[center][color=aa3333][h3]Scribe Abbigale Drom[/h3][/color][/center] [hr] Abbigale heard Master Valding leave on his mission for the day. She reached up and cast a spell with her cat. As she did her black cat looked up off the bookself at her master. She told her cat to follow him but stay back. With a stretch the cat rose and jumped to the window sill. When the sill was opened, the cat quietly jumped out the window to follow. Abbigale shook her head. These youngsters were going to turn her hair grey. He should have taken a guard with him. He needed to have someone watching his back. The boy, a child, throwing a rock at him should have told him that he wasn’t safe. A man with a knife could do more damage to him while he was distracted. She laid down on the bed and concentrated on what the cat saw. As he traveled along, he picked up two tails. The boy who was following him and a man, a tabaxi, who was staying more in the shadows and turned down an alley to intercept Valding with a shortsword drawn. As he waiting for the engineer, the cat silently reached the man. With a gentle touch of his clothes the spell released and he and the cat were no longer there. Instead they were standing in Abbigale’s room. As he turned and raised his sword, Abbigale raised a hand releasing her second spell, freezing him in place. She smiled walking over to him and talking the sword from his hand, dagger from his belt. She pulled his cloak off, and his coin purse, and checked him quickly for other weapons. Then she bound his hands and feet with a fancy cord that she pulled from a box. “Mr. Deerstawker, we finally meet,” she said pleasantly enough, “I have been so looking forward to having a conversation with you.” She sat down. “Please, just listen then I will let you go,” she said. “You are trying to hurt people under my protection and I can’t have that.” She rose and walked over and cut a bit of his hair and put it in a gold bowl with a lit. She chanted a spell and the bowl started to glow and she smiled. Turning back to him she said, “When the ship comes in you and your first wife are going to book passage and leave. If not, the spell I cast will cause you to explode in a ball of flame in two days. If the bowl opens or if I die the spell will also go off. Do you understand?” She looked at him, “Of course you do.” Having worked with thieves before, she knew that he was already plotting and planning to return to steal the glowing bowl. She moved held the bowl and moved away from the man with his sword and dagger out of reach. “In a moment, I will release you. I am going to scream and the guards will come running. You will be able to escape through the window,” she said calmly. Still holding the bowl, she moved to the door and opened it. As the spell dropped, she screamed loudly like she was being attacked. As if on cue, guards came running drawing their swords. Free now, the Tabaxi turned and threw a small dart that was hidden in his sleeve, hitting the woman in the leg. Now her scream became one of pain. The wound was not severe but she could feel poison burning in the wound. Her light robe over her dress was not thick enough to stop the dart. Then he dove out the window and ran. He let the carpenter, the working boys, and a few bystanders see his face. He tried to hide it. Abbigale collapsed to the hall floor still holding the glowing bowl. Andrew came out of his room as well with a knife at the ready. Seeing the scribe on the floor, he rushed to her. One guard entered the room and the other ran to chase the thief. Andrew knew that he would disappear before the guard had a chance to catch him. [hr] [center][h3][color=00ff00] Andrew Richard Whitewood III [/color][/h3][/center] [hr] When Andrew heard the scream, he went running out of the room. He had been practicing with the new knives and one was in his hand. He would need to send a message to the capital and see about getting some really well made throwing knives. The blacksmith was good, but the quality was geared more towards usage than what he wanted. Andrew lifted the scribe and the bowl and carried them into his room. He laid her on the bed, pulled the dart from the muscle and threw it a chest. He then quickly got up and dug through a chest, throwing things around till he found the potion he wanted. He poured some of the potion on her leg after lifting her robe and dress to her knee. Then he had her drink the rest of it. The poison it seemed to Andrew was intended to paralyze the victim and if it struck just right would kill them by causing the heart to stop beating. After half-an-hour Captain Harzin Afarel arrived to find the scribe complaining to the Abbot that she was fine and they were going to do the census. She said to him, “It’s the first good idea you’ve had since arriving.” He didn’t want to tell her he didn’t come up with it. Andrew grabbed his jeweled sword, the Tabaxi’s sword, dagger and cloak. Abbigale kept the bowl with her, but put on a heavier robe. A few of the boys working with the carpenter were asked to escort the wagon carrying the scribe, Abbot, and the supplies to the inn for the census to take place. One of the huntsmen was paid to sit on the balcony of the inn with his bow and shoot any Tabaxi males. No one was wearing a cloak, except the Abbot, because of the heat. Andrew penned note to be delivered to the Brew Master. The note was written in dwarvish and contained a warning to be passed on to Brok that the woman he was meeting with was a thief and a drug dealer, to be careful. He sent it off with one of the boys asking him to make sure extra beer was delivered to the inn today. Andrew was placed in a corner table with a couple guards watching over him. Guards were staying near the Scribe and the Captain sat at her right side with a crossbow in his lap and another guard stayed at the door watching the crowd. Andrew directed one of the guards to take his crossbow to top of the stairs and watch for someone coming from that direction. Andrew sat watching those coming and going, nodding and waving. When a Halfling woman and her husband came to register, he saw Abbigale shake her hand, pass a note to her. He watched the woman as they went to the bar to collect their drink. She read the note, paled, and looked up at Andrew. Andrew nodded to her. Master Valding, Abbigale, and Andrew were moved back into the Inn for a few days till the assassin could be captured. [hr] [center][h3] Kriltra Deerstawker[/h3][/center] [hr] Kriltra was all business when the dwarf arrived. They had their beer and sat in a booth away from the crowd. People in the bar were talking about the assassination attempt that was made on one of the Abbot’s staff. They talked about the Tabaxi man, who everyone knew was her husband and the reward that the captain offered for him, dead or alive. People were watching her, hoping that she would lead them to him. She leaned closer to the engineer and said, “I am going to be leaving on the next ship and I want to come to a business arrangement with you.” She pulled out three different plants and placed them on the table. She continued, “I will pay you three gold coins for each crate of these that can be harvested and shipped to me when I get settled.” Through the day, the engineer had heard a few rumor had been out about the business they operated. The second thing was much more personal to her. She looked down at the table, “I need a favor, the woman from your building has a gold bowl that glows. I need you to steal it for me, my husband’s life depends upon it.” She offers him a bag of gems. [hr] [center][h3]Colmarh Beiti[/h3][/center] [hr] When the engineer took his lunch at one of the taverns, the Brew Master came in and sat down at his table and barked out an order for stew. She started a conversation about the beer she just brew and changed over to dwarvish. She talked a bit about how she could use a second vessel as they drink a lot of beer. She then looked at him with a serious expression. She said, "The Abbot has a message for you. 'The woman you are going to meet with is dangerous. She is a thief and allegedly deals in drugs.' The boy that brought me the message said a Tabaxi man tried to assassinate the scribe today and ran when she screamed. He must have been in the building for a long time as no one saw him enter." Before the stew came, she winked at him and said in common, "So you think my beer tastes like warm horse pee!!" She slammed a hand on the table and moved to a different table grumbling. [hider=ooc]My wife has horses and thinks that beer smells like horse pee.[/hider]