In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 19):

Titus nods at Brennan and smiles back at the barkeep.

Thank you for your gracious hospitality.  I will allow you to get to tend to your business with Cyril here.

I'll be back before the dinnertime crowd. 

As Titus walks past Brennan he hears him muttering words that all... strangely... seem to rhyme with Rash.  He wanders off to do Titusy things.
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In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 20):

Cask and Flagon

If Ciryl agrees, the innkeep will gladly and shamelessly show off the rash on his backside.  It's nothing terribly threatening, and Ciryl is able to produce a simple ointment for it.

When he goes to collect things from his cart, Ciryl finds that it has been moved and is now parked beside a round stone building where the Master of Arms has his residence.  As promised, a man with an ugly axe protects it.

The Feather

Brennan locates the stables and is able to negotiate space for the horses for a penny.  Apparently they aren't as worried about Southern equine.

The Streets

Titus wanders out into DuckTown on his own business.

In reply to GM (msg # 21):

Titus grumps at the lack of anything in this damn town.

Ciryl looks at the barkeep's rash wherever he's willing to show it off, but upon seeing it his brows knit and he leans in for a closer look.  He prods around it experimentally and mumbles to himself, "Oh no.  Oh dear oh dear.  No sir," he mutters before standing up and looking at the man very seriously, "This is no mere rash, sir.  This is just the first stage of a very serious condition.  You're lucky I came around when I did, because I know the cure.  There is some bad news to go with that, I'm afraid.  The ointment you need, one of the ingredients is very rare, the bottle I have cost me a silver crown.  Now, I don't need it all, but the worth of the stuff is a bit more than one chip, if you want it in exchange for a single night's stay I'd be getting quite the raw deal.  Look given what I need..." Ciryl twiddles his fingers and stares into space, apparently counting in his head, "Five chips.  Discounting for the night, you give me four silver, and I'll give you the ointment, and I think I'm still coming out on the short end, but believe me, you need it.  I've never seen this disease in person, but the symptoms," Ciryl shudders emphatically, "First a rash, then scabs that give way to live rot," he trails off before seeming to come back to himself, "Please, I want you to have it, but you have to understand, this is business to me."

((8, 7, 6, 6, 6, 4, 3 & 2  3x6 bluff))
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In reply to Ciryl Fontaine (msg # 23):

Brennan secures the animals then walks about the town, looking for the more expensive portions and homes that might house distinguished people.
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In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 24):

The Cask and Flagon

The inkeep furrows thick brows.  The color drains from his face (apart from his cherry nose).

"I... yer sure?  I KNEW it wasn't jess from sittin on my arse, damned woman!"

He quickly puts together the money Ciryl asks for.

Out And About

Titus treads much more carefully.

Brennan continues to wander, soon finding himself in a cluster of houses built of heavy logs that are far larger and nicer than most.  Each has a family crest above it, indicating some degree of royalty.

In reply to GM (msg # 25):

Brennan smiles and browses the crests, curious.

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 26):

The longer Brennan browses the "nice house", the more stares he gets from large men with spears.

In reply to GM (msg # 27):

Brennan nods thoughtfully, then returns to the inn.

Ciryl nods gravely to the man, and accepting his coin makes his way as quickly as his three stepped gait will allow to his cart.  He pauses at the sight of the man with the axe once he relocates his cart, but after a curt nod he rummages around and puts together a treatment for the rash.  Before returning, however, he goes looking for Brennan, meeting him halfway back to the inn.  "Oy," he says, nudging his free hand into Brennan's chest with a loose fist which he keeps up until it's apparent he's holding something.  Once Brennan accepts he drops three silver coins into his hand, "For the night.  You might take up the innkeeper's advice in the morning too.  With the guildmaster that is, or mistress, I suppose.  Lady Rayne," he nods to punctuate the thought, "Whether she has work or not, she'd certainly be of interest to you."

In reply to Ciryl Fontaine (msg # 29):

Brennan looks down at this unexpected windfall incredulously, but dutifully adds the money to the party's purse.

"Thank you," he says. "I shall do just that."

He sighs wistfully.

"I don't recognize the various noble houses that populate this town, unfortunately. We won't have as much leverage as I'm used to. Perhaps Lady Rayne will change that."
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"Well if you hadn't caught on, they're not fans of southerners.  The guards at the gate were concerned of southern spies, so I'd err on the side of the north, if you expect to be courting nobles." Ciryl shrugs, clearly not interested in courting them himself.

In reply to Ciryl Fontaine (msg # 31):

At about this point Titus stalks up looking like a wet cat.

Fuck this town.

He mutters.

Hate this place.

