A Path Barred
17th of Kuthona 4707 A.R. (Absalom Reckoning)
The hollow thud of Gorok's fist against the door of the lodge echoes down a half empty street. With midnight come and gone even the most determined of drunks had long since found their beds, and no beggars dare plead for alms so near the gate of castle Greyguard lest the captain thinks to 'reward' them with a collar and a pick for breaking stone in the vaults deep below the earth. No answer comes for long enough that Pisca grows impatient of 'scribblers and dabblers'. Finally, the slit opens in the door to reveal golden elvish eyes, the Venture-Captain himself, the first sign of trouble...
"We're not taking visitors, no contracts, and no applicants!"
...and that is the second, you think "Well then it's a good thing we don't need to be taken," you call aloud, still under glamor but hoping he recognizes your voice.
Ulenar opens the door, though only so much as you need to step through, and once past the door you drop your glamor, much to his poorly hidden chagrin.
"Made a decision, have you?" A snappish tone does little to bury his worry.
"We require aid against elves from below," Gorok is nothing if not direct. "They grind medicine-poisons from the bones of slaves, some they spread, most they take below to the city of Zirnakaynin."
"Look, I'm not sure what stories the Guard have been spinning or where they heard that name, but the drug trade needs no more cause than human greed to keep it going, and the Society makes it a policy not to get overly involved in local law enforcement. We police our own, not do the work of local rulers."
"You seen worried, friend," you offer deliberately, taking an uninvited seat.
"Well of course I'm..." He stops, closes his eyes, and murmurs some mantra under his breath, prayer or calming words you cannot say which. "The drow incursion is being seen to. We have been warned not to meddle by those with a stake in the matter and a light hand on their bowstrings. First lesson in being a Pathfinder, don't put yourself in a position where you're dodging arrows from both sides if you can help it."
"Well we
can't," Mina proclaims, her tone more-than-hinting than can't is really 'won't'. "Should we consider
that us being uninvited to join?"
Now you can hear Ulenar more clearly, he's
definitely cursing his luck. "No, no,
if you join I will render what help I may. It would be a poor showing of solidarity otherwise."
"But not for gold?" she presses.
"Normally I would ask how much, but given what my report is likely to look from all this appending, that we were
bribed into this mess will not help. New members, even field hires, getting into trouble and needing to be bailed out with fire and sword that has rock solid precedent. Not even
Gloriana will be able to argue with that. We will get the support we need from Opara."
"What of information?" Sirim's thoughts slip seamlessly into the conversation.
"How much would it cost to tell us who warned you against investigating the drow so we can... stay out of trouble?
Even before Cob started nodding vigorously along the statement had all the sincerity of a kobold scrap trader, but you can see he's considering it.
"A thousand gold pieces, I tell you and you were never here tonight. A week from now, if you haven't been chased out of town or killed, we can talk about membership again."
"A week? After the royal visit?"
The deepening silence is all the answer you need.
Does Kori think the Ghosts should do?
[] Agree to join the Pathfinders on the spot under the previous terms: owe a favor to Ulenar the Unwelcome, x2 Rights of Refusal
-[] Write in arguments (Optional)
[] Pay to find out who told the Pathfinders the drow will be handled and that they should stay out (Cost 1,000 gp)
-[] Write in arguments (Optional)
[] Leave, you've learned more than enough for free
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[] Write in
OOC: Social rolls hidden.