As the party unwinds and eats, Xarius mostly relaxes and watches the environs, only stirring when Mona’s hand ventures so close to someplace tender. The redheaded mage seems unabashed at getting caught with her hand in the cookie jar, smiling innocently- and when Xarius gently rebukes her, the mage giggles. “Aww, but you’re not on my plate,” Mona returns the lighthearted tease. “But I guess playing would make more sense before cleaning you off my plate than after, unless I was playing with her-” she wriggles her fingers trapped between the feline’s thighs, giving him just a little flutter of sensation down there before he lets the hands go. Chira’s watching- and snorts lightly, opting to not tease the paladin for his moment of inattention. It wasn’t like the feline didn’t have anything more important on his mind, either, looking around. This place definitely seems like an upscale restaurant by the dress of the clientele, he and his friends were slightly out of place. It wasn’t the classiest place Xarius had ever seen, but for a rough and tumble town like this it was probably the best there was within a few hundred miles. The other impression he gets is that there’s a lot- a lot- of business being conducted semi-openly. He doesn’t see much in the way of gold being exchanged at the table, but a lot of somewhat tense seeming men and women are having terse discussions over tables of food and then exchanging formal handshakes before leaving separately, that sort of thing. This is probably where to go to people-watch, and only Xarius’s unfamiliarity with the island prevents him from seeing a lot of things that would be of great interest to law enforcement, if only law enforcement… existed.<br/><br/>((Xarius rolls a 15 on a straight up INT check, with no valid knowledge skills. Gets a little info- this definitely feels like ‘neutral ground’ for the rich and powerful to have discussions they don’t need to keep secret, and to make deals in view of the public.))