In reply to Ciryl Fontaine (msg # 31):

"Not courting them, exactly. I just like to know what we're getting into. If this is a rebel town, we certainly don't want to linger long."

Brennan turns to Titus.

"What in the Dream's name is the matter now?"

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 33):

Everyone here is an asshole. 

He grumbles.

Usually if we got to a town early enough in order to drum up business for the show you put on a small kid friendly one, get them to go home and tell their parents.  So I'm out and these guys start not so subtly threatening me.  I can't get any information or news out of anyone...

and there is no shopping.

The last one is delivered as if he were directly transgressed personally.

Don't get your hopes up for getting a lot in tips.  Shit I may not even be able to get enough alcohol to get anyone drunk...
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In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 34):

"It's not a cheerful town," Brennan shrugs. "There are kidnappings afoot, remember? Solve that, and I wager there would be tips galore."

"It is late.  Shops were closing when I came in, and you had your little detour." Cyril observes as Titus complains, "And I suspect a lot of these people can smell the southern on you.  Might be they'd like you better if you were a little more Mun and a little less Min.  Bet they'd take to you with a shine if you acted the fool," he nods sagely.

In reply to Ciryl Fontaine (msg # 36):

Brennan nods.

"That, too. Come, let's get the night over with so we can move onto what I hope will be a productive and profitable tomorrow."

OOC: Brennan has nothing further for this evening.

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 37):

Wait kidnappings?  That makes a lot more sense.  Lets see if we can start plucking the threads of that story tonight...  Also this area would prefer more Min and less Mun than I currently even have displayed.  There will be no bawdy songs tonight.  Somber ballads and serious tales.

/ooc Titus had strode off when you were talking about it, so totally didn't hear you.
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In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 38):

Cask and Flagon

Horses and equipment secured, you return to the drinking establishment, where Ciryl ceremoniously applies his ungent (in a back room) thus "possibly saving the life" of the innkeep.  He gratefully pays the requested monies.

Titus is able to draw a small crowd.  When it comes to songs, and as long as you don't make any moves to be alone with their kids, they are happy enough to listen.

In reply to GM (msg # 39):

Brennan keeps an eye out for any well-to-dos (or for anyone seen in Keller's neck of the woods), but otherwise has little planned for the evening beyond making sure Deev and Bryce don't ring up too much of a tab.

Ciryl seems quite at home among the crowd at the inn once his final work of the day is done.  He drinks and eats and listens to Titus's music.  He makes some casual conversation where he can, asking for news of other travelers, sharing what he's seen abroad and mostly just enjoys the evening like any other.

In reply to Ciryl Fontaine (msg # 41):

Titus accepts every drink that is offered him and pretends to drink them, passing them off to Deev and Bryce at every opportunity.  During this time he works his crowd trying to pump them for information about current local events.  He turns the volume up on the gossip by alternately agreeing and adding to their story or by a suspicious flat denial of the story.

Over the course of the evening he plays the crowd intentionally whipping their emotions around, those who stay the whole night would call it a draining but rewarding experience.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 42):

The Cask and Flagon

The place is bustling by the time you return from your various missions and failed attempts.

Titus is the only performer, and thus has a good number of people surrounding him at all times.  The beer is good, or at least plentiful, and the food not half bad either.

This seems to be the go-to place for the working stiffs of DuckTown, and though it is busy and somewhat loud, nobody is interested in starting trouble or getting rowdy.

Between songs Titus speaks loudly with locals, asking them pointed questions about the stories and songs they wish to hear and slowly teasing out what information he can.


Ciryl finds a knot of local tradesmen to speak with (a carpenter and a weaver).  They mostly want to talk about the huge band that marched past DuckTown a few days past.  A group of Xander's cavalry leading what they said were captured spies and infiltrators.  The weaver notes that many of them looked far too young (or old) to be spies.

Brennan keeps his eyes peeled, and eventually is rewarded.  A man wearing a fine fur cloak and a golden chain stomps in.  Judging by the reverence people at the table he joins shows, he is likely someone of import in town.  He is a wide brute of a man, with a thick beard that blends seamlessly into his scraggly hair and even hairier neck.

Deev seems more at ease than he has been, the crowd and filthy streets of DuckTown likely more akin to what he is used to.

Bryce finds some friendly locals and teaches them to place a dice game.

In reply to GM (msg # 43):

Brennan works his way over toward the table where the cloaked man is seated, trying to get close enough to overhear at least bits and pieces of their conversation without being obvious about it.

He also pays special attention to any tattoos that might exist among the patrons, and listens for any word of Lord Garr's host or the Inquisition as well.