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Having dinner in Mr. Garrick's estate ? Even if the food here would just be half as expensive and good-looking as the building itself, this would be the greatest meal he'd ever had. The thought lifted Mardyn's mood significantly and it was clearly visible on his face for a small number of moments if one paid any attention to him. However... what if Mr. Garrick had a poisoner mapped to an equally lavish entry in his payroll ? One could pick people by hand for a lot of reasons, as many malicious as benign probably. Fortunately though for the goliath this kind of random thought had not much of an opportunity to last as it now was his turn to state any questions.

The others had already eliminated some of the items on Mardyn's list, so he wondered if his first inquiry should actually be something along the lines of whether Mr. Garrick would prefer him asking questions still sitting on the floor or standing upright, inevitably staring down at the man.

What a stupid idea! The protest of the more strictly rational part of Mardyn's mind was quick and resolute. If their employer was susceptible to even the slightest bit of discomfort caused by an imposing individual, how would he then be able to handle the plethora of large creatures in his backyard ? Something told the goliath that a dozen griffons and a phoenix were neither the first nor the only thing this Mr. Garrick was dealing with. This, in fact, was even related to the first question he'd actually put up.

With his scalp having approached the supporting beams of the ceiling almost to the point of touching them, Mardyn addressed Mr. Garrick with a calm tone: "I would like to ask whether any and if so, how many of your personnel will accompany us. Maybe this is not the first time you send people on this route and you got some kind of dedicated, experienced expert for flora, fauna and the like ? Just as an example."

Please tell me that this elf won't come with us! Please tell me that behind his pointy ears he's a sickly man with a weak heart and an obsession with cleaning he'd never be able to maintain in a desert! I don't like him, even if it's just my mere intuition and maybe he's a very nice person!

"There will be four of my men in total, which makes eleven of y'all. I mentioned it a bit earlier but there will be two experts for the hippogriffs, and they've been on many drives before so they'll probably be able to keep you fairly on the right path. The other two are wagon drivers. Oh one of thems is a cook by the way, so that's covered too. Between all of you, that's about three hippogriffs per person, plus the phoenix, so y'all ought to be alright. As for experts in flora and fauna, well... I'm sure the alchemist knows a bit given how many tinctures they tend to use. My men all know the basics for survival so I suppose between all of you, you've got a fair bit of knowledge. I know a few of you travel by yourselves fairly regularly so surely you've got some useful knowledge in that area."

Two wagon drivers ? If one added the one person of the party who had mentioned having a wagon as well that were three in total. Mardyn was really not experienced in terms of long, complicated travels that involved more individuals than his mere self, but that appeared to be a little on the short side for comfort.

"If I'm not mistaken that makes three wagons in total or some have to be driven by people who are no dedicated drivers. Most of that space will probably be occupied by our living cargo and supplies. I assume the remainer will be left to make the journey on foot ? Nothing against it, just asking."

Mardyn shrugged his tremendous shoulders slightly. It really was more a question out of pure interest, but on the other hand there certainly was the possibility that there'd be somebody whose capability to fight or make proper decisions in a dangerous situation would be impaired by the lack of comfort.

"Unless you've brought your own transport, then I suppose so. Of course you're always free to grab something before y'all leave. I'm not against you all bringing your own comforts on the trip, it's going to be a very long journey and anything to make it easier is hardly worth protesting, but given that I'm paying you a substantial sum of money I'm not going to just... Provide everything you could possibly need. I may be wealthy, but even I have my limits, hm?" He chuckled a bit.

"I'm providing all of the food you will need, along with water rations, and tents for each of you. Whatever other luxuries you require are your responsibility."

Well, that response was a little more harsh than Mardyn had anticipated. However it wasn't like he had come entirely unprepared for this, so his next question was clearly aimed and squeezing some more information about their employer out of the latter. Maybe even some information Mr. Garrick was not all too easy with sharing:

"Well, I have one more item on my list: How did it happen that you found us, or rather that we managed to attract your attention in the first place ? I mean... it hasn't been exactly like there would have been an overabundance of posters and pamphlets for the job hanging around, and as far as I can remember at least I did not reach out proactively to you either. So, just for a bit of mutual trust, may I ask what kind of elaborate network I've trapped into that alerted you so efficiently about my existence and potential suitability for the task at hand ?"

The old man gave him a deadpan stare for a moment, as if trying to process his question. His face was struggling to remain neutral but his eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion while he formed his response.