<br/><br/>With his eyes having taken in the bar- including a few well dressed, large men heading into a private back room thoughtfully kept well above the high waterline- Xarius lets his magical senses do a little bit of work. Sweeping his ąr̛can҉e͞ ̨gaz̶e around the bar, he finds… well, a few dim a͠͠ų̷̛́r̸̛͘͝a̸̡͟s̴̷̨ ̷͢portending something having been around in the past, mostly at the bar. Some of the other people at other tables are giving off f͞҉a̸͞i͡͏n̕͡t̷̀҉ ͏̢è̵v̷̨̨i̸̛l ̶̕au̵̴̡r̢̨͡ás͢͡- nothing too concerning just yet. Heck, Mona herself’s giving off a faint evil aura, come to that! There’s one person in a shadowy corner giving off a bit stronger aura, but still not one any stronger than what Xarius’s evil counterpart would be sensing if that hypothetical person cast detect good in his direction. T͋ͭ͏̯͓̞̬̳ͅu͙̣̝͈̬̍ͦr̩̣͈̟̤̦̝ͩ͑ͮͬͧͦͨn̡̼̫͐i͉̖̘͚͉͎̐̕n̵͙̦͊̍̚ͅg͈̳͙̱͠ ͙̉̂ͦͪḧ͙͖̪̣̓ͨͣ̆ë͖͚͙ ļ͍̬̰̇̈̆͛ͫ͗̒ò͍̯͎̩̤o̯͔̻̙̗̟ͯͩͥͅk̳̦̻̙͍͛̐͐̐ͬs̸͍ ̦̯̫̤̯̾͛̊ͭp̠̬̟̜̤̰ͤ̉͊̔͒̆a̗̺ͦ͊͐̽͌̉̽ș̪̐̒̈́̅ͣ̐ͣt͈ͪ͢ ̙͍̳̣̣͘Ḍ͐̅e̩͈̱͉͂l̲̣̲̠̥͉̫̀í̶̪ͤ̀ͮ̾a͓͙ͤ̊ͬͭ̽̒̚͢ ̯̳͓̯͖̼͞ạ̄̉́ǹ̨̠̜̳̐̓͒d̮͙̯͔ͮͧ͑ͩ ̠̟̜̂͒͘ṣ͉͙̪̏̊̊͐ͨ͝ͅĕ̱̘͖̤̿̄̆̿̈̌e̪̖͓͒s̩̺̎͊͠ ̸̞̆a͂҉̠n͓͍͈̭͉̻̊̄̀̑̓ͪ ̈́̔ọ͕ͫv̴ͩ̾ͧe̡͂̓̀̅̐̅r̯̙̮̘̘͝w̤̖ͬ̓̒̋̍ͅh̪̺̥̫̓͢e̘̭̝͍ͦ̎̅ͪ̌l̖̿̌ͩm̮̤i̪̋̉͌̂̍͘n̩ͮͧͬ̅g̣̮̖͕͛̌ͣ̀ ̼ͬ̆ͭ̂̕a̶̱͛͌͌ủ͇ͦ̽ͤͬr̳̖̄a̶͕̭<br/><br/>o̸͈̠͉͚ͣ̇͆̍ͮͧͭͤ̓ͤ̐̕͞f̷̛̭̪̬̯̟̹͖̰̺̗͖̻̖̘̟̘̜̹̃ͪ̋̉̍͒̈̃ͥ͝ ͖̠͖̼̪̣̫̹͇͖͎̼̝̪̯̮̓ͦ͆̀̍͑͠͡e̓̀̓̾́̍͗̾ͤ̂̾̔͑̐͛̎̀͝҉̩̯͔͚̯̠̺͔͜v̸̷̟͉̫̺̝͔̝̘̬̳͍̄͋͂́ͥͅi̧̺̳̖̗̺͈̳͉͍̝̼̟̜̟̙͎̜̎̓ͨ͑ͪ̒ͪͮ̍ͦ̈́͂ͩ̆̑͌͠ľ̨̮͕͈̮̹͍̯̺̰̟̭̩͖̖͔̯̬̏ͫ͂ͭ͐ͪ̉̓͟ͅ ̋͂̑̄͋̒͞҉̙̳̲̫̙̭̜͔̯͕͍̠ä̴̵̢̛̟̱̱̭͓̲̯̘͉́͑ͦ̂̐ͤ͊̌̈ͨ͐̆̔̽ͦ͜ͅn̴̷̨͉̞̺̜̤ͤͮ̊͢͞d̴̛̙̼̠̜͈̫͕͚͉̖̖̼̗͕̤̘̤ͯ̀̂́̓̿ͧ̓͒͊̂̅͗̈͗͐͠͞ͅ ̜̞̮̜̱̻͚͖̮̗̖̦ͯ̓͒ͪ͘͝͡͠ͅḧ̶̻̜̘̭͈́̉̉̉͊̌̋̔̏̏̈́ͫ͞͡ͅi̵̞̣̞̭̤̗̯̘̼͚̮̫͉̜͍̥̝̮ͫ͂͐́͐͂́̓͋̈́ͤ̓ͥ͆̆͜͠s̢͇̭͓͇̲̗̮̯̮͕͍̖̱̅̎̾͛̌̐̐̇̉͌̏͆ ̖̭̣̝ͬ͂̀͑̀͗́̂̅ͣ̓͋̊̊͟͡͡h̷̛͇̻̱͈̗̲̘͍͙͉͙̼̰ͫ̽ͪ̌ͮͨ͘͘e̵͆ͥ͌ͬ̀͐̿̂ͪ̍ͬ̐̀҉̨̞͚̗̗̣̪͖̖̘̩͡ǎ̧͚͓͈̖̯̰͍͎̬̞̄ͨͭ̈́̓̀̃̅̋̄̐ͦ̾͋̎̈́͝͞͠d̹̩̱̝̭͑̋ͩ̌͒ͤ̃͛̅ͤ̔ͬ͛̍̈̀̇̈ͬ́͢ ̸̷̷̷͎̮͉͕̜͖̰̦̠̤͎̝͇̥̞͔̥ͣ͊ͨ͌̍͐ͦ̉̓͒ͭ͊͟ͅs̽͛̈͂ͪ̆͑̑̓̇ͦͧͯ҉̰̳͎̜̮͓̗͔͈̬̼̬̝́͟͡t̛̝͔̰̦̝̞͓ͤ̐̈ͪ̅̏ͩ͐ͨ͂͐ͯ̃̈́ͫ́͢͝å̷̡̡̮͈̩͕̙̫͈̪̗͔͕̦͉͍̟͉ͯ̊̀͋̅ͩͨ̆͛ͤ̃͑̆̉͑̿ͬŗ̶̟̹̰̞͍̺͈͈̳̖̉̑͌̈́̒ͮ̇̕t̴̨̛̳͎͉̬̖̝͆ͨ̂̋͜͞ͅs̴̸̬̙̙̟̳̟̠̥̺͓̭̹͌̏ͪ̋͆͒͐̓ͯ͗ͣ͌̃ͥ̋̌̅̚͘̕ ̷̐ͮͦ̃̾͏̹̠͓̞̗̰͘͡t̢̺̥͈̙͔͉̗̟̟͕̲̟̼͕̼̱̪͓͊̔͗͒ͭͤ̄̊͆ͬ̔́̚ò̷͈͍̺͉̬̠͙̟̤̬ͤ̈ͧ́͜͢͝ ̵̷̨̻̠̺͍͉̮̝̰̝͚̞̆̃̇̎̍́͢h̝͍̠̳̬̤̉ͮ̈́ͣ͗ͤ̈ͭ̔̇̂̾́̚͡ͅuͬ̋͋ͥͨ̇ͯ̈̿̑ͬ̈ͧ̒͌͐̏ͯ͗͏̯̜̻͙̤̪͇̲̩͕̘̬̥̣͉̣̰̣͠r̶̨͓̮͓̥̳͍̼͎̠͙̝̳͔̙̦͈̦̜̓ͩ͂̋͌̐͢͢͠ͅt̸̶̞͚̦̩͓͚̝̮̙̹ͧ̍̉ͨ̅͡͞ͅ ̋͒̌̈́̈́ͦ͆ͪ͗ͪ̿͒͌͏̸̼͎͚̫͓̜̻̺̲̤̫͘͠a̳̙̞̫̫͕̽͛ͬ̏͒̅̉͂ͥ̊̉̾̒̐ͫ̈̚̕͠ͅṋ̷̛̬͇̻̫̬͔̪͓̲̗̐͗ͮ̒̏ͬͥ́͟d̛͉̥̱̲̖̬̟̆̄͌͑͐̿͆̃̈́͌̀ͭ̊̚͟ ̷̯̞̱̱̘̟͈͕͔͔͈̭̣͇͕ͤͦͩ̀̈́ͪͭ̍̓́w̶̸̞͖̯̻͈̲͓̬̫ͭͥͤ̇̄̽͗͛̏ͣͯ̊ͦͧͣ̔̆̄̓͢h̵͇͍̖̝̱̭̺̣͔̖̹͔ͥ̀͊ͯ͋ͫͬ̂͝a̧̘̭̲̥̒͌͊ͮͬ̉̃ͫ̊ͪͥ͛͑ͬͦ̕̕͘͞t̜̳̟̙̠̱̗̫͎̞̜̟̯ͯ͌̔̑̌͟͠ ̢̭͈̞̖͍̩̼̠̻̹̩͉̣͓̯̥̦͚̈̔̍ͤ͒ͭͫ̐ͧ̓̚̕d̵̸̖͓̙͖͚̆̈͂̍͒̌ͭ̇ͭ̎̓͊̋͠i̷̵̮̻̭̬͆ͮ̾̂͢͝͡d̶̨̰̺̻̗̮͔̟̥̣̼͔̏͆ͬͩ̌͆̊̊̆͘ ̒́ͩ̇͆́́ͥ̔̾͑ͭͧ̇̍҉̡͈̭̜̱̲̬̫̯̭͇͙͈̹̼̟̭͠y̬̝̥̪͖̯̮̰͉͚ͫ̐ͤ̐ͪ́͜͜͠o̸ͨͪͬ̽ͪͨ̉̋̆̄ͦ̒͞҉̞̲̙̮̫̟̩̖̩͉̥͈͎͕̘u̾̎ͦͯ͊ͮͮͫ͆̓̚̕͏̼̱͖̟͔̰̫͎͉͉͉͓̮̯͕̲́͝ ̵̟̞̲̮̗̝̞̘̬͉̬̩ͯ̂ͧ̑̔͐́ͩ̇̚̕͝d̸̸̡̧͈̞̺̤̻̹̒͌ͩ͗͒̔ͥ̈͛̾ͯ͜o̶̴̧͓̺͈͎̮̩̤̞̝̖̙͚͔̺̺̠ͪͨ̇̿ͭ̅̄̾ͩͣ̂͐̾ͩ̽ͯ̇ͩ͊̀͘ ̷̰͈̝̘̣͈̞̽͋ͤ̒̽̾ͩͧͩ̔̕͘͜͢w͉͎͎̬̞̙̩̒ͧͬͧͧ͂̐̒͆̂͑ͦ̈́̂͟h̢̲̰̲̦̲̻̖ͪ̄͌͒ͩ̓̈́ͤ̐̀̓ͮͮ̎͌̒ǎ̙̥̥͙̦͍̫̫̼͉̟̤̭̫͓̼͓̈́͋́̏̈̇̓̉ͣ̄̊̄͒͟͢ť̷̢̡̼̪̫͖͉͔̳͖͈̩̲̒̎͐ ̢̎̓͌͆̐̇̊ͤ̃ͫͥͮ̀̉̆̋̃̚͘҉͇͈̞̜̝̱͉̭͈͇ͅḩ̷̘̥̫̹͇̟̾͛̅̇ͩͮ́̋̋ͭͬ̓́̒̍̿́ͪ̚͝ą̸̸̣̠͎̹̖̗̻͚̓ͫ̃̅́̈̊̌͑v́͋ͤ̈̃͐̈́̿̄ͮͤͤ̈͜͏̥̞̣̭͙̥̦̮̖̱e͖̙͙̭̪͓͕͖̣̣̻͓̖͎͈̻̝͕̯̅͆̓ͮͫͤ̆̊̏ͣ̂͗ͭ̊͑̈ͥ̄̕̕͜͜ ̸̤͓͍̲̬̳̮͋̈́͂ͯ̈͗͐̂͊ͪ̏͒ͪ́́́͟ͅy̴̧̟͔̪̮̺̳̠̎ͨ̉̽̋ͦͣ̍͂ͨ̄̏̓̎͂ͨ̕͟o̵̧̢̱̜̣̫̒̂̉͊̋̿̀͐ͨ̀ủ̟̪̩̫̜̯ͧͯ͑ͫ̈̆ͮ̅ͦͫ̇̏͋̄̆̅̚͜͠͠͞͠ ̧̇͊̅ͣ͏̢̜̲̺͎ḑ̶̨̛̩̩͇̻͔̼͉̺̘͍̲̼̲̖͙̞͈ͫ̏̈́̈̎ͣͧ̐́̓ͥ͛̎̅͑̚o̾͒ͯ̓̔́ͮ̿̾̅͗̀̃ͮͥ̾͂̔̎͠҉̵̡͚̬̮̗̠͖̼̲͇̰͚̙̩̙̖̠n̛̠͖̟̪͖̮͚̝̭̟͖̎ͦͯͭ͐́͘͜e̴͚̹̙̳̤̭͙̯̦̘̰̜͔̪̓̋͐̾ͬ͑ͬͤ̅̊ͩ̈́͝ ̨̭̝͖̟̟̥̯̼ͫ̔̾̌̋͊͊̋̒̇͂̀ͪ̒̀͟͢͟ẇ̡ͪ͒͐̓͊ͨ̄ͬ͒̒͏̢҉̩͍̞̼͉̭̭͙̲͖̗̞̼̳̘͓̙̤̰́h̴̸̨̪̘̥̠ͪ͑̽̽͟ą̄ͨ̄̊͂̋̒̓̊̋͌͌ͮ̋ͦͭ̽͏̡̯͚̟̞̤̥͈͙͈̗̬͔̦̟͚̹̭̮̀͢t̸̢̜̮̯̘̻͊ͮͣ͛ͩ̔ͪ̽̍̇̔ͩ́͠ ͗̑͋ͬ̊̔ͯ̑ͧ̇͋̔ͥͥ̍̕̕͡҉͎̳͚͍͎̤̰͉̙̰̪̪̦ͅd̢̧̥̪̫̰̜̻͍̹̎̒ͭͧ̅ͮ̆ͯ̔͡͞ͅi̸̧͇͉̯͔̰͓̘̱͙͈̝̞̻͎̗͖ͫ͋͛̿̅ͫ̌͋̈ͯͤ́́̚͘d̵̓ͫͣͪ͋̊̂ͭ̒̋͗̏̊̄̚҉̢̹͇̱͉͉͎͙͚̣̼̪̮̭̥̮̜̜̯̀ͅ ̸̢̖̠̪͇̥̜̠̒͛̍̾͂͒͌̈́̒͆͢͟y̨̡̡̛̙͈͇̹͕̰̝̦̻͉̺͙̗̝̺̜ͭͬͨͭ͆̏̓̿̊̋̏̽̅̓̌͑͌̚͜o̶̴̪̖͚̗̭̰͚̥̼̞͕̭̟̰̻͇͓̬̔̀̒ͨ̓̓̊u̷̧̱̪͈̯̗͖̫͇̜͍̰̓͌̓̑ͩͦ̄͂̓ͦͬ̋ͨ̎̄́̃̚͝ͅ ̢̝̤̰͚̥͇̮̤̳̰̤̜̤̗̍ͥ̽̍́̃͒͆͌ͨ̈̊̄ͫ̓ͦ͡͝ͅd̶̷̵̢̮̗͈̥̯̲̠̓͛ͪͣ̏̄̈́͆̔ͦ͊͐̈́ͨͯ͞o͚̬͕̤͇̬͙̠ͨͫ̇͋̄̌̃͛ͣ́ͤ̊̿ͫ̋ͯ͘ͅ ̵̅ͮ̿ͬ̆̈͐̎͑ͨ͂ͦ̒ͯ͠͝͞҉̬̻̹̭̙̘̜̣̳̪̙͓̗͎͙̮̥̞W̸̷̜̤̹̝͍͇̹̗̜͎̮̳̳͇͖̑̀̋̄̉͒̓̎͊̉̆̇̿̑ͭ̀̀͑ͯ̕Ḩ̡̤̟͙̩͙͈̮̖̯͎̙̪̰̗̲̭͓͚͗̇̉͋͐ͫ̀̆̌̏ͪ̊̉͌ͬͭ̂̌ͯ̀͢A̸̍͊ͩ͛ͭ̅͑ͣ͗̐̋̚̚̕͏̩̦̰Ț̠̫̱͗̑͒ͣ̂͑̉̀͋̽̆ͪ̀ͥ͑͟͠͞ ͙̫͎̗̹̮͙̜̺̣̫͈̥̩͓ͯͣ̂ͩ̆͆̓̓͘͟͞H̴̢̙̖͔͖͈̲̯̝̣̮̬̦͓ͨ̑̀̿̈̽̉ͦ̓̚͢ͅͅĄ̴̮͎̗̥̠͉̦̯͕͙̣̙͓͆̓̆̒ͥ̋ͬͮ͋ͣ̎̀̈́̂̚͢V̧͓̟̫͉͎̺͙͓̼͎̯̰̼̤͓̓ͧ͗̊ͩ̈́̂ͪ̌̿͘͝ͅĚ̺̝͙͇̭̜̭͎̞̳̓ͩͩ̔̿̚͘͝ͅ ̧̻̟̳̫͔̻͖͇̔ͥ̽̓̂̈ͥ̏́ͭͧ̈́͋̒́͜Y̶̹͉̬̜̤̬̹̪̼̫̠̳̻͖̥̼̱ͯ̓ͤ́ͣͦ̊̂ͥ̊͊̋̎̿ͬͩ̾̑̀̕͟͝O̸̵̡͉̼̬̫̦̮͙̟͇̥̖̲͓̻̮͇̺̜͊̅ͧ̇ͬ̒ͮ́ͅƯ̧̡̤̥̼̺̮̫̺̟̘̝̤͋ͥ̾ͧ̏͞ ̢̌̐ͯ͗͛͌ͤͭ͂̎ͯ͏̸̗̲̦͓̖͕̮̥̠̝͉̮̲̟̥͍͔̺̻D̨̡̪͉̘̗̳͍͈̻̻ͬ̑͒̋́́͋̽̇̄́Ǒͣ̉͗̆̊̄ͣ̀̋̇̑̽̎͑͌́͏҉̯͓̜̜̠͕̪̙͇̮̭̜̩̙ͅŅ͉͍͇͔̳͚̳͖̜̙̊̾̿̉ͮ͐̆̃̂̃̌̕͝ͅE̸̡͙̥̬̼̰̙͕͍̩̹̻̓̌̐̇̋̅̔̓̓ͥ̏̾̚͢͞ͅ-̧̢̟͎̫̬̜̪̰̯̻ͣ̉̍̑͊ͦͭ̊͒ͤͥ̅̽͛́͟͠<br/><br/><br/><br/>-blinking, Xarius yawns. Nothing too surprising for a place like this. One of his companions registered strong enough to have a palpably evil aura, there were a few others like that, probably an infernal cleric in the corner and some old impressions of similar. Definitely nothing too exciting. Odd that Delia doesn’t even register, but that was probably a mystery that’d reveal itself with time! Making his excuses, he steps out, brushing past a few people and getting out into the early night air. It’s a cool, crisp night with a pleasant sea breeze wafting in mingling with the cooking smells from the restaurant itself. Not a lot of passerby in this part of town, probably because of the bouncers at the door looking as though they’re itching for an excuse to educate some beggars about where they’re not allowed to beg and generally radiate an air of menace; since Xarius looks reasonably well put together and came out of the restaurant, they just let him be.