[center][h3]Scribe Abbigale Drom[/h3][/center]

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She looked at the engineer and turned in her chair to really face him. "The bowl is only worth a couple hundred gold. The enchantment on the bowl is a simple light spell. You run your finger around it and say the phrase and it glows in the dark. I understand that he believes the bowl to contain powerful magics that can end him if some conditions are not met. Mainly leaving, which would seem to solve a lot of problems. The bag of gems may had been a fitting trade for a minor magical item. It metaphorically also contains a man's life, one that has committed treason by his actions my King. To raise a sword to strike you when you were unarmed. He also raised his sword to strike at the crown. You are hired by the appointed agent of the crown, are you not? The Captain and his men and many others have a sworn obligation to protect you."  
She pause to let that sink in then continued, "Someone else acted on your behalf to protect you. I had the misinformation of receiving him."
She got a serious look on her face, "You now hold in your hands his fate by the choice you make. "
"Choose well, what you do and why. You can redeem him or end him. Blood will run in the street or maybe you gain an ally," she smiled up to him and returned to her scribe work. 

It was the most words that the scribe had spoken around the engineer. There was an element of a maternal tone to her voice, the fact that it was directed at the engineer and not with. Three other things were noticeable, she did care what happened to people. If she was a mage, she could have killed Silverclaw, but didn't for some reason. The second was she wasn't going to give up her secrets anytime soon. The third thing is she had a spy network already in place. 

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[center][h3]Abbot Andrew[/h3][/center]

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As the Harbor Master went through his plight, he listened carefully then patted his knee and laughed. "I can't even get a silly wall built so I can plant a garden yet," the Abbot said with a smirk. He moved to the window and looked out. "I am wondering if who ever wrote the note was in the same position as we are? Not really knowing everything and making assumptions about the players involved and trying to direct the outcome to their liking," he said calmly. 

His big plan was to get enough legal traffic coming through the port so that the influence of the thieves guild was minimized. He needed merchants and craft folk, farmers and other honest people to start to change the tone of the town. 

"I'm wondering if we shouldn't have a meeting, the leader of the Gold Tooth, this Silverclaw, you, me, and maybe Brok to come to some better working relationship," the Abbot said. He wanted a cut of the money that his uncle would not know about. He knew that the engineer would need laborers and if he took one of the two ships out he would have smugglers coming after him, not to mention the young lovers that used it as an escape. But that was his romanticized memory thinking, he never made it to the ship to make out. Just to smuggle. 
"Maybe dinner tonight in the back room?" he asked. 
"I bet that the good Captain's men are not watching the kitchen entrance, so they could enter that way," he said quietly. He knew that it would be unusual for the three men to meet when a ship was coming in the next day. 

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[h3][center]The red claws (or whatever I named them)[/center][/h3]

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It had been a rough transition. Going from being safe as money could buy to needing to pack up their operations in a day because some crazy Elven woman threatened to kill Silverclaw. because he was going to send a message to the Abbot by either beating up the engineer or sticking a knife in him a couple times. They were a threat to his operation and he didn't want they here. If he could scare them off, it would be easier when the Western Isle finally decided to invade the kingdom. He was a third party agent that was getting paid well for the information that was being sent to him by spies then packaged with the drugs. They had promised him a share of the dragons' hordes when the war was done. He just needed to be there watching what came in and out and making the drugs that the soulders would use to march and fight for days. It seemed funny that the invaders needed things from the place they were going to invade so they could invade it. Silverclaws really did not like the folk from the Western Ilses, slavery was offensive to the cat man but money and magic to study.