Frack:
Frack blushed (again), although this time he couldn't help but puff out his little goblin chest as much as he could. "It is. And thank you. The armorer had this stuff in his shop, but I think I'm the first to use it." He dusted it off with a broad smile that would have been charming if not for the yellow-brown hue of his teeth. "Can you believe that? He also said it was quite good against chickens."
For a moment, he wrung his hands in silence before gulping aloud and continuing. "You are also are a fine cut... I mean, you cut from a fine..." His nose wrinkled as his tongue wrapped around itself in hopes of remembering how she had said it. Unsuccessful, he cut his losses. "I like your hat!"
Veracity crooned delightedly,
"An innovation not only of style, but also in the art of fowl-proofing defenses. Magnificent, and perfectly befitting Sir Frack." The tiefling couldn't help but recognize the little hero's bashful demeanor when speaking with her, and had a fair notion as to the cause. She listened with amiable patience as Frack struggled to formulate a compliment in return, and the effort was terribly endearing. Once he managed it Vera smiled brightly,
"Thanks!" She then slipped seamlessly into the jaunty brogue heard crying across the caldera waterfronts and ship-decks,
"'Tis a bespoke tricorn, matey, fitted to the particular curl o' me horns!" She tipped the brim and took a showy bow, then broke character for a raucous chuckle.
The rigged three-card game proceeded entirely as expected, and Veracity listened to Procz's detailed analysis of the con. With a smirk, she said,
"You're a sharp one, Constable, no denying it. If the Bureau gave the respect you deserve the business of scoundreling in the Slopes would surely be in shambles."
At last the transvolcanic train arrived, and Veracity bustled aboard with the crew and the crowds for a treacherous subterranean journey that was routine for Coglinton's working class. Upon arrival they left the stifling heat and noise of a crowded train car into the yet more hot and noisy caldera. She beckoned the crew to join the flow of workers down toward the end of the road before slipping off the well-trod route onto a secluded path to the lake shore.
"Everybody still with us? Very good. Right this way!" This little voyage had been no simple thing to arrange, and Amara just about had her head when brought in to sign on the negotiated terms. An exclusive contract for the Spark's next five smuggling operations, with a cut of profits on the back end. Guaranteed work was a prize in itself in this economy, and a transporter taking a percentage was all but unheard of. This particular job was paid all up front, and it cost a pretty pile of gold!
Vera paused near the shore of the steaming, polluted caldera lake and scanned the surroundings with a flinty amethyst gaze. She assured the others,
"He's here, not to worry." The tiefling then brought fingers to her lips and produced a long, warbling trill that carried across the shore. It was the evening call of the sulfur pseudodragon, a pest that nested in the eaves of buildings within a flight's distance of the water. She repeated the call twice more, which was the agreed upon signal to Flicker that all was well and it was time to move.
Persuasion for the prior negotiation with Flicker:- 15:22, Today: Veracity rolled 22 using 1d20+8. Persuasion.