conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: 4th number: About fifty feet from the famous King of Fire tavern in Hareth's Folly is a rickety wooden bridge passing over a deep chasm, the rooftops of Lower Dura visible far below on a clear day. The bridge leads into the side of a massive cylindrical granite tower. At the top are the residences of the aristrocrats of Upper Dura, but you can't get there from here. What you  can  get to is a little neighborhood called The Nook.
  
  The Nook is stone circle about two hundred feet across and twenty high. It was once a landing of a mighty staircase traversing the height of the tower, but centuries ago, stonemasons sealed it off for reasons long-forgotten, leaving no way to access the chamber until some industrious soul knocked a hole in the wall and built a bridge.
  
  Buildings and tents of varying levels of permanence line the outer wall of The Nook, most of them bearing a sign indicating their business. A handful are small-scale restaurants and pubs, each with less than a dozen tables. One purple canvas tent proclaims itself The Uncommon Rose, with a crude sign bearing a motif clearly designed to evoke the vulva of a green-skinned woman. An old gnome sits outside his roofless sheet-metal hut drinking something blue out of a clear glass flask.
  
  A well-dressed half-elf man picks his way past goblin food carts selling eye-on-a-stick and seedy-looking mongrelfolk hawking magical gewgaws, heading toward the most solid building in The Nook-- a two-story oak construction with a brass plaque nailed above the door:  FINDLAY&amp;KITTON , it reads,  FOR HIRE.  He opens the door and steps inside.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Systole: Kitton sits at his desk, perusing a relatively recent tome on the summoning and binding of devils.   "Stuff and nonsense!"  he mutters.   "Utter, utter stuff and nonsense!  Archmage Garibaldi has his head firmly planted in his backside if he thinks for one moment that any self-respecting denizen of hell...llo, sir!  How may Mssrs. Findlay and Kitton help you today?"  he finishes brightly, as the bell above the door tinkles and the half-elf steps inside.
  
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     L. Kitton   
    AC:  11 (10 flat-footed, 11 touch)
   HP:  14/14
   CMB:  +1  CMD:  12
   Fort:  +1  Reflex:  +1  Will:  +2
  
   Perception:  +6
   Initiative:  +3
   Arcane bolt:  8/8, 1d4+1
   Spells/day (1st):  6/6, DC 15*
  
   Current Weapon in Hand:  None
   Current Conditions in Effect: None 
   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: 4th number: "Yes, I had heard from... someone I know... that you... gentlemen... can research certain... issues?"  He seems very uncomfortable being here.  "Personal issues, that is. With, er, discretion." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Systole: "Of course, sir!  Discretion is our middle name.  Well, our watchword, in any event.  We handle everything from abyssal incursions to zombified housewives, all at very reasonable prices.  My partner has stepped out for a moment, but please, have a seat, and tell me what seems to be troubling you."
   
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     L. Kitton   
    AC:  11 (10 flat-footed, 11 touch)
   HP:  14/14
   CMB:  +1  CMD:  12
   Fort:  +1  Reflex:  +1  Will:  +2
  
   Perception:  +6
   Initiative:  +3
   Arcane bolt:  8/8, 1d4+1
   Spells/day (1st):  6/6, DC 15*
  
   Current Weapon in Hand:  None
   Current Conditions in Effect: None 
   