RP channel logs: Fieron, Maldrek, Ssolvarain

[RP]: (Ssolvarain): A tall Nyissan man in dark green robes slowly slinks his way alley by alley towards his destination. His intent must be unknown by all, lest his reputation be foiled.
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): Finally reaching his target he peers from the shadows, studying the guard at the gate.
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): Reaching into one of his many pouches, he pulls out a wineskin. Reaching into his robes again, he pulls a slim vial out. Opening both wineskin and vial, he taps a small amount of powder from the vial, into the wineskin.
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): Grinning evilly, he closes the wineskin and begins shaking it slowly. Coming to his feet, he assumes a drunken stagger and lurches his way across the street towards the guard.
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): The guard, seeing a drunken man suddenly appear out of the shadows, straightens suddenly. As the Nyissan staggers his way to the front gate, the guard peers intently at him and says 'Can I help you with something?'
[RP]: Ssolvarain says 'Whyy... uhh... nooo... weeeelll... maybeee... I... ssseem a tad... lossst...'
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): The guard sighs. This has got to be the fifth person tonight he's had to give directions to. He attempts a stern face and replies 'Well.... you're on the north side of Sendar. I think you should run along now.'
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): Nodding slowly, as thought having trouble digesting the guards works, his face shows that he finally understands as it relaxes. 'Why... thank you frieend... thatsh.. very helpful... ssshay.. would you possibly care to share a bit of my wine?'
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): Peering nervously back through the gate, the guard turns his attention back to the Nyissan and nods. Handing the wineskin over to the guard, the Nyissan man grins.
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): Taking a long pull from the skin, the guard sighs audibly, and wipes his lips on his sleeve. 'I've been waiting to go get something to drink for several hours now. The one in charge tends to expect long ho...' his sentence suddenly cuts off.
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): As the guard's body collapses, he falls against the gate behind him and slowly slumps down, snoring loudly. The Nyissan man wastes no time, climbing up over the gate and beyond.
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): The man runs swiftly, keeping low to avoid anyone spotting him. Stealthily making his way to the garden, he stops to recall where he put something.
[RP]: Fieron Raines looks up from her stack of sheets and stares out at the garden. What is he doing here again?
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): Spotting a small bush, the man leans down and begins picking berries from it. Sliding them into a small paper envelope, he straightens, and makes his way toward the wall.
[RP]: (Fieron Raines): Her eyes narrow. Picking berries from her bush? Scowling, she quickly sets down her quill, and, fuming, stalks out of her office.
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): Hearing a door slam from inside, the man quickly sprints for the wall, and begins to scale it.
[RP]: Fieron Raines flings open the front door and glares at the Nyissan. 'Give me back those berries!'
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): Grinning broadly from atop the wall, the man grins. 'I don't believe these are yours. They seem to have sprung from a seed I planted in this garden. That seems to make them mine wouldn't it?
[RP]: Fieron Raines runs to the wall, throwing a glance at the gate. Her eyes widen slightly at the figure on the floor. 'This is MY garden! And what did you do to my guard?'
[RP]: Fieron Raines pauses. 'Well, not MY garden so much as the clan's. But the point still stands!'
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): 'Nothing too serious. Just a dagger across his throat. You can patch him up I imagine...' he says, suddenly slipping behind the wall, out of sight of this agitated female.
[RP]: Fieron Raines skids to a halt, then sprints for the gate, shouting curses at the top of her voice.
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): Cackling evilly, the man runs for the alleys where he can hide.
[RP]: Maldrek laughs as the sounds of an apparent pilfering is taken place.
[RP]: Fieron Raines drops to a crouch next to the Thull, and breathes a sigh of relief. He is breathing, and his throat is thankfully free of any blood.
[RP]: Maldrek says 'what another beautiful day in the marketplace.'
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): Reaching the safety of the alleys, the man rests against a wall, catching his breath.
[RP]: (Fieron Raines): She picks up the wineskin and takes a cautious sip from it. Then, she spits it out and sighs.
[RP]: Maldrek moves from person to person looking for any opening to take what's left unattended.
[RP]: Fieron Raines pours the wine out onto the lawn, tosses the skin on the guard, making a note to have a long, long talk with him, and walks briskly to the alley.
[RP]: Fieron Raines peers around, but sees no sign of the Nyissan.
[RP]: Fieron Raines grumbles to herself and smoothes her dress down. 'Might as well get something whilst I'm out.'
