"I would assume someone of your stature would want to help people in need. She was selling, so I bought them. Relatively simple. And the name is Xander. I would have through after all these years you would have learned that -paladin-." The words he spoke seeemed harsh. He gently places the flowers into his backpack trying to prevent them from being crushed but he had a idea-place them in the iron pot and close it. After doing as such, he straps it to his backpack. His eyes turn towards the goblin "I have seen in the past female warriors. They are not delicate. And you have met Pike. Not delicate. And of course Kisaiya."

As the group travels to the dock, they are able to get there in good timing leaving the slums behind them bot not too far. They can make the slums out and its a bit shady but with other people around working on several areas it seems to be a bit safe. Its still a brilliant sight seeing the flying ships move to and from the airship dock. They don't see any immiediate guards at the moment nor a shipment under guard.

"We should of course find the shipment and return it. But we do know of something happening beforehand? Not sure what. Could investigate it as well." Xander speaks out.

Bucko shrugs at Xander and looks at the airships...

He has heard stories of cannons and would very much like to see one of the ships up close, he pats his foot, considering the waterfall turning the wheel...


He points at the wheel...
"Fishermans says the lake has a magic gate at the bottom, water goes out the lake, and comes out another gate in the high places, makes the water fall.  It might be true story, swam down looksee but never founds it."

"While it may be a bit bold of me to do so, I'm inclined to ask directly at the guard/customs office about the siezed shipment. At best they could direct us and give us the information we lack, at worst they say no. What do you all think?" Isaac asks, checking his attire and general tidiness to make a good impression.

Kisaiya's eyes were wide with wonder at the ship.  She had said little up to this point, but she was amazed by the ship.  She leaned on her glaive and simply stared, like a little girl seeing something amazing for the first time.

"Isaac, I think that is a great idea.  Anything to get... closer."

OOC: Yes, I am back.  Thank you for still being here for me.

The wizard ponders a moment and finally speaks "You feel it is wise to tell them we are looking for the shipment, unsure if we can trust them? I don't feel it is wise to put us into the crosshairs. We should investigate further. Also, not all guards are to be of their word. Some are against what the guards stand for. Corruption is around us. And I don't believe they have to listen to you, Isaac. You hold sway within the confines of Sarenrae, same as Pike but will that be enough? Same as you Kisaiya. Not all will back you because of your faith." Xander taps his staff against the ground, his cat upon his shoulders "We also don't know who this carrier is or if he or she was caught. It could bring the crosshairs of the guards upon us."

Kisaiya frowned a moment.  She thought, clearly, that everyone liked her.  But yes, her 'goodness' might be a bad thing.  In her mind, she figured that of course, I user of magic might think that.  She never thought of her spells as magical, just as a gift.

"Well, someone has to speak.  I can go with anyone, leaving the glaive, and just be eye candy.  And can act the innocent, and even ask the stupid questions that we shouldn't ask, such as about the shipment.  Whoever is with me can shut me up, and yet, we might get an answer."  She shrugged.  "I just want to get closer. What a pretty ship!"

The cleric was clearly easy selling herself.  She almost seemed she wanted to see the ship more than anything else.  But her argument sounded as if she thought it out.

Bucko shrugs at the others....
"Is this place where someone who has a bills of sale can goes and receives the thing they bought.  Wes should talks to person who finds shipsments fors us."

Bucko had heard stories of how boxes and customers were matched together, it reminded him of the library and their books....so he blurts out..
"Finds this places librarieans!"

"As you wish, Bucko." He says, a little disappointed at not being able to just be straight. "Either way, let's make progress. Shall we head there, now?" Isaac says, looking towards a possible customs agent.

Bucko looks back and forth at his compatriots trying to decide who is the best to approach the person they meet at the docks....Xander knows how to talk smart, Kisailya is nice, and Isaac is respected...Bucko is confused...

"Whos speaks to them for us?"

Kisaiya took a deep breath, handing her glaive to someone.  "Let it be me.  I am a woman.  A comely women, Goddess be blessed.  Even in armor with weapons, I am less a threat.  And if they know my Goddess, they know I embrace love over hate.  If the worst happens, then you still have Isaac to fight.  And you, my friend, have a great weapon.  Use it if you must."  She smiled.  "As I said, I can ask any question.  You can always step up and call me a silly girl, and ask a different one.  So follow me, and let me lead.  My Goddess will protect me."

As she was speaking, she made adjustments to her armor, letting a little more show, pulling her hair down around her shoulders, letting her holy symbol show on her chest.  "After all, I have ways..."
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"I can see the advantage of your being our spokes person," Isaac says amicably, "The less likelihood of conflict, the better." He then cleans off his own borrowed armour, wanting to make a good impression as her guard. "Shall we go?"

As much as Xander wanted to retort, he doesn't say a word. Even after he insisted to not go to the guards, they seem to be going to someone in charge who is probably protected by said guards. The group ventures out into the docks, several dock workers move things on and off several ships. No one pay then any attention. They look around, Xander tapping his staff against the ground. After checking out 'the bottom' area they go to the 'second floor'. Nothing but warehouses. 'Third floor' There's some other warehouses no one went into and probably locked but they do see a office 'Farl Glim, Dock Maintencen'.

Bucko points to the sign and works to read it....he gets the name and says out loud..

"A dwarf maybes, dwarves nots likes goblins much."

Bucko sorts out the first word referring to something on the place he fishes, and the boats here makes sense, the last word however is just a long word that makes no sense to him....

"Seems proper."

