<div class="floatright">(https://rei.animecharactersdatabase.com/uploads/chars/4758-1261081560.png)</div>Name:<strong>Name/:</strong>Aramis Blackthorn, the Universalist Wizard<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Resort Town<br/><strong>Accommodations:</strong>Orange<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>His Adventuring Company, Open ;<em>Later:</em>Sarrett du Girouette<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Conspiring with Lady Sarrett, Getting a good look of the accommodations and what this was all about.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>His lips curve into a knowing smile upon his fellow wielder of the arcane mentions the game of cards. The amount of playful banter, the socializing and the true cunning behind her was staggering to be sure. Especially when she had was at the tables in the local taverns. He knew how he paled in comparison to her when playing the social aspects of the games even if his technical forms were impressive. It's why he favored games of strategy or simple dice over the games of deception.<strong>"Oh I wouldn't doubt it, but are you certain you can handle such experienced sharks my fair lady?"</strong>He said with a playful tone.<strong>"I'll be certain to celebrate your victories and mine at the ta-..."</strong>He paused looking at the building in question and how ghastly orange it was. Looked rather ordinary on the outside. His word didn't finish the last part of his sentence as he went into another with an annoyed tone to him.<strong>"-Three <em>thousand</em> gold for... these accommodations..."</strong><br/><br/>The rooms at the bottom were quite interesting even if the food and drink seems a touch disappointing. He took note of the two tieflings with one sharing some of the outrage he felt much more openly whilst whom could only be assumed as his sister was covering her face in embarrassment about all of this. Several other adventurers were doing like them and making the best of a bad situation. But one was much more brazen and he gets a smirk on his face when that occurs. That sensation of power of carrying on with simple business whilst another is made to service them in public made his blood boil. It was rather auspicious that he wore such robes but one could never regret the benefits they granted. He was inspired now and he would have to make a note of that as well.<strong>"Well now I can see the greater appeal of this place if anything else. Gives me plenty of ideas about what the indentured servants entail."</strong>Now that he thinks on it, perhaps this was the friendly consequences they were talking about in the advertisements. The comment about the "patience of a saint" got him to snicker if a bit conservatively since there was no point drawing more attention about it.<strong>"Oh Sarrett, you know I have a weakness for puns."</strong><br/><br/>What was more disheartening was how much this place cost when all things were considered. Gods above, these people loved to gouge the prices. With a heavy sigh he let's it wash over him. No point in lamenting it now, they already paid. At least he was in a room next to the lovely noblewoman so that the two adventures could at least find a measure of security in numbers and there wouldn't be problems. Might make late night fun a bit more difficult much less studying the spell book he has. But he'll find a way around it. He quickly went on inside since he had an idea on what he was going to do. He unpacked his things, namely his clothing and personal belongings but keeps his pouch and spell book within, on his person. That was where the real valuable goods were located.<br/><br/>However just to be extra sure about what puts in the chest, he took his wand from it's sheath upon the underside of his left forearm and chants an abjuration spell upon the chest which locks soundly. The<em>Arcane Lock</em>, to prevent thieves from easily making off with his goods. He couldn't put more of the dangerous stuff, so he decided to put another spell on the chest, in this case a<em>Silent Image</em>spell. which was made so as to make the chest look like it wasn't there but the desk was in it's place. The normal lock on the door would do the job, especially when he locked the door behind him. Into the belt pouch it went, which was kept on his shirt pocket of all things upon a metal chain. All the better to keep it safe<br/><br/>The second he came out to meet her at the front of his room (after locking the door and putting away the key in his pouch) he quickly spoke in a casual matter.<strong>"Yeah, definitely going to be trying my hand at getting a better room..."</strong>Now clasping his hands together with a slightly forced bout of cheerfulness he smiled a touch. He hadn't had a bite to eat on this trip aboard the ferry. Time to change that. Hence he joined Sarette at the table. Rather than breaking the ice with the two tieflings with a casual greeting, he decided for a more practical approach. Namely placing four gold down for some decent cider or ale, so that they could have a drink or two on him and perhaps get to know them a little better.<strong>"Nothing like a bit of liquid refreshment to help grease the wheels for new acquaintances."</strong>He figured to let the noblewoman do the talking and him to play wingman in this case.