spotting him. She quickly and eagerly beckoned to him before slipping further into the alley, waiting for his footsteps to cross the threshold of it before daring to speak plainly about what she had summoned him for. A brief but genuine smile was flashed his way as the half-drow joined her, and Warden crossed her arms, leaning against the wall of the club. "Just the person I was hoping to see tonight. I hope the brats weren't too much trouble?" 'Brats' was said fondly, of course, the tiefling woman likewise seeing herself in them as she thought Kieran would.
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Post by sojourn on Sept 5, 2019 2:23:34 GMT
T he half-drow had been shoved adulthood far too early, and while he didn't entirely doubt that the three youngsters could look out for each other and themselves in a pinch, he also knew not a one of them was really quite ready for a potentially dangerous adventure. One day, he didn't doubt, but for now it was just as much Kieran's responsibility to keep them safe as it was to make sure they had enough spare change to keep them out of too much trouble for the rest of the afternoon. Thankful that he didn't share his full-blooded drow relations' weakness to the sun, he squinted in the heat to get his bearings and then quickly sought shelter in the crowds sweating and jostling their way through the Dock Ward in all the inglorious scents of summer. He moved with a speed and confidence, gracefully blending in with his familiar urban surroundings. Kieran wasn't one to frequent Pearl Alley, let alone really ever visit the Three Pearls. What spare income he scraped together through bounties or misadventures usually went back into his home, his training hall, and his housemates he sometimes affectionately called his own kids (but only out of their earshot). His violet gaze wandered over the faces and clothing of those around him, studying them, taking them in with their airs of sophistication and their coins to spend on whatever entertainment they could barely afford. Perhaps he caught a glimpse of a minor Lord or some snuck-from-home Lady, but if he knew their faces, the Waterdhavian native with far too many good connections kept his knowledge to himself. The half-drow noted the boy advertising for the Three Pearls and as he glanced past the child, he couldn't miss the familiar red-toned silhouette of his tiefling friend, Warden. With swift strides, he joined her in the shade, calloused fingers of one hand reaching up behind him to wipe sweat from the back of his neck, smirking at her. Tongue against the ring through his lip for a moment, he shrugged, "Nah. Y' know they were fine kids. Might end up sick on frozen treats 'cause I had too many coppers in m' pockets, but, eh, that's th' least trouble they can get in, right?"He chuckled, adding in a quieter tone, the empathy unmistakable to someone so familiar with who Kieran was, "They know they're welcome t' come back, too, but this—" He reached down to the hint of red that was visible tucked into the wide, thick cloth belt he wore beneath his unbuttoned shirt, "—was this a real invitation 'r jus' a delivery?"The half-drow glanced up, crossing his arms over the charcoal skin of his mostly bare chest, wrists still bound from practice, the tattoos along his left side dark and intricate. He teased Warden comfortably, but it was also his way of wondering what he was here for, "Took y' long enough."
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Post by Jarovbees on Sept 5, 2019 12:51:59 GMT
As befit all tieflings, Warden did not seem the least bit affected by the heat, even in heavy armor. At least she didn't rub it in with Kieran, though it's a sure bet that she was particularly smug around those who gave her a hard time for being a 'devilspawn'. Devilspawn she undeniably was but unlike some people, at least she wasn't risking heatstroke. She had so little reason to be proud of her heritage, so she'd take what she could get.
She chuckled, unsurprised that Kieran took to spoiling the trio. "Good, that ought to keep them from following you here." She was mildly worried that might happen -they seemed really interested in the animal acts- but in light of a relentless heat wave and the opportunity of a frozen reprieve, she was fairly certain what was going to win out. Kieran's offer further gratified her; she wasn't the least bit surprised, but it was good to have confirmation on that fact.
Her eyes fell to the red sash Kieran produced and she gave a firm nod, assuming a more focused demeanor almost immediately. "It's the real deal, promise. I've wanted to tag you in for a while, you know. Now that timing seems to be working for us instead of against us, I thought I'd ask and see what came of it. Especially since your talents will be a lot more useful than mine, in this instance."
She gestured toward the nightclub with her head, briefly. "The Three Pearls isn't an official Zhent clubhouse, but enough of them like to pay regular visits that it's a place the Red Sashes like to keep an eye on. One of them, Urstul Floxin, is our target. He's getting a bit big for his britches, thinks his people can get away with inter-gang scuffles with the Xanathar's Guild where civilians might get caught in the middle and no one will stop him. He needs a reminder that the Red Sashes are watching him. So, I need someone to discreetly place a red handkerchief in the pocket of said high-ranking Zhent. He'll know what it means, and that the next reminder won't be without a body count.
