[h3]Stonehill District
 West Gate 
[sub]Evening - - [color=ADD8E6]Raining[/color][/sub][/h3]
   Cast: [@Everyone but Yankee], [color=F4A460] Farfa[/color], Brustle’s Men
    Possible Checks: Culture, Commerce, Karma[hr]
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The two ogre guards stare down at the bumbling-blabbering outsiders who they had never seen before. The caravan itself was quite familiar, often taking people who wished to leave the city elsewhere and not often bringing them back. The only familiar faces were a demon from money, and a scary goblin, both of which usually traveled in and out of the city without so much as a word. But tonight, the fire haired demon brought company along with them.

[b]”Brud, da’ poopsack are these people?”[/b] The orc on the left looked first to his brother on the right, and then down to the smaller folk who approached them.

[b]”No clue, Der.”[/b] The slightly shorter ogre on right stated, reaching up a finger beneath his helmet to pick his nose and flick a booger down at the dirt.

A whole entourage approached the ogres, and their common tongue was quite limited as it was. Which made the rather eloquently spoken creature dressed in skins, and skulls, and oh that smell. What was that smell?

[b]”Dis ‘un smells like poop.[/b]” States Der, cackling happily as he did so.

Brud set his pale yellow eyes on the small hollow-eyed knight who claimed to be a hero, with an energetic declaration. He grinned and cackled in amusement, bending at both knees to get a closer look and sniffing the air to catch the scent of the fae. [b]”No heroes in these parts, bug.”[/b] The more educated ogre stated directly to Lumen, a sneer now worn proudly with eyes aimed straight at him. 

[b]”Are da’ pretty human tastier?”[/b] Der asked over to Brud, who now scanner each of the new arrivals. There was quite a lot of humanesque figures here at his door. They were lucky.

[b]”Foreman isn’t too fond of bloodshed at the main gate -- but typically yes.”[/b] Brud stated, still squatting down to analyze the squad of wayward /heroes/.. The shorter, smarter ogre seemed to take charge with the situation. Der remained on edge, gripping then handle of his weapon and watching cautiously should anything take a turn for the worse.

[b]”You may enter, but the humans have to empty their pockets.”[/b] Brud slowly rose back to a stand. He was confident that his extortion would be effective, because if these folk turned to violence they would have to enter through another gate. And that was not a good idea for strangers.
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[h3]Dante’s Run
 Fito’s Ferry
[sub]Evening - - [color=ADD8E6]Raining[/color][/sub][/h3]
   Cast: [@Yankee], [color=DEB887]Yrga[/color], Comoita Men
    Possible Checks: Commerce, Karma[hr]
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The orcess huffed and grunted as each of Barb's words met her ears, and her own brown eyes narrowed past youngest Comoita to the tiny fiend that schmoozed more money from him again. [color=DEB887]“You're not going to make it here with your coinpurse so loose.”[/color] her right hand opens and her cheek slaps into the palm, and stared straight to Barbatos with a stiff expression.


[color=DEB887]“That fat oaf isn't ever busy -- I'm sure there's a patch of wood in his office that bows inward right where his lazy rump sits, I'd bet on it even. But . . .”[/color] Yrga bounced her shoulders up into a shrug as interest in such a topic held little interest to her. But Barb did seem very pushy about it, she was even using [i]that tone[/i]. A collector such as herself was used to devious types, but Barb did not color himself as such, so she trusted him just a little more than the rest of his ilk.

[color=DEB887]“I can’t get you in with him, but I do know someone who can.[/color]” She grumbles out as her hand slowly drifted behind her and unclasps the satchel fastened right above her ass. The green-skinned digits fiddle around for a few moments before finally she pulls something out and sets it upon the table between herself and Barbatos. Yrga stares down at the roughly hewn iron key, small bite marks present throughout every inch of it.

[color=DEB887]“That /there/ is a black key. Know what it’s for?”[/color] The look of exaggerated glee upon the orc’s face was quite comical, tusks pressing into her lower lip and upturning at the corners. [color=DEB887]“A door. What door though, maybe Rooster knows —- he is the don’s favorite after all.”[/color]