orientation ♔ with so much deception it's hard not to wander away

[cabot]

♬ Reasons Why - Nickel Creek

WHO || Val'drin, Thoster, open if people want to bang into them, just threadjack wherever.
WHAT || Val'drin meets with his squire
WHERE || Knight's HQ, first floor lounge
WHEN || Monday evening, April 16th
HOW || Actionspam

[ There's a definite change in the dark elf's demeanor since Thoster last saw him, and when he meets with him as arranged in a first floor common room, he's seated on a lounge chair, leaning his mouth against his hand, looking vastly contemplative. He looks up with a distracted air upon the squire's entrance. ]

Didn't get lost, I see.

Comments

[bluffcheck]

Really? [He glances over at his mentor, but keeps his conversation to the pretty woman.] How interesting. [He picks up a random object, trying to determine its worth (Appraise 17)]

So who has taken over this fine establishment in his stead?

[cabot]

Someone who apparently has no idea what they're doing. [ He's frowning at the prices in a display case of jewelry. Meanwhile, Thoster would recognize that the lump of rock with a black sapphire in the middle of it that he's holding seems to fit the description of an orcish artifact worth... a great deal of money. It's priced at sixty pounds. ]

I can't believe this.

omg i suck so much :'( sorry for the insane wait...

[socialgraces]

[Apparently she was giving Val'drin too much credit to assume this might be a sentimental visit. She pays little attention to either of her companions as they scour the store, instead picking up little knick-knacks and doing a bit of reminiscing herself.

She eventually turns her attention back to Thoster.]Find anything interesting? Or familiar?

[bluffcheck]

It reminds me a bit of home [He says with a laugh.]

You're right about one thing, though. [He says, pointing at Val'drin.] Haven't a clue who's running the place, but they'll run it to the ground, what with the way they're practically giving away the goods.

[cabot]

Maybe I'll have to consider repurchasing it. [ He glances at Thosster. ] Not interested in a clerk job, I imagine.

[socialgraces]

[She scoffs lightly at Val'drin's suggestion.] I'm sure that'd go over well. Have a lot of free time on your hands?

[bluffcheck]

Not much for sellin. Just buyin.

Or takin if the moment serves.

[cabot]

Pity. Good help is so hard to find these days.

[socialgraces]

[She looks between them once more before settling on Thoster.] Find anything you'd like to buy to give that credit card a try?

[bluffcheck]

[He's been milling about the shop all the while, taking a look at some scrolls, small weapons, etc. He stops to look over the jewelry, admiring the variety.

And here comes the most ridiculous pair of rolls. Nat 20 bardic knowledge check to see if anything is notable or worth his time or has any fun properties based on marking and such, but his appraise check rolled a 1, so it's a 4 total. Which means he has NO notion of what anything in this area should be priced at.]

Oh, I'm sure I'll find something, lass.

[cabot]

[ val'drin drifts aside to root through some cases. meanwhile, what thoster would find is a dark black cloak whose material seems to almost move like black fire when one looks at it. he'd recognize it from whispered tales of a secret society in the shadow world called the order of the black flame, assassin followers of kossuth who drew power from controlled passion and anger and rage. this looks exactly like one of the cloaks described in the tales, ones that supposedly absorb energy blasts. but fuck if thoster knows how much it's worth. ]