The paladin responds to Bucko, "Hopefully this one isn't wrongfully prejudiced, my friend. Let's play our parts and see how it goes."
Isaac proceeds Kisaiya to the office door, courteously opening it with a slight bow visible to anyone within the office. "Here we are, Holy one." He says moderately loud.
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Kisaiya stepped in, her hips swaying, tossing her head so her long hair flew over her shoulders.  She had pinched her cheeks to give a blush and wetted her lips.  She looked around, smiling, her eyes taking in everything.  She went to the nearest desk or table, looking for the best-dressed one here.

"Good day.  I am seeking the one named Farl Glim.  Is the gentleman present?"

With the others left outside but the door is opened, Kis walks in. Inside the room is a single desk littered with papers. Some are in the out box, others are in the in one but some lie on the desk. Peaking up from the pile is a young halfling with broad classes. It looks up and tilts his head "Yes? I'm rather busy. Busy busy busy. Yes I am Farl Glim, head of well this place. Speak up, don't got all day."

Two guards stands on either side of the door, looking like they are probably human. Chain shirts, longswords and what looks like small revolvers. They watch the cleric walk in and if anyone else tries to enter they bar the door "Only one enters." If the cleric enters with a visible weapon, it is asked to be place by the door.

Outside, nothing really happens. A few aerial ships moves off, some move in. Obviously rather busy.

Kisaiya pauses at the door, the smile still on her face.  She shrugs, then takes off her sword, then her bow, then two daggers.  She doesn't bother with the dagger they cannot see.

"One little girl comes in and you and your men are afraid of little me?"  She giggles. "Oh well, rules are rules, I suppose.  The Goddess doesn't care."

She brushes her hair back coquetishly.  "So, there is this package that was shipped by the usual channels, then siezed for no reason.  No explanation, no nothing.  Now, I know if I shipped a package and it was taken for no reason, I would be most vexed."

She reaches in her bodice for a copy of the note with the information on it.  "So, here are the specifications.  Being a man of means, I am sure you can find out what happened?  There will be many... blessings... on you for taking care of this."

That last line was practically dripping with suggestion as she said it, licking her lips.

Isaac stands a post outside the door, much like an outside guard, trying to listen in on the interior. Just in case something goes wrong, he wants to be ready to make an entrance.

"They can easily kill you and then what would you deity do? You would easily be thrown off the docks to never be seen again. And now you want a package after. If it was taken, then I would know about it but what proof do you have that it is yours?" The halfling leans back and crosses his arms "Your right I am a man of many means but I have a job and I don't want to lose it. What type of usual channels was it shipped? Several different ships. Pioneer? Quicklift? Seafarer?" He leans forwards and takes the specifiation. Of course he grabs his glasses and examines it "I've seen many crates, all within this specificatons. Today or was it last night? Not sure, not sure at all." He puts one hand out as if waiting <green<"Your new to the docks am I correct? I do not see such a beautiful woman like yourself."</green>
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Her smile did not falter, nor her mischievious manner.  But her eyes hardened a little.  "Good Sir, I promise.  Anyone wanting to throw me over the dock would find that I am not in need of weapons.  I am blessed," she stated, stretching out the word so it was 'bless-ed.'  "My death, though would not just be me, but would inspire my followers, and the followers of any good religion.  And the figures Polotic who follow that.  Do you truly wish to create a martyr for a simple package?  Is the contents of it so valuble that you wish to endanger your business, your position, your life?"

She sighed.  "Love is so much easier. I am sure you know, being a smart man, what we want. We want a package.  And for that, I offer some gold, and perhaps something more.  But I need to know that you are serious.  Are you?  Or do you just want to kill a girl to prove you are a man?"
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Bucko likewise stands outside the door taking in the sights of all the ships at the station, he hopes to see one up close sooner rather than later...his mind wanders for a bit and the words inside elude him...the tone of voice seems to imply threat he looks to Isaac....

"Hows it sounds it goeses?"

"A martyr? You?" The man laughs. With the door open, even the guards laugh as well "So you are trying to get me to allow you to gain access to said package with some gold and something else? Oh you are a fool. I'm not going to kill you. That's absurd. I'd like the gold if I may." He holds his hand out and the other goes beneath the desk. Could be nothing. Or something.

Upon hearing this exchange, and in despair for the possible failure in their quest, the Paladin steps into the doorway and addresses the customs agent or whomever he is. "This is getting too tense for my liking, gentlefolk. Can I interrupt for a moment?" Without waiting for approval, and trying to appear unthreatening, he continues, "The package we seek is an essential component to help cure a plague that is running through the poor part of town. Without it, we cannot save the lives of the poor people who are afflicted and we need your help in finding it! Our time runs short, and who knows how many may die for every minute we delay in locating it? Please help us find it before it's too late!"

She stepped back when Isaac stepped forward.  She recogonized his higher knowledge with dealing with such people.

"My guard speaks true.  A plague runs through the poor.  And you are a man of intelligence, so you know a plague stays with the poor, then to the workers, then to the rest of us.  Do you want your workers laid waste by disease?  Do you wish that disease in you?  My Goddess heals me.  Who heals you?  Do you not wish to keep your business alive?  Do you not wish friends to keep you alive?  I have gold, but life is more precious, do you not think?"

She preened, showing off her own health.  "This is business.  Nothing more.  But business is life, is it not?"

Bucko continues to listen and the situation is tense so he does the best thing by staying out of it...
Though he suspects he is the only one who knows how much danger the guards represent with their guns....