The issue is...well, look at me. I'm not the least bit stealthy, and weapons are banned past the cloakroom, so I'm already less effective than I'd like. You're much better at slipping past unnoticed, and you don't need to be armed to fuck them up, if things go south. Though I'm not aiming for it to come to that; this is one of those times where we want to avoid a fight, if at all possible. Get in, make that statement, get out. I've a friend inside who can loan an employee uniform, so you don't need to wear anything fancy to get inside. If anything, no one pays attention to servers anyway, so it'd be a perfect cover."
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Post by sojourn on Sept 7, 2019 4:11:34 GMT
"I definitely think I gave 'em enough coin t' keep 'em off our tail for hours." Kieran smiled knowingly, aware of her worries for the streetwise youngsters because they were surely touchingly similar to his own. Hopefully he'd made a decent enough first impression on the kids that they'd be back around for their own good, too, but it was so hard to tell with children without anywhere to call home. Warden's affirmation that she'd requested his company for a more formal reason warmed his well-carved features from a smile into a grin, though a pale eyebrow raised in curiosity at her following statement. Talents, huh? He followed the tiefling's horns to glance at the nightclub, listening while she spoke of the Three Pearls. If his expression faltered slightly at her mention of the Zhentarim, it was brief, taking in the names and the brief mention of various gang scuffles he wasn't unaware of that went on in places like this one. He blinked at her words, rubbing his chin, "Y' know I'm no thief. Quiet, careful, yeah, but I'm hardly charmin' an' I'm no' smooth." His calloused fingers dragged away from his chin to waggle in the air between himself and his friend, shrugging. He could move without being heard or seen for a short time, however, and so perhaps he could certainly make an attempt to be useful, but he was definitely no rogue. "Folks either notice me 'r they don't, sure, an' while I'm no' silver-tongued, perhaps we can avoid any bloodshed if we're careful." He realized that Warden would be giving up the most for the mission: checking her weapons, being viewed with suspicion, while, in a rare turn of fate, the half-drow would most likely hardly be of any concern. It wasn't as if his full-bloodied counterparts weren't known for their dealings with Xanthar's Guild and other criminal organizations, especially with Undercliff being part of Waterdeep itself. Kieran nodded, stretching and mulling over the plan with an unspoken awareness that he was blunt and honest, not one to deceive others as easily as he would like, "I don't need anythin' fancy t' keep m'self safe anyways, so it sounds like a plan. Y'gonna 'cause a scene once we're all set 'r what? While we don't wanna be 'n a fight, that doesn't mean y' can't accidentally start one should we need th' distraction." He offered his suggestion, already moving to slip the shortsword from his wide belt and offer it in Warden's direction for her to check in at the coat room. While he kept a few darts hidden on his person, he wasn't sure he'd need them. He'd just have to see how things went. "Alright, let's see how lightly we can get by."
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Post by Jarovbees on Sept 7, 2019 18:58:08 GMT
Warden shook her head, a wry smile on her lips as she gestured to her armor. "I hate to put this on you, but I would only drag you down if I were to try stealthing with you. There's no sense in embarking on a mission that's doomed to failure, is there? I'll head inside with you through the side entrance, but after that we'll have to split ways. You're right, causing a scene is the way to go and you know I can handle that easily enough. Combine a bunch of aggressive assholes and alcohol and it's stupidly easy to start a fight. If -no, when- I get kicked out, I'll meet you outside here...or if things really go south, then at the Hanged Man. I don't want to end up leading them back to the training hall, not with kids around."
Taking the offered shortsword, she tried to think of any last-minute advice before the mission truly began and they wouldn't have the luxury of a conversation. "There are three private boxes inside, capable of holding up to ten people at once if they really want to cram in. Our Zhent tends to enjoy flaunting his coin, so I wouldn't be too surprised if he picks one for the evening. It'll probably be harder to slip anything onto him without notice once he's already there, so you might want to catch him while he's still on the move. If that doesn't happen, I'm sure you'll think of something."
Kieran may not have charm on his side, but Warden trusted his reflexes, insight and ability to think on his feet. More and more she was certain that bringing him aboard was the right call, to compensate for what she herself was lacking. That and it was fun getting into trouble together, even though the stakes were higher than when they were children or in that cursed alley. She tried to think of anything else, but any other information seemed like unnecessary overload, and she wanted him to remember the important stuff. So, she beckoned him to follow her as she crossed the street and headed around the back of the Three Pearls. It didn't take her long to reach the back entrance and she did her best to ignore the stench from the nearby dumpster while knocking, quick but firm.
It took a moment, but the eye slot near the door slid open, revealing a pair of dark green eyes before the door itself opened a moment later to reveal a young human woman with bobbed blond hair and clean, mended clothing that was clearly a serving uniform. She glanced back behind her, then beckoned quickly to them both. "Inside, now."
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