Zul gives a little bow. "Thank you for overextending yourself -- intentionally, I'm sure -- and allowing me to throw you," she replies, still in Filgan. She's worked up a sweat, but is not short of breath. A few errant strands of red-blond hair cling to her neck and forehead. "Very nicely done" Rotemdol replies smiling at her change of subject, thinking to himself that he's not going to learn who her teacher is. "If you like, I can freshen up while you conclude your business with this gentleman", Zul adds, "Afterward, we can perhaps discuss a training schedule". She awaits his reply. "Please do. It will be nice if you could then help Banjo with the kitchen. We can discuss some more training at the dining table". After freshening up and putting on her leather coat and nirvork again, she heads to the kitchen, where she finds Banjo watching several pots steaming over the wood-fired stove. "Keylinan dish", he says, "Better than the boiled cabbage or unidentifiable fried stuff that passes for Calbeyn cuisine. And it doesn't contain earthworms either". Meanwhile Rotemdol turns to his guest. "If there is nothing more, I will try to conclude the business tomorrow. Let me know if there is any new information". "I have no more information yet, I'm afraid", he replies, "After all, that is what I am paying you for. As for concluding the business" He keeps his voice low to prevent Zul from overhearing. "Does that actually mean you plan to do the deed? Or simply to gain further information?". "And one other thing", he adds, "Who is that woman? There are things I find strangely familiar about her. From her accent I believe she must come from Filgeth, or have lived there at some time. Her fighting style I do not recognise, but then you should be the expert in that area" "Finally, there is the question I asked of you just before that woman arrived, which you did not have the opportunity to answer. What do you know of the Right Hand of Vandrak?". -- Tim Hall Weblog: http://www.kalyr.com/weblog Photos: http://kalyr.fotopic.net/
> Meanwhile Rotemdol turns to his guest. "If there is nothing more, I > will try to conclude the business tomorrow. Let me know if there is > any new information". > "I have no more information yet, I'm afraid", he replies, "After all, > that is what I am paying you for. As for concluding the business" He > keeps his voice low to prevent Zul from overhearing. "Does that > actually mean you plan to do the deed? Or simply to gain further > information?". "could not do anything so far, not as long as she is in the temple, but if she takes a hike I will be waiting. If you know anything let me know but in any case I will do it the moment I find her." > "And one other thing", he adds, "Who is that woman? There are things > I find strangely familiar about her. From her accent I believe she > must come from Filgeth, or have lived there at some time. Her fighting > style I do not recognise, but then you should be the expert in that > area" " She is a new one on me. Don't know her teacher either. She is trouble but I am not sure for whom. Life can get interesting " > "Finally, there is the question I asked of you just before that woman > arrived, which you did not have the opportunity to answer. What do > you know of the Right Hand of Vandrak?". "Don't know anything much about them except that one of the merchants on the route she is likely to take is one. He told me that he will keep me informed if he hears anything about her whereabout. Why?"
Shmuel Ur wrote: >"Don't know anything much about them except that one of the merchants on >the route she is likely to take is one. He told me that he will keep me >informed if he hears anything about her whereabout. Why?" He shakes his head. "I ask that you treat them with great caution, especially what information you reveal to these people. Many of that group are extremely rash and foolhardy. Many are fanatics that wish to cause mayhem for it's own sake. They do not have the wisdom to realise the likely consequences of any action they might take. "I would describe them as a crude carving knife, when what is required in many circumstances is a fine scalpel. I trust you understand my metaphor. -- Tim Hall Weblog: http://www.kalyr.com/weblog Photos: http://kalyr.fotopic.net/
> "I ask that you treat them with great caution, especially what > information you reveal to these people. Many of that group are > extremely rash and foolhardy. Many are fanatics that wish to cause > mayhem for it's own sake. They do not have the wisdom to realise the > likely consequences of any action they might take. > "I would describe them as a crude carving knife, when what is required > in many circumstances is a fine scalpel. I trust you understand my > metaphor. "Everyone knows I have no liking for mind reamers" Rotemdol replied. "I gave the hand no information whatsoever. I just gave them the impression that giving me information may yield additional mayhem. In any case, given information from them or not, I hope to finish the assignment soon. This of course depends on the opportunity presenting itself" [ooc: repeating the plan that Rotemdol is considering from previous posting: if there is a likely place she will go through, to wait above on one of the roofs and use a head shot with a cross bow. The ideal location will be dark and such that he could climb out of it even further up to another street and be gone by the time they have any chance of making it through the stairs. My understanding is that many places are steep. A location which usually you have to climb to to get to fast will be perfect. I assume he has two crossbow and bolts which he think no one can read]
"Everyone knows I have no liking for mind reamers", Rotemdol replies, "I gave The Hand no information whatsoever. I just gave them the impression that giving me information may yield additional mayhem. In any case, given information from them or not, I hope to finish the assignment soon. This of course depends on the opportunity presenting itself" He repears his plan; to learn of the route she might take when she finally leaves the temple, and take her out with a head shot from a rooftop, preferably from a location from which a quick, concealed escape is possible. "Fine, I will speak with you again in two days, or when the job is done", the mystery patron responds, "And I shall try to find a place and time when you don't have company". With those words, he gets up and leaves. Meanwhile, in the cramped kitchen, Banjo concludes that the meal is just about ready. -- Tim Hall Weblog: http://www.kalyr.com/weblog Photos: http://kalyr.fotopic.net/
"Smells good, as always" Rotemdol says as he enters the kitchen. "How is the new helper doing?" he asks Banjo
"Smells good, as always" Rotemdol says as he enters the kitchen. "How is the new helper doing?" he asks Banjo. Banjo turns to Zul "Does it look done?", he asks her, "Has to be the right consistancy; don't cook it long enough, it too hard and chewy, too long, and it turns to mush". He turns back to Rotemdol. "Has that visitor of yours gone? And who was he anyway?". -- Tim Hall Weblog: http://www.kalyr.com/weblog Photos: http://kalyr.fotopic.net/
He turns back to Rotemdol. "Has that visitor of yours gone? And who > was he anyway?". "He is gone" Rotemdol replies. " He is one of my best contacts. Got me some lucrative shows. Tried to get him to stay to eat so that I could introduce you, but he was in some sort of a hurry... " Turning to Zul "looks ready to me. Smells good too"
