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Tap Tap did not wait, he stepped forward until he was nearly to the line. Steeljack, noticed Tap and beckoned him. "S-S-Steeljack, I-I-I would like you to m-m-eet a f-f-friend. Tremor Enkau Valevine has a qu-qu-estion for you."

Steeljack Steeljack's alien gaze turned from Tap to regard the halfling. "But of course! Join me--" it indicated the spots adjacent to its large frame. "--and I would be happy to help you as much as I can. But these people are hungry, and I pledged my service here."

Tap Tap stepped between the tables to take up his station: some kind of thin green bean fried with herbs. "Bean? Green?" he said to the next in line.

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Steeljack Steeljack stood, towering over the halfling. Tremor could imagine the warforged striding across a battlefield in Khorvaire his resonant artificial voice shouting out commands and his mighty arms laying low any who stood across his purposes. "And with you, Tremor Enkau Valevine, 'Mop Hand'. Tap knows a great many things. I hope that it finds satisfaction in being of use. If you are not prepared for the upcoming event I feel certain that you shall be soon.  I believe I will bring Cord to the Tap Room gala." He indicated a warforged which was engaged in a human-seeming embrace with Tap at the food line. 'Cord' was formed in a more feminine shape; but the hug looked all the more bizarre for its apparent humanity. Cord patted Tap's head, gently and released its embrace. Cord took Tap's position at the table, serving food to the hungry. "Do not apologize. I consider any time spent to be an investment; never a waste. I share your interest in the 'Unusual' and I should like to hear what you have found, when you are at greater leisure to speak. I will leave word at the Watch House gate that you shall be directed to me where ever I am. Feel free."

Tap knew the way to the Brelish consulate. It led the way to Cross. Tremors' questions about allergies and preferences were answered satisfactorily. Tremor marveled that one of the guests had an allergic reaction to fish, which would cut down on Aeron Chambers' dinner selection. Tap went on to explain that the Sorcerer Supreme of the Dragoons rarely ate in public. The preferential differences were minimized by supplying a variety of appetizer dishes at different ends of the Taproom and then relying on the prestige of the event to squash any minor complaint. As they approached the Consulate in Cross, they passed one of the many entrances to the Rubble Warren. Tremor heard children playing hide-and-seek in the rubble and ruin, but did not see any of them. He smelled the famous honeycakes of the Beehive Pastries, and saw the clamor of the marketplace passed the consulate. That building was a stately affair, stubbornly Brelish in looks, though constructed of local materials. A floating chunk of building had been painted with the arms of the Brelish crown and tethered to the building by two heavy chains.

Tap "There is a tradition that the performers at the Taproom audition for the organizer. Stormlord Lassite has not personally attended one of these audition in years, and Garreg... is not welcome at the consulate. He did not show decorum, and seemed to expect a different kind of audition. The Lady will have some preference as to her accompaniment, so we will find out from here who she wishes us to book for the event. That is why I brought you here. You are expected to hear and approve of the singer. She will tell us who and where her chosen musicians are. Lady Rusila ir’Clarn uses these engagements as favors; pushing business to the musicians she feels needs the work or exposure. Many important guests attend, and the musicians can expect further bookings to appear at parties of those who wish to imitate a Stormlord. There are honeycakes sold at the shop on the corner nearby the consulate. Apparently, the Lady finds them quite delicious. If we have some in our possession, it might help influence her mood, and thus, smooth your audience. I can carry them for you if you do not wish to seem ... subservient. The Consulate is here. The Lady is within."

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Tap Tap explained that the Taproom parties were known by the suppliers; and that the Lassite credit was good wherever they would go in town. "That said, Garreg would prefer that we not use all of the funds budgeted to the event, so as to better line his own pockets." They were able to procure two-dozen fresh, hot cakes, each about the size of a fist. The honeyed aroma wafted around them, and Tremor, despite himself, ate one more cake than even he thought he would. The boxes were therefore not as much of a burden as planned.

The baker made a show of affront when the halfling asked about other pastries. "Honey cakes is what we have, and honey cakes is what we sell. If you need any of that Zil fanciness, then you are out of luck. Here, these are hot." the baker asserted, handing over some that were fresh out of the ovens. Tap held the packages with practiced ease, and, in fact, took more than half of the boxes to hold. When Tremor said "Brevet Quartermaster," Tap looked at Tremor, but said nothing.

Lady Rusila ir’Clarn A tall, thin butler dressed in stiff Brelish lace welcomed them in, and guided them to the music room, then asked if they required any refreshment. Lady ir'Clarn opened the doors herself and entered shortly after. She dressed in high Brelish fashion, with only a few concessions to the heat and humidity of the city. Here inside the consulate, Tremor could almost imagine that he was back in one of Sharn's mighty towers. The trilling of some exotic bird outside gave the lie to that thought. "I am so pleased to meet you, Ser Valevine, And I'm glad that Molou's is doing well enough to warrant a Brevet Quartermaster. That bodes very well, I should think. And you've been offered drink? Good. And hello, Tap. It is good to see they let you out now and again." She smelled the cakes and smiled warmly. "Are you here to listen to my audition, or are you here to bribe me with honey? Whichever it is, you have my full attention."

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