<br/><br/>Inside, Mona turns to Delia, eyebrow cocked as the succubus finishes her last little morsel. She notes Delia’s abrupt change with a stifled snort, and keeps her hand right where it was. “She does! And as for a personal viewing- only from the outside,” Mona returns to Aron’s snicker. She does, however, visibly flush with pleasure at having her… ‘potential’… praised- even if it was partly meant in Delia’s own mind as potential as a fitting meal once Delia regained her ability to feast on souls. After all, it’d be a criminal waste to spurn the little thread of devilish power writhing in Mona’s heart on just letting it go. Mona, not knowing about those musings, has other thoughts dramatically confirmed as the succubus leans in and begins to lick. Mona only hesitates for a moment before returning the favor with gusto, and her own merely ‘human’ stomach rumbles to let Delia know that it valued her in much the same way Delia valued Mona; both eager to get a full bodied taste of the other. “Mmm,” Mona says, through lidded eyes. “Maybe you should go looking for more of a taste later- who knows what you might find?” The pyromancer smirks, and Garth audibly sighs at the byplay while Chira’s tail just whisks back and forth, mutely forbearing comment.<br/><br/>As Delia goes out of her way to praise the others, one by one they nod their heads and accept the plaudits with varying degrees of pleasure. Mona veritably blossoms under the praise, and Delia can practically sense the collision between a large ego and a life spent without a lot of validation- easy enough to manipulate with judicious compliments and seduction, whether of the carnal variety or purely platonic. From the way the drow smirks, he can see it just as well as Delia can, and gives the succubus an ironic nod. “Not the most delicious person on the ship, but it was useful,” he drawls. “If the day comes where I can’t remove one person from a room alone when I’m so kindly made invisible, I’ll be in