RE: Wizard Detective
03-28-2017, 07:45 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-28-2017, 10:12 AM by BreadProduct.)
Morgan looks at a piece of drift board that's been written on with a grease pencil pretending to be a menu, half of it is illegible. "What's today's special?" The portly man stares into space, seemingly lost in thought. When the cook yells out from the back "TODAY'S SPECIAL IS MEAT PIE, DON'T MIND HIM IT'S BEEN A LONG DAY!" The cook heard Morgan from way back there? When he didn't hear the bartender yelling from around the same place? Something doesn't seem right here. She takes another look at the customers. No one has been served and all of them are glaring at her. Can she just leave? Will they let her? She isn't the fastest but the door out is only 15 feet away. If she darts out now she will likely get outside before anyone can even get out of their seats. Morgan can see one, two no three crossbows. She can't outrun a crossbow. If she has to stop to open the door that should be enough time to get shot in the back.
The bartender places a meat pie in front of Morgan. "We will be closing up for today so this'll be free of charge if you take it to go." Morgan looks up at the bartender who has a strained urgency in his face. Morgan looks at the bartender with concern, the bartender whispers under his fluffy mustache. "I'll be fine, just go." Morgan nods, No one in particular jumps to the floor already walking towards the exit. "Thank you for the free meal, I'll be on my way then." Her heart sinks at the though of leaving this guy alone, She wants to help but she will be useless dead. She stands up, walks to the exit, gets to the door opens it and leaves.
She keeps walking until the realization that she forgot the meat pie. But that's okay she isn't hungry anymore. Morgan promises herself that she will investigate what was going on there and heads back to the carpenter shop. Suddenly the terrible looking couch looks more appealing, she sure could use a soft place to lie down.
On the way Morgan thinks back to inside 'The Dusty Shrew.' What does she remember? It was understaffed, where were they? In the back? Was that really the cook? The people sitting at the tables where all wearing similar garb. Dark clothing. Premeditated? An organized group? She needs to know more, No one in particular rubs against Morgan's legs. She picks her familiar up with a serious look on here face. "I have a job for you." And casts Jump on her familiar.
No one in particular runs across Morgan's arm and jumps off her shoulder travelling an impressive distance. Landing on the ground gracefully and scurries back towards 'The Dusty Shrew.' She cannot let her master down, weasel or no weasel. Morgan closes an eye and covers an ear as she continues on her way. Channeling her closed senses to her familiar to see and hear what No one in particular does.
It's getting dark, No worries about her master. But No has a job to do and Masters will be done. With mighty fuzzy determination she scurries around side 'The Dusty Shrew' and up a tree. It's a bit far, but there is an open window. Perfect. No gives herself a running start and leaps. She makes it just in time for the spell to wear off. No looks inside, nobody is looking at her, good. There is a support beam nearby, good for sneaking. She moves closer and closer until she is right above the group of the so called customers, perfect eaves dropping distance.
"Did they take the bait?" Says one of the men garbed in black. The bartender is placing drinks on the table. "Yes it should be here within the week. If they don't die of course." One of the garbed men ushers the bartender to leave, he does so with swift obedience returning through a door and into the back. No can feel Morgan's curiosity. What is back there?
Morgan and the old lady is hauling a couch reminiscent of a flower garden invaded by fish onto a rented wagon. From behind a familiar voice is heard spoken in Dwarven "That be the ugliest couch I have ever seen." Morgan startled by this accidentally breaks connection with No one in particular. She looks over, it's Logan, The dwarf with all the barnacles on his armor. "We need teh talk."
The bartender places a meat pie in front of Morgan. "We will be closing up for today so this'll be free of charge if you take it to go." Morgan looks up at the bartender who has a strained urgency in his face. Morgan looks at the bartender with concern, the bartender whispers under his fluffy mustache. "I'll be fine, just go." Morgan nods, No one in particular jumps to the floor already walking towards the exit. "Thank you for the free meal, I'll be on my way then." Her heart sinks at the though of leaving this guy alone, She wants to help but she will be useless dead. She stands up, walks to the exit, gets to the door opens it and leaves.
She keeps walking until the realization that she forgot the meat pie. But that's okay she isn't hungry anymore. Morgan promises herself that she will investigate what was going on there and heads back to the carpenter shop. Suddenly the terrible looking couch looks more appealing, she sure could use a soft place to lie down.
On the way Morgan thinks back to inside 'The Dusty Shrew.' What does she remember? It was understaffed, where were they? In the back? Was that really the cook? The people sitting at the tables where all wearing similar garb. Dark clothing. Premeditated? An organized group? She needs to know more, No one in particular rubs against Morgan's legs. She picks her familiar up with a serious look on here face. "I have a job for you." And casts Jump on her familiar.
No one in particular runs across Morgan's arm and jumps off her shoulder travelling an impressive distance. Landing on the ground gracefully and scurries back towards 'The Dusty Shrew.' She cannot let her master down, weasel or no weasel. Morgan closes an eye and covers an ear as she continues on her way. Channeling her closed senses to her familiar to see and hear what No one in particular does.
It's getting dark, No worries about her master. But No has a job to do and Masters will be done. With mighty fuzzy determination she scurries around side 'The Dusty Shrew' and up a tree. It's a bit far, but there is an open window. Perfect. No gives herself a running start and leaps. She makes it just in time for the spell to wear off. No looks inside, nobody is looking at her, good. There is a support beam nearby, good for sneaking. She moves closer and closer until she is right above the group of the so called customers, perfect eaves dropping distance.
"Did they take the bait?" Says one of the men garbed in black. The bartender is placing drinks on the table. "Yes it should be here within the week. If they don't die of course." One of the garbed men ushers the bartender to leave, he does so with swift obedience returning through a door and into the back. No can feel Morgan's curiosity. What is back there?
Morgan and the old lady is hauling a couch reminiscent of a flower garden invaded by fish onto a rented wagon. From behind a familiar voice is heard spoken in Dwarven "That be the ugliest couch I have ever seen." Morgan startled by this accidentally breaks connection with No one in particular. She looks over, it's Logan, The dwarf with all the barnacles on his armor. "We need teh talk."