conversations: human
conversations:  You are sitting in the local tavern in the city of Aghn Myrr... It is fairly full and the chattering of the locals is thick in the air. One topic seems to be the focus of the majority of the conversations.
conversations: Flynn Cass:
conversations: human
conversations:  Tarn attempts to hear one of the conversations. He pushes his chair back ever so slightly toward the table behind him.
conversations: ChuckGrunt:
conversations: human
conversations:  Tarn rolls a listen check (25) and hears mutters of an evil sorcerer whose foul creations have plagued the land for the last fortnight.
conversations: Flynn Cass:
conversations: human
conversations:  Interested, Tarn leans in closer and asks: "What has this sorcerer been up to lately?"
conversations: ChuckGrunt:
conversations: human
conversations:  The commoner looks you up and down with a sneer on his face.
  "And who is you that should care so much?" The peasant is obviously upset with you for eaves dropping and interrupting his conversation
conversations: Flynn Cass:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Just an interested traveler, I did not mean to upset you, but, if you wouldn't mind telling me, it would be an interesting story to hear, maybe over a couple drinks?" and after a moment: "On me?"
conversations: ChuckGrunt:
conversations: human
conversations:  Glad of an audience and even more glad of free ale the commoner nods to one of the empty seats and proceeds to spin Tarn a tale. "Well, from me friends own mouth, the evil evil sorcerer has been up to naught but ill. He has been summoning evil beasties." The commoner stops to take a long draw from his flagon.
conversations: Flynn Cass:
conversations: human
conversations:  "What kind of..." Tarn pauses, shrugs and says: "beasties?"
conversations: ChuckGrunt:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Oh all sorts, all sorts. Me friend says he has seen giant wolves roaming the land, and I swear by my mothers graves that i seen the dead walk again." The commoner looks a little shaken and takes another slightly longer drink.
conversations: Flynn Cass:
conversations: human
conversations:  Tarn smiles comfortingly, remembering the stories that he was told as a boy. "It's okay, my friend. Do you have any information on the whereabouts of this sorcerers lair? How powerful he is?" Tarn takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly thinking:  What am I getting myself into? 
conversations: ChuckGrunt:
conversations: human
conversations:  "I know not where he lairs, or how mighty he be. I do know one person who could help you though." The peasant looks around shiftily. "His help don't come cheap though." Finishing his ale he signals the barmaid for another
conversations: Flynn Cass:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Where would I find this man?" Tarn sets his hand in his belt pouch, feeling the money contained within.
conversations: ChuckGrunt:
conversations: human
conversations:  "By my reckoning the jail... in one of the darkest holes you can imagine. He is a thief, and he stepped on the toes of the city guard one too many times." Chuckling the commoner gets up and thanks you for the drinks. "I hope my story caught your fancy."
conversations: Flynn Cass:
conversations: human
conversations:  Tarn rolls his eyes and absently thanks the man.  Why are all the helpful men criminals?  he asks himself as he gets up to pay his tab.  Looks like there's  a trip to prison in my near future. 
conversations: ChuckGrunt:
conversations: human
conversations:  As you move towards the barman to pay the bill, another man catches your eye, looking at the empty seats he motions you to the table.
conversations: Flynn Cass:
conversations: human
conversations:  Tarn glances around. Seeing no one else the man could be beckoning, he makes his way over to the mans table and takes the seat. "Is there something pressing you wanted? I was about to leave."
conversations: ChuckGrunt:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Aye, I have a bit of information you might be wanting." The man looks at your coin pouch.
conversations: Flynn Cass:
conversations: human
conversations:  Does everyone in this town have their hands open?  He asks himself before sliding ten gold across the table.
conversations: ChuckGrunt:
conversations: human
conversations:  "One of the guards is a wee bit corrupt and will bail any prisoner out for the right price. If you be wanting his name it will be another five gold ones. Otherwise you mighten end up in jail yourself."
conversations: Flynn Cass:
conversations: human
conversations:  Tarn frowns. "Business is Business is..." he lets his voice trail off and plucks the money out of his belt pouch.
conversations: ChuckGrunt:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Aye and we both be in the business of business. The mans name is Fregdar. He's on duty anywhere from the deep of night till the first light hits the sky. A pleasure doing business with you sir. Enjoy your adventure." The man gets up and leaves the bar.
conversations: Flynn Cass:
conversations: human
conversations:  Tarn pays his tab and walks out into the street and glances at the sky, trying to guess the time.
conversations: ChuckGrunt:
conversations: human
conversations:  Tarn notices that the sun is just disappearing over the horizon. The city guard post is about a quarter of a mile away.
conversations: Flynn Cass:
conversations: human
conversations:  He stars making his way toward it, wondering how, even with the name of the guard, he is going to find him without being suspicious.