real trouble because I’ll either be a cripple or dead.” Garth snorts. “I had poor luck and was fighting without anything I knew how to use. I did terribly. But I understand why. No need to be… gentle about it.” And Chira turns and faces Delia. “As I said, I didn’t dare risk anyone else’s safety in my charge. But… I believe you would have very likely been able to do whatever you wanted to them. I just-” She sighs. “I had to be sure. I apologize.”<br/><br/>The rest of the dinner goes quickly enough, with others drifting out to join Xarius and leaving their share of the gold on the table, one by one. With as much as they had, no need to skimp on the tip. Aron makes his apologies and quickly drifts away, claiming he’s headed out to ‘see someone about a job for us’. Heading off to a tavern, the party gets into some pretty comfortable rooms at the “most secure” inn in town- oddly, that’s a metric that inns advertise, here in Freeport, for disquietingly obvious reasons. Aron, being absent, doesn’t get a room… but remedies that situation, as Delia finds out when she wakes up with the drow sound asleep next to her in a very comfortable bed without her having noticed he’d gotten in it with her. When everyone wakes up, after a quick light breakfast, he adds, “I found something,” under his breath when all the barmaids are gone. “There’s a… someone who runs a bit of the, mmm, security for the less savory businesses on the waterfront. Illicit trade. Slaves. That sort of thing- most of them band together for self protection, and they have a common guard force. Thugs, mostly, but some seem competent. I had a long talk with some old brethren of mine, and there is a small,” he holds his fingers outstretched an inch or so apart, “Bounty on him. Hardly enough to cover my usual adventuring costs, let alone split several ways… but, the rest of