[RP]: Maldrek mutters curses under his breath as a potential opportunity unexpectedly turns around and heads in the opposite direction.
[RP]: Fieron Raines turns on her heel and walks towards the market, thinking of all the things she would do to the Nyissan if she sees him again.
[RP]: (Maldrek): distracted by the loss Maldrek walks head down in the crowded Marketplace. -BAM- Runs into someone which brings his thoughts back to the here and now.
[RP]: Fieron Raines yelps as someone crashes into her, and swears. This isn't her day.
[RP]: Maldrek gasps 'My apologies.' He extends a hand to help the person up.
[RP]: Fieron Raines haughtily gets to her feet and gives the man a cold look.
[RP]: Maldrek glances at the person he knocked down. What a beauty, he thinks as he helps her to her feet. Noticing her apparel and items, he also thinks, what an opportunity. This could well make up for the early loss.
[RP]: Fieron Raines brushes her dress off.
[RP]: Maldrek says 'I am sorry it was totally my fault'
[RP]: Maldrek extends his hand in greeting
[RP]: Fieron Raines takes his hand warily and gives it a quick shake.
[RP]: Maldrek says 'The name is Maldrek, an honest merchant'
[RP]: Maldrek feels for the clasps on the bracelets she is wearing.
[RP]: Fieron Raines scowls at him. 'No merchant I meet is ever honest.' She folds her arms, and notices the lapel pin for the first time. 'What's that?'
[RP]: Maldrek says 'This little thing, its just a pin I found unable to part with, nice craftmenship, is it not? '
[RP]: Maldrek tries not to avert his eyes too much, to show that there is nothing more to the story.
[RP]: (Fieron Raines): She smiles faintly. 'If you say so.'
[RP]: Maldrek gives a tight grin. 'It actually signifies a group of brethren I belong to.'
[RP]: Fieron Raines raises an eyebrow. 'Brethren? Sounds interesting... a new clan? A new guild? Brotherhood?'
[RP]: Maldrek wonders why he has trouble hiding things from this woman.. Something new and not very settling.
[RP]: Maldrek says 'On the nose, dear. A small gathering just looking to make a tiny profit in this world.'
[RP]: Fieron Raines says 'On the nose?'
[RP]: Maldrek says 'meaning, you got it right on the first try. Sorry common slang in my homeland.'
[RP]: Evigiloh walks around picking flowers in the middle of nowhere.
[RP]: Fieron Raines grumbles. 'Great. I'm out of touch everywhere, it seems. Gar og Nadrak's my homeland too... of sorts.'
[RP]: Maldrek says 'Now its my turn ... Of sorts? '
[RP]: Fieron Raines smiles wryly. 'I'm half Nadrak.'
[RP]: Maldrek says 'Was that you, by chance, that had some trouble earlier? '
[RP]: Fieron Raines rolls her eyes. 'Yes. Some idiot Nyissan sneaked into my clan hall and stole some berries... which he claimed were his. Drugged my guard too.'
[RP]: Maldrek says 'About this tall? Shifty looking? '
[RP]: Maldrek smiles. That's the description of nearly any Nyissan.
[RP]: Fieron Raines quirks an eyebrow. 'Why yes.' She shrugs. 'Oh well.'
[RP]: Evigiloh walks into town with his random bundle of flowers.
[RP]: Maldrek says 'We do have several contracts for security if you are interested in a replacement?'
[RP]: Fieron Raines looks the Nadrak up and down. 'Nah, we'll be fine.'
[RP]: Maldrek with a flourish produces a card with contact information.
[RP]: Evigiloh hands a flower to everyone he passes
[RP]: Fieron Raines takes it and chuckles. '"Merchants". Imaginative name.'
[RP]: Maldrek says 'Yes, not my choice but it does describe us pretty well. There is nothing we can not obtain for a price.'
[RP]: Evigiloh hands Fieron a flower and walks away.
[RP]: Fieron Raines blinks and looks at the flower. 'Um.' But the man is gone.
[RP]: Fieron Raines shrugs and tucks both flower and card away. An unusual day all in all.
[RP]: Evigiloh sighs as he runs out of flowers.
[RP]: Maldrek says 'Well M'lady, I have pressing needs in Boktor. Perhaps our paths will cross again.'
[RP]: Fieron Raines nods. 'I'll drop in when I visit Boktor then.'
[RP]: (Maldrek): With the parting words Maldrek slips into the crowd.
[RP]: (Fieron Raines): Shrugging again, she goes back to her task of shopping.

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