In reply to Che Beethoven (msg # 17):

"Oh, Gordab, Anita, Leroy, Marcus, and Rosewood destroyed them.
There was much bloodshed, and the neighborhood is better for it.
I hear that their old base of operations is vacant for now.
I would feel more secure if any of that group were still around, but they have gone to Faerie,
or at least to Hyacynth's Hoofprints..."

Che smiled a grim smile and said, "I'm glad to hear that it's sorted for now.  Perhaps we as a community should consider what we should do to stop anything similar.  Do you know who owns their former base of operations.  Perhaps Maj and I could go an investigate? It's always good to have a community centre where people can get together and help out in a neighbourhood.  That's what I've oalways found anyway."

In reply to Che Beethoven (msg # 19):

"Problem has to do with the way the local bluecloaks are -they don't care.
Not about fey troubles, not about 'green' troubles.  There were near riots a month ago over
a goblin athlete courting an orc cheerer that nearly destroyed the artisnal (goblin) district.
The guard would not involve themselves in that, and nor would they help us.
Using the Rathskellar as something other than a base for the Purists might not be a bad idea."

Che considers for a while then says, "Then perhaps we should make it happen. Do you know who controls the Rathskeller and how we could get permission to take over?  If I knew who to talk to, I could maybe go and have a chat just as soon as Maj's gambeson is presentable.  Would you be in if we tried to set up some kind of community enterprise?"

In reply to Che Beethoven (msg # 21):

"The League of Outcasts would do well with such a meeting hall.  I do not know if the barkeep there was cowed by the purists or fully one of them, but they must be lacking in trade with the purists gone.  Let us go see, as they are but a few streets away."

Claria returns with the nearly dry arming garment; it still has some staining but is a shade lighter.

Che smiles and says, "Well there we go then. Looks like your stuff's cleaner then.  Would you like to come along and meet the landlord?"

In reply to Che Beethoven (msg # 24):

Maj pulls on the gambeson and buttons the frogs that secure it, and rebuckles his swordbelt over it.
He looks slightly less hungover, but very much a mess just the same.
"Let's go. If we have any luck they may have something to drink there."

With a nod to Madame Guarona, the two of you and Maddo head out of the former friary and a few blocks over.
This neighborhood, on the eastern edge of redlight, is fairly run down.
Tightly packed townhouses with tile rooves, many of which seem abandoned, crowd the cobbled streets and lean into each other.
The western portion of the district has a large orcish population, and this area borders on Little Shevnia, which has its own
policing and bureaucracy.

You find the Rathskellar partway down a cul de sac, where a few steps down lead into the basement level tavern.
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In reply to Maj Novak (msg # 25):

There look to be bloodstains on the steps, and there is a strong smell of woodsmoke.
The front door has a small window with its own door. finding it unlocked, Maj pulls the door open.

Within is a barrel vaulted cellar. There are several tables with benches, a long bar with barrels of wine and ale behind it, and a large fire place.

The partial outline of a door is drawn in charcoal on on wall, and there scrubbing it off the wall is a bearded man.

Che smiles his best smile, all full of warmth and empathy as if a warm spring day could be rolled up into a lifting of the corners of the mouth and a wrinkling of the skin around a pair of eyes. "Good day to you sir, my name is Che and these are my friends Maj and Maddo and we have a proposition for you if you're interested?"  With Maj and Maddo's presence, he didn't even need to ask whether or not Piers were a Purist himself. They'd know soon enough.
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In reply to Che Beethoven (msg # 27):

The barkeep stands up and wipes his hands on his thighs.

"And what manner of business are you proposing?"

Che smiles his best smile and in his mist authoritative voice he says, "After the recent trouble, it occurs to some of us that you might benefit from hiring your hall out to the League of Outcasts as a meeting hall.  We'd even encourage Maj here to visit regularly and I have to tell you, Maj has a prodigious thirst on him.... Permanently it seems."

The barkeep looks suspiciously at Maddo's hooves.
"Outcasts are they? It is true that business has been poor the last few days, but what mannery of miscreants call themselves outcasts?"

The demifey clasps his hands together.
"We were cast out by some of your previous customers, whom I fear may never be returning to partake of your hospitality ever again.
Together, we make music and would be pleased to find a place such as this to perform.  We would not ask you to restrict the clientele to our kind,
instead we should like to draw a variety of tavern goers to your fine establishment."

In reply to Maddo (msg # 31):

"Musicians, eh? That I wouldn't have to pay myself? That doesn't sound half bad."

Che expanded somewhat. "Musicians, dancers, clowns, Puppeteers and all sorts of entertainers and all using this place to hone their arts."

In reply to Che Beethoven (msg # 33):

The barman shudders."Clowns creep me out. Let those weirdos stay out by city limits!"

"Actually Che, I have to agree with him. Clowns are creepy. No clowns. Singers and dancers, yes, but no clowns."

Che smiled. "So we're agreed then? Musicians and dancers but no clowns?"

He offered Piers his hand to shake.

In reply to Che Beethoven (msg # 36):

"Customers, and free entertainment, and no clowns! I am Piers, by the way." he says, shaking your hand.

Che smiles and buys Maj a drink, then he buys another, less potent one for himself and asks Maddo would like. "And something for yourself, Piers. Pleased to meet you."

In reply to Che Beethoven (msg # 38):

"Oh, don't mind if I do. Ale or beer are fine I suppose, or the house vintage."

In reply to Che Beethoven (msg # 38):

glad to get a little of the hair of the dog that bit him into his system, Maj seems refreshed and alert, although he does manage to spill a little on his sleeve...

Che smiles, sipping his drink ready to move on when the libation is complete and to spread the good news to his fellow outcasts.

In reply to Che Beethoven (msg # 41):

Maj looks longingly at the keg behind the bar, but takes the hint and pushes back his stool to get up.
"Time to go. We will be back."

Maddo finishes his drink, and nods at the barkeep, and heads out with you.