In Merry Cloak Grim Herald Garbed
Thirty Sixth Day of Ikomi-hamba (Ikomi Descendant) 1348 A. L. (After Landfall)
"I doubt any would mistake our Fellowship, good sir. Steel among bronze is rare enough and our blades are far more of the former - not of Ibanoran shores, I'd wager," you reply with as much courtesy as surprise will allow. Perhaps the man had not meant it as a challenge.
Then again, perhaps he had, you think as his gaze sharpens and moves from your face to your sword hilt in that quick appraisal that marks a duelist on the field of blood more than it does a shopper browsing the market. Your tone perhaps a touch less cordial, you add: "Still, I would ask the name of one who would offer aid so graciously."
"Sigan Iskhan," he replies with a bow that sends his cloak swirling... and cascading through a dozen colors from rose pink and back to purple as magic plays across the cloth. Even Silver starts at the sight, but the name appears to mean more to Antonio than the show of glamor.
"Strange to meet the Sword of the Purple by chance before so humble a hall. Surely, any merchant you might visit shall thank fate and fortune for delivering so great a warrior to their door," though the words are dipped in honey you sense behind them caution as one might when walking abroad in the woods and finding a wolf in the middle of the path, only the one and well fed, but still dangerous enough to raise a guard. The way he says the color makes you think he means some kind of group that holds sway and power in the city, but the name means nothing to you.
"Thugs who hold sway in Farshore, but strong and rich enough that they have business beyond the slums and have grown respectable enough of late to linger on the margins of polite society," Antonio explains in Sicilian, adding. "This is their most infamous enforcer, in genteel parts of town at least."
You almost choke to hear him say all that in the middle of the street, but Sigan does not seem to have realized anything was amiss in the way he had just been introduced.
Of course he hadn't, you chastise yourself,
the man is not likely to speak the tongue of another world and not even the magic of Esha's blood can untangle that riddle. How the Devil does one treat a thug in fine silks?
"Ah, I see you heard of me," from the brazen smile you wonder if he would even be troubled by the introduction Antonio had given him. "It is not often that a merchant galley sails into port with two pirate ships in its wake and the piles of weapons and armor to attest that their former occupants will no longer trouble the seas, and so I have come to see myself the folk of the... Fellowship, was it? There was some foreign name also and I do not wish to risk mangling it with an unknowing tongue and give offense. Insulting a man by accident is like laying with a woman blind drunk, a deed not worth the doing."
"Always good to meet a man who is careful with his words," you reply guardedly. "What did you wish to speak to us of?"
"A proposition of sorts, one that is not fit to be bandied about in sight of earth and sky, perhaps a dinner at the Broken Wheel?" the man replies airily, naming one of the finest taverns in the city. "The staff can be counted on not to linger 'round corners for rumors and the walls are thick."
"Ah... we have much yet to do before our journey swift approaching," Antonio demurs, though he does not quite close the door as firmly as you might have, perhaps because he was expecting what came next.
"I can make it worth your while, say to the tune of five hundred Icari." A smile plays on thin lips and eyes glitter beneath carefully groomed eyebrows.
"Five hundred Icari to listen and just that?" Antonio is still wary, true, yet now he is leaning close where before he had been all but pressed against the wall of the shop behind him.
"Five hundred Icari to eat a fine meal and listen to a proposition which I think you shall find sweeter than both the food and the silver," comes the assured reply.
What do you do?
[] Refuse the meeting, private or not you do not wish the Fellowship associated with such dark folk
[] The price he offers would be enough to make your trip to the War Market more profitable than not, hear them out and take the silver, you are doing the world a favor by keeping it out of such hands really (Go to the meeting +500gp)
[] Write in
OOC: Roland was a bit off on reading the body language at the start since there is a difference between the amount of checking out done by a professional warrior and a professional killer and enforcer. If you had chosen to intimidate for instance there would have been a chance he would have escalated if he failed a sense motive check.