you not being formal guild members like me, there’s no reason you can’t loot his home to the ground while “aiding” me in “my” contract’s enforcement, let’s say?” The drow smiles coolly. “He’s fairly well off, so I don’t doubt that we’ll make a little money on the side. And, more broadly, he’s important enough to have a bit of… effect, and is an entirely loathsome character-” he pauses, and glances at Xarius, “-for those who find such things important in deciding who to fight. If he and his staff end up dead in mysterious circumstances,” he shrugs. “There will be a few distasteful businesses scrambling to hire help and left relatively unprotected, and the underclass of the city will get a shakeup. All quite wholesome stuff.”<br/><br/>After a drink of water, he adds, “He lives in a relatively small manor, but with good walls, and probably good guards as well, on a crowded street. I would suggest,” he says, bearing down hard on the last word, “We wait for nightfall- spend today relaxing again- and have a few of us enter the house, eat him, make sure few people who work for him are left, rob the house blind, and leave, with the others left loitering nearby in case it goes wrong and guards flock to the site… yes?” He asks, arching one white eyebrow.<br/><br/>((Aron has a plan! You are free to accept it, change it, or turn it down. :3 If you go with what he’s proposed, two NPCs- Aron and one other- will be going with you two into the house, with the other two as backup outside.<br/><br/>Xarius can’t remember anything strange about his detect evil. It saw a few things. Nͧ̊͢o̜̜̺̯̻͈͖t̷͇̬̱ḩ͙̙̥͕̪̜͌͐̾̐̅iͬ̋n͎̯̜͕̹̝̘̾ͣ͌́ġ̍͂̓ͤ́̅ ̾ͯͨ̉̓ͨ҉̪͉̰͓t̼̰̩̠̭͑͋̄ͭ̏ͯ͞ȏ͇̗̃̇ͨͬͩ ͖̗̠̱́b̯̬̯̮͙̉ͯ͗ͦ̔́ͅͅe̛̗ͪͯ̈̈̄ ͔̳̟̟͈̙̅̓͢ͅw̨͇̓̊̂̿̔̎o͎̱̝̙͔͓͙ͪͧͫ̑ͮr̜̝̄̏ͫr̢̲̟̹̗͙i̮̯ͮě͛̽̑̇͌d̵̝̫ ̫̹̪̹͇̳̣̑͑̐ͯ͋a͎̟̗̻̙ͥ̿ͪ̊̈̚ͅb̲͉̠̼̘̓́̏ͤ͌͛̿o͍̪͗͂ͤ͆ū̸͍̾̈́͊̿t̷͈͇̯̠͗̋ͪͅ.̷̗̤̻̙̠̦͔ͦ̉ͬ͂̄ ))<br/><br/>...