Isaac merely remains silent for now, trying to look friendly and helpful, hand resting peacefully on his swordhilt.

Xander lets them do their work, watching each person one by one. He leans against a column.

The keep scratches his dirty chin and holds a hand towards the cleric "Maybe I can help yer out but it'll cost more then your friend gave us.I can make a deal with yah. There be a package I want. You retrieve it and bring it back here in one piece, and I will help yah out. Oh an' one more thing eh?"

Leaning forwards, his eyes narrow "He ain' seen deadly."

Apparently, he hasn't met this group-Xander ponders.

As an aside to Xander, Isaac quietly says "Another distraction from our task? I suppose if we get it done quickly, it won't cost too many lives. I'm curious - if I checked for evil here, how many do you think would glow for me?" he adds with a grin.

Bucko shakes his head back and forth signaling what he knows is no...

"Bucko smart enough not to walk straight into ambush by bushwackers....Probably some person yous afraid to collect yer debt from."


Bucko gets up to leave....
"Yous help, you help, if nots helps, be seein yah!"

"I guess as long as you don't make it obvious, what could it hurt?" Brokk says to Isaac.

He looks back to the barkeep, "Where is it and who has it?"

Kisaiya frowned.  "Not enough.  Fair enough."  She put her other coins back in her pouch and stepped away.  A she did, she kept her glaive in her hand and looked each and every man in the place in the eye.  Her gaze was of strength.  Her Goddess taught love, but love usually was strong, and her eyes said she was not weak.  And if they dared, they would be sorry.

She moved to the door to wait the others.

"Bloody good for nothin' goblin. Geezus..." The orc watches as the group converse and after some time and the conversation is over, he motions for them to come over.

Xander is silent, still leaning against the column. Its hard to say if he will go with them. Plagues. Constructs. And now this? He just simply nods listening to them and when he sees the  orc goes over to them.

"So yah going to go eh? Trust me I can hear yah. So, I want you to get there to the docks see? The shipment was in transit an' the guards caught wind of it. Not sure what happened but I haven't seen the carrier so probably caught. Yah have to find a way to get the shipment and bring it back here. Oh and I know its weight, whats inside an' trust me yah don't want to open it. Do this an' get it back here yah'll get what yah want." The orc spits into a cup. And the other two just watch them intently "If yah see them they got tattoos on the right arms. Looks like this." He jots down what it looks like:

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Once the group leaves the bar, Isaac says "I didn't want to say anything inside that place, and certainly not with Mr. bat-ears-bartender in range, but if this shipment was siezed by the guards from some criminals attempting to break import laws, you'll have to count me out on retrieving it. Committing a crime to get information we should be able to get via other means is not something I'm willing to do. Also, the whole 'yah don't want to open it'" He mocks, " implies something far worse than just illegal arms or the like. Can we try a different tack to find out about the plague, instead, and let his carrier and hopefully him rot?"

Bucko shrugs....

"Not does nothing without knows what it is do."

Kisaiya looked a little uneasy. "I am not good with this, but if it leads us to the problem, My Goddess is all about truth, however it is taken.  So if we do this, and it leads us to the truth, what harm does it do?"

She flipped her hair back, showing she was willing to do whatever it took.

Shrugging, the Paladin answers, "I'm sure we'll find out, at some point. Okay, I'm game to at least see what this entails and make judgement at an appropriate time once we do. "

Bucko nods his head enthusiastically...
"We goes now?"

After the deal is made with the barkeep, Xander steps outside with the others and pulls up his hood. His cat sits on his shoulder as he leans on his staff "We should be weary. I noticed his tattoo-thieves guild. Maybe he was telling the truth but I doubt it. He just wants the package, I don't believe he cares how we get it. And I prefer we do it legal if possible."

Brokk decides to head back to the gear shop as he seems concerned about his boss. He bids the group farewell.

"Very well. Wary and alert, as well as suspicious and critical of this cargo. Shall we proceed apace?" Isaac shifts his new armour on his shoulders as he waits to continue.

"Let us go.  Watch careful, and realize that even a Goddess of Love knows that hate exists around the corner.  So do I.  Go careful, and if I die protecting you, so be careful."

She held her Glaive high, watching.

Bucko strokes the muzzle of his musket....
"Ifs we finds troubles we will blast it."

"Trying to have a conversation with you is like talking to my cat. You understand that right Bucko? We can tell you to not blast people but you probably won't listen hence a waste of time and frustration. And we'll end up getting mad at you Bucko. You don't want that right? So if one or all of us tell you not to blow someone up, listen please." The elf watches this strange goblin. Strange seeing as the two of them are getting along and not trying to kill eachother. His eyes narrow on the paladin, expecting him to leave just like the rogue but when he doesn't, Xander nods. He grips his staff "From the onversations with him, he mentioned to Docks."

"So let's head to the docks and see what's up." Isaac suggests. "We can make further plans from there." With that, he leads the group to the destination, open minded.

Bucko crosses his arms...

"Bucko blasts stupid bugs and robots, Buckos not blasted any peep-holes!...nots recently..."

He then shrugs...."No reasons bees mad at Bucko..."

"I've had more of a serious talk to my cat then you, Bucko. Do you think before you speak? Or find everyone else insulting? I simply stated what I have noticed and want to teach you but all you want to do is blast things." The wizard shakes his head and sighs "I do not want innocent people dead. You don't seem to care. It is a big issue. I did not state anything about bugs or constructs. You did good. Some people who we may have to deal with are going to be what you call peep-holes. Don't do anything unwise." He looks at the others and nods before looking down at the goblin "Sorry for my lack of tact, it has been a rough time. You are a good friend, Bucko."
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Bucko smiles...
"You says blasts it and I blasts it, you says not blast it I not blast it, Xander Bucko friends, Bucko trusts friends yous justs has to says."

"Cats ok, but nots tastes good."

"Forgiven in advance, friend Xander. Let's proceed to the docks and see the next stage of this done." Isaac says, waiting a few steps towards the docks.

With the group gathered up they make haste to the docks. No one luckly pays any attetion to them as they go through the slums. A young woman, probably human by appearance approaches them with a basketfull of flowers and offers some to the group, offering a silver piece for the flowers. Xander looks at her, tilting his head. He pulls out a single gold piece for 10 flowers of various designs and she looks at him wide-eyed but she gives him the flowers. He takes them, holding them half-hazardly. Hard to tell why he wanted them. He nods and looks at the others. Not a word was spoken.
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Once they are past the flower-seller, Isaac asks "Is that purchase somehow significant, wizard? Should we have bought some as well?"

"Innocents beauties are too delicates for the world the ways it is."

Bucko shakes his head sadly