"Well lad, there was no 'elaborate network,' for one thing. I simply asked around my circle of acquaintances. I told them the sort of people I was looking for, they had worked with you before on some sort of job- I believe it was guarding a marriage or some such -and recommended you to me. I asked around a bit more to get an idea of your work history and then sent off a letter once I was confident in your abilities, and it was a similar circumstance for the rest of you as well. There was nothing efficient about it, let me tell you. I've been searching around and planning this journey for months. Word of mouth, my boy. That's all it was."

Now it was Mardyn's turn to grant himself some processing time, but rather not for Mr. Garrick's answer but how the man could actually see any difference between a 'circle of acquaintances' and a network like he imagined it. After some noticeable amount of time, the goliath came to the conclusion that there simply was none. He did not bother with telling Mr. Garrick however for it really hardly was much of an issue. The whole point of the question had been his interest and desire to see whether Mr. Garrick would be willing to gain his trust and actually provide a reply that made sense.

It did, everything else was nitpicking about details.

"My boy ? Okay. Well, let's see what your boy can do for you." Mardyn said with a grin. "I do not have any further questions at this point. Thank you."

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Retainers... retainers... retainers ?! That word alone probably would have been a far cry from being enough to trigger Lorcan's anger, and Emmaline's act of degrading him to a mere 'jester' could also be excused by the fact that she had indeed tried to get them out of trouble, but the Skayleigh's opinion was biased. She had tried things her way in the most reckless fashion imaginable before, so what the woman had done now felt more like a repetition of that than it really was.

Or, in other words, Lorcan was looking neither like a jester nor like a humble follower when he went after Emmaline's steps for the next couple of seconds, but his looks would have been more acceptable for the role of a maddened harlequin whose part of the overall performance was to murder the king and shove his still warm body down from the stage and into the audience. He would have lied by stating that he was not waiting for her to utterly fail with her kind of approach.

The larger part of Lorcan's irritation fell victim to oblivion though once he spotted that the Umbrico Soldati had some decent comfort to offer. After dozens of miles walking, the thing falling from the sky and the encounter with the bandits this was very much like the kind of change he needed. It would put a severe strain on his pocket, but maybe Raddek's friend would indeed be able to... 'manage' ? The other question was though how their de-facto leader did happen to have just the right kind of friend at the right spot in the first place. Maybe this was just a bit of paranoia, but Lorcan thought it certainly was good to never forget that the majority of the party was here for one reason alone: they had done bad things in the past.

Who could be trusted and who not had been more of a secondary concern as long as everyone's life had been in immediate danger from much more obvious, external sources. Now however that one could expect things to settle down a little bit with a fair degree of reason any malicious nature, human or not, would have the chance to come back to the surface and do its deed. There were predators that did not hesitate from going after their own kind... Therefore, the Skayleigh decided that it would be best to sit with his back not to the open street or the main hall, but as close to a solid piece of building as possible.

Having squeezed himself into what had looked like the piece of furniture better suited for a half-giant than the others, Lorcan observed his surroundings. The place clearly was fascinating, if not even outright luxurious, but still he couldn't do otherwise than to spend most of his time on the people here. What were they doing ? What were they talking ? The influx of unknown dialects and habits was bound to cause a headache, but for the moment the Skayleigh just felt a little safer that way.

Rolls

Perception: 8

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*enviously looks at Poo's new signature*

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And you think a walking tree wouldn't be suspicious?

I mean.... Unless Lorcan stands in a plant pot and someone carries him around?

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@Fetzen

Emmaline - Always thinking of the well being of the group!

@Penny

Seeing as the general opinion about Lorcan is rather constantly deteriorating maybe I should become afraid of the point where she'll deem murdering him during a good night's sleep would be beneficial for said well being ? xD

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@Penny

Lorcan has a plan B to get through those gates -- without paying anything to the guards. The only problem with that plan is that it only works for himself.

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Lorcan feels like a total loss anyway at this point

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If it's about bandit clothing and blood stains it would have been logical to inspect everyone obviously associated with those wearing those items, the whole party so to speak :P

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I had settled for what to try in the post before either writing it down or doing the roll. Then I wrote the post after the roll, not before. So I knew I had to come up with something that would not be very well suited for success. That's why I wrote that comment in the first place. Basically Lorcan is bursting in shit talk.

And like said, so far noone has presented any better alternative :P

Also... Lorcan is convinced about what he says. For him the guard's whole approach is just so horribly superficial it's screaming in his face to be addressed.

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As long as the guards don't attack us, something I clearly can't see any reason for given that Lorcan has only tried to talk to them, we get at least some entertainment for our money.

Also: What would an alternative route have been to 'help them out' ? Would it have been better ?

I'm sorry that my post was doomed to end in failure from the very beginning as I saw that '1' from the guild's dice roller :/