Day One: Arrival

[SixthDeclension]

Those of you that follow the dwarf see that he leads you to the busiest place you can see. It is a beaten down multistory building, with a giant red and green sign above the doorway. "The Trippy Plant" it reads. Come on! There are things I want to tell ye! He barges through the door and you can hear him yell Barkeep, give me a rond...I need me ale... When you follow him in, you see he has cleared a table and beckons you to sit in front of pints of liquid.

[Stratovarius]

Chrefydd stomps into the room, sitting down at the spot on the table farthest from the dwarf. He rests the axe across his lap, slowly polishing it with a smoothing stone.

[Straw_Man]

Vorgon finds the stoutest stool at the table and awkwardly settles his bulk on it while casually keeping an eye on the entrances and exits in the room.

"Uhmm ... ale ... Allow me to cover this round" he eventually says to the dwarf.

[TheWordSlinger]

Roy's eyes scan the tavern, Well, the saying goes they're the best places for information, but I would prefer a library. Roy sits at the table equidistant between Zren and Chrefydd and picks up his pint of 'ale.' As he stares into the murky contents of his mug, he speaks to the deformed dwarf, Of course, we're glad for any information you can give us, Zren. But why did you decide to tell us? You don't know us from Adam, and you pick us up off the street and drag us into this...'inn' without waiting for introductions. I hope you'll forgive my suspicions, but what gives?
Then he tilts back his head and drains the entire mug of ale, Thank'ee Vorgon

[Akula]

Irina sits at the table with no small relief. She sips the brew politely but only drinks a little. I must say that Roy has voiced my concerns as well. It seems strange that you should develop such an interest in us from the moment you saw us walk in the gate. What are you playing for?

[Straw_Man]

His drink continues to be ignored, but Vorgon is obviously getting restless.

"And .... my companions are not the," looks at Chrefydd and Attila, "... easiest to get to know." Rumbling deep in his throat to think, "So you need something ... perhaps?"

[SixthDeclension]

I do no' think it is me that needs anythin', methinks that it is ye that needs sometin'. And i ceen benefit from the sometin'. I know sum peepl that know some peeple. Ye look like the types who get down to business. I like that in peeple. Maybe we shud wurk sumtin' out? Ye hold my bag o' holdin an' I hold yers? The dwarf is surprisingly civil, considering all you have said about him.

[Akula]

Well I think we can come to an arangement, perhaps some details as to just what you want us to 'hold'?

[Straw_Man]

Err, I don't have those type of needs anymore ..."

[AlisAtAn]

Shut yer trap if you like your past the way it is. It can always change to the worse. Just you see. Stupid bitch.

[mace_of_sauron]

I do not trust this dwarf. Why would he take strangers off of the street. Furthermore he has for to good hearing and is too tolerant to insult. He is hiding something and I suggest he take more drastic means in figring out what it is.
[spoiler]Just to clarify Orange is ignan, I'd rather have the dwarf not here this.[/spoiler]

[Ieniemienie]

This is a strange dwarf indeed. Keep your eyes open for any dark and mysterious figures, besides us of course. This might be a trap! For now lets play along and hear him out

We are always interested in business, but the question is what kind of business and how much will this business profit us? how exactly will this business profit you?

[Stratovarius]

[spoiler]We've been using red as ignan and orange as infernal, at least I have.[/spoiler]

[TheWordSlinger]

Roy remains silent, gazing into the empty bottom of his tankard, What does this Dwarf want?
You've wasted a good deal of my time already, Dwarf. And my time is very precious. I would hate to have to extract the value of that time from you, so ye best hurry up and tell us what you want us to do. If we find it a favorable bargain, we shall take it. If not... At this Roy produces one of his knives and begins idly cleaning his nails with it.

[SixthDeclension]

Ah, I understand. I am sorry for not givin' an explanashun. Ye know this city was built on the side of this heer mountain. But a path to thee center of the mountain was blocked when the fancy northernerers came in...ther are a few dwarf relics in there, I have been told, and I have a certin intrest in preservin them, ye see? It wers a holy site, so there may be more then just them. Ye look like the type that would enjoy such a venture. So, me laddies, what say ye? Ye can keep anything extra ye find. There is also a little gold in it fer ye. He pulls out a small pouch and you here it jingle.

[AlisAtAn]

We would need 50% of the purse up front. For equipment, see. And information gathering. Oh, and you are not coming with us. So dont bother asking. I dont sleep well with strangers poking around. ...Sooo, how much gold are we talking? I assume you pay per head.

[Akula]

I'm sure that we can help recover some relics for you. Irina smiles at the dwarf then quickly drops it from her face as she turns to the party.I doubt that this man is the proper keeper for whatever it is we are going to get. I wouldn't even be convinced that these are dwarven artifacts. We need more information.

[Stratovarius]

Chrefydd growls. Take the information from him then. He knows more than he speaks, and I, for one, do not wish to meet his blighted cousins under the earth. I'm sure there are those among us who can... extract the information.

[Straw_Man]

"We should have him followed. Tomorrow I could use the ways of the Biyan to find out what he hides ... and there will be less unpleasantries to cover up. We should attempt to keep our names as clean of suspicion as to not hinder our quest".

[Akula]

For the sake of prudence, I think we should do it.