[@Letter Bee]


SECONDARY QUEST- Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained

Ten minutes or so after Par had finished his business a bulky bodyguard-type entered the room. 

"Excuse me, sir." He said, politeness in his voice. "I would like to extend the greetings of the proprietor of this establishment. The Ma'am would like to make your acquaintance , if you would follow me." 

Leaving Par to get dressed the bodyguard waited outside. Once Par came out the bodyguard led him up another flight of stairs to a heavily guarded door. Once Par went through it he found himself in a large opulent room. An enormously fat woman, Madam Catalina, looked up from the paper she was working on.

"Ah, our newest customer." She said, chins wobbling. "Please have a seat. Can I interest you in some Bourbon? I trust our girls and boys are treating you well?" 




[@Lord Coake]

Aside from some street scum seen off by his bodyguard,  Franklin has had a productive afternoon. He has made 370 caps off of the gullible of Orleans. 

A Ghoul stepped from the shadows down the street from Scar and Franklin. He had been there for hours, quietly watching the con man work his magic. Now he came up to the pair. He was wearing a faded trench coat and fedora, and his fierce yellow eyes were mirthful. 

"Well, friend." He began, voice rasping like so many of his kind. "You've quite the silver tongue. Half of the people you've sold this shit to are no fools, but you still parted them from their hard-earned caps." He shrugged. "No offence, if course. In fact, I might have an opportunity for you to make some serious change. It's not exactly legal, but judging from your stock here I'm guessing you're no pillar of the community."