[center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/4aad0c71-6642-4187-a1d8-eb817c1f1a04.png[/img][/center] [color=LightSlateGray] Percival had also made haste towards Ne'miah's room and was rounding the corner as Skarsat was bidding his plea for him to open the door. He had been making a parcel for him and the other party members who had not yet shown to breakfast when the sheriff had arrived. He was not known for how well he handled stressful situations and it was beginning to show. Sure, he could take a verbal lashing from Vargas just fine, but this sort of thing usually led to the gallows and he was absolutely terrified of Gerranti, and rightly so. The sheriff was indeed a bad and evil man, all the way down into the very bowels of his soul. He had tightened the noose on many nuisance and all of Guillan knew it because they all had bore witness to it. He was perhaps the most corrupt entity in the entire city, and that was definitely saying something... for there was much competition in rank and file, and that wasn't even counting the common folk either. [color=007236]"You must hurry!.."[/color] he whispered exitedly as he rushed to Skarsat's side, thrusting the parcel into Skarsat's belly. [color=007236]"this is not the time for shenanigans, it is not safe here any longer!"[/color] Percy fumbled for the keys to Ne'miah's room, shaking violently as he did. He finally managed to find the room key as he fished for the keyhole, which he eventually found, but not before making quite the racket. He turned the latch and opened the door to the room and immediately made his way to the window to pull back the curtains to let in some much needed light to help jostle the young thief from his slumber. He also took a moment to look down to the street for any other guards who might be lurking about. He could notice a few towards the left near the square but the alley looked clear, at least from what he could see... [color=007236]"The entrance to the warehouse is just across the alley down there... you mustn't go through the tavern Ne'miah, if the sheriff spots you we'll all swing from the gallows."[/color] Percy said insistantly. [color=007236]"I'm certain of it. Skarsat please shut the door behind you." [/color] He made his way over to the bedside and started digging for the warehouse key so that Ne'miah could get inside. He found it and began to pull it from the ring. [color=007236]"You've got to get dressed and get out here immediately. Skarsat and I will come down and assist you but you mustn't be found here." [/color] [center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/f2807a98-52ad-4c8a-a13d-c02a469f45e4.png[/img][/center] The sheriff nosed up at the mention of more coffee, especially from someone so easy on the eyes. He was indeed a man of simple desires. Unfortunately for Solange the sheriff was well aware of Solange's reputation, for many things. Talk traveled fast in Guillan, and so did praise, where it was due. Talks of wild pleasures circulated well, so did the tales of anguish, and Solange could be found entwined in both. If anything it was a testament to just how enticing she was, [i]for only a fool would coddle the cobra...[/i] [color=f7941d]"Ah, I could sit here all day..."[/color] Gerranti said, locking eyes with Solange directly. [color=f7941d]"especially in such graced company."[/color] Gerranti licked his lips as he looked her over, her supple bosom nearly spilling over dress, and most assuredly on purpose. [color=f7941d]"However, I am a very busy man, with ever pressing matters to attend to, and you and I both know that Vargas will most not likely return so long as I sit here in this chair with my men roaming the tavern... no, we've all been patrons to this game many times over."[/color] he said as he wiped the corners of his mouth and stood from the booth. [color=f7941d]"I will take my leave now and not waste any more of anyone's time here, or before my plate gets any more full, as I have much on it already."[/color] Gerranti moved right up onto Solange, practically breathing down her neck. Her perfume toyed with his nostrils, exciting him to no end. All the things he wished to do flooded his mind as it did, and he could almost taste her. He was much taller than she was and he was poised over her in an unsettling manner as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, yet he did not. He inhaled deeply as if to savor the smell of her sweet and succulent perfume mixed with fear... and then he pulled away. [color=f7941d]"I would advise none of you to be around when I find this Ne'miah... it would be terrible if you were to get wrapped up in that trouble."[/color] he said loudly. His voice echoing through the main tavern floor and balconies. [color=f7941d]"I'm not one to make empty threats, and i'm sure you all know it. Come lads, let's be off before I decide to make a mess of things."[/color] waving his hand to the other guards to follow him out. "We've made our point." The guards who were aggravating the other patrons of the tavern stopped harrasing them and made their way to the front and walked out the main entrance to secure the street as Gerranti turned to speak once more before exiting himself. [color=f7941d]"I'm sure we'll be seeing you all again... really soon."[/color] [/color] [center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/e910d573-6a4c-4508-bcfe-d350f2df8796.jpg[/img][/center] [center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/f2807a98-52ad-4c8a-a13d-c02a469f45e4.png[/img][/center] [color=f7941d]ROLLS: Sheriff Gerranti nor his men take the bait on the coffee 1= No, 2= Sheriff takes, 3= Guards take[/color] [url]https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/22209[/url]