conversations: ChuckGrunt:
conversations: human
conversations:  As you head towards the guard post somebody rushes past you and you hear a rather large clank on the ground. As the figure bumps into you and continues on you notice that he is wearing fairly heavy armor.
conversations: Flynn Cass:
conversations: human
conversations:  Tarn looks around for the source of the clang. He thinks it might have been the man's armor, but its worth the look. Any pick me up waiting around, he has found, is better kept in his possession.
conversations: ChuckGrunt:
conversations: human
conversations:  Tarn sees (search 9) a sword laying on the ground and notices that the handle is engraved with the city's ensignia
conversations: Flynn Cass:
conversations: human
conversations:  He picks it up and hurry's after the man, hoping to return the fallen sword to the city guard. He hopes this guard may be happy enough with him to answer a question.
conversations: ChuckGrunt:
conversations: human
conversations:  You eventually catch up to the guard, but he has already reported for duty. Taking one look at you and seeing his missing sword, he exclaims "Thief!!!", several other guards make there way towards you
conversations: Flynn Cass:
conversations: human
conversations:  Tarn throws his hands above his head, dropping the sword in the process. He turns in a circle, frustrated.
  Turning back to the guard, he says: "I am no thief, you dropped your sword and I thought to return it. Is the presence of civilian help so scarce that every man caught with a dropped possession a thief?"
conversations: ChuckGrunt:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Only if, that man appears to be a wanderer. And I thank you for returning it, although i still doubt your intentions." taking another look at you, the man smiles and holds out his hand. "My name is Fredgar. Sorry for my assumptions, but in these dark times one can never know who is to be trusted or not."
conversations: Flynn Cass:
conversations: human
conversations:  Tarn takes the offered hand and shakes in lively. He hands the sword back to Fredgar. I am sorry for going off on you like that, from what I've seen of your town so far, well, the least I can say is I'm not impressed."  Funny you should say that, Tarn, considering what you're about to ask this man for.  He thinks.
conversations: ChuckGrunt:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Well to tell you true, were are not located ideally for our current situation, and sadly the guard has more enemies then friends." Fredgar looks forlorn and looks at his sword a reminder of what the city once was.
conversations: Flynn Cass:
conversations: human
conversations:  "I'm afraid I must ask of you something that may make this city a bit more..." Tarn searches for the right word. "... corrupt." Tarn leans in and whispers: "I heard one would come to you for certain... arrangements to be made."
conversations: ChuckGrunt:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Who? What are they in for? And why do you want them sprung?" Fredgar shakes his head and looks sullenly at the ground.
conversations: Flynn Cass:
conversations: human
conversations:  "I didn't catch a name, but, the man is a thief of some caliber, I am told. I am looking for a little help on a... matter that requires my attention."
conversations: ChuckGrunt:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Well we have a lot of the scoundrals, and many more to catch, i suppose one more free or not doesn't really matter. Any distinguishing features?"
conversations: Flynn Cass:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Unfortunately, nay, I cannot tell you any more about him other than he, to quote a source: 'stepped on the toes of the city guard one too many times.' "
conversations: ChuckGrunt:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Oh that one, well yes that would be a kind way to describe him. In reality he bothered us to no end, and up until quite recently he was untouchable, but he finally slipped up and we got him." Fredgar smiles with the reminisince. "There is only one problem with bailing him." Fredgar takes a much more serious tone.
conversations: Flynn Cass:
conversations: human
conversations:  Tarn blows a sigh: "Always a catch, isn't there?" He chuckles. "What is it?"
conversations: ChuckGrunt:
conversations: human
conversations:  "He, Vesan, is set to be executed in the morning."
conversations: Flynn Cass:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Of course, of course." Tarn shuffles his feet. "Can you do it?"
conversations: ChuckGrunt:
conversations: human
conversations:  Shuffling his feet. "Well yes and no. I can free him, but somebody who looks an awful lot like him is going to need to be on the guillotine before the sun reaches its zenith."
conversations: Flynn Cass:
conversations: human
conversations:  "You know anyone? I'm sorry, but, this man may be my only... lead."
conversations: ChuckGrunt:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Well what are you investigating, as a town guard I know an awful lot about the people who live here."
conversations: Flynn Cass:
conversations: human
conversations:  "I heard stories of some evil sorcerer. Been summoning stuff, undead. You heard anything about that?"
conversations: ChuckGrunt:
conversations: human
conversations:  Laughing Fredgar looks at you. "Oh yeah i know more then your rogue friend in fact i know almost everything you need. Tell you what meet me at the bar tomorrow night and i'll tell you everything."
conversations: Flynn Cass: