<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58849.msg2669958#msg2669958">Quote from: The Great Triangle on 25-01-2010, 13:51:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Sir Lionel left the brothel and made his way to Cayden's hall, hoping to see just what the gambler was up to.  With any luck it would be a simple matter of getting him to cash in his chips, or simply convincing someone who owed him money to pay up.  These sort of errands were always tedious, but also morally illuminating.  <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The long, oddly festive hall is filled with off-duty soldiers trying to unwind. Three long tables take up a good portion of the hall, at the end is a bar and a small, empty stage.<br/>A door man stops Sir Lionel before he can enter  the mess hall. He has short black hair and dresses in brown studded leather. The silver holy symbol around his neck is that of the Lucky Drunk, Cayden Cailean.<br/><strong>"Salutations! You won't need weapons here. We do our brawling outside."</strong>, he speaks, hinting towards Lionel's sword and guns.<br/><strong>"I'll take those and put them in a locker for you."</strong>, he offers, hand outstretched.<br/>(OOC: Perception check)<br/><br/><hr/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58849.msg2670010#msg2670010">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 25-01-2010, 14:16:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>"Look give me a room,  I in turn will split my take fifty fifty with you.   When I am not about,  tab me a gold a day for board.  This should be a fair arrangement. "</em><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"Well, I've got a spare room that's going to waste and I like your attitude."</strong>, the madam replies, leaning back in her seat. The four ladies looked on with interest, it wasn't every day someone came in looking for work here.<br/><strong>"Alright Kachina, you're hired."</strong>, Madam Arlia agreed, sitting up again to pat the half-elf on the shoulder. An odd energy passes over Kachina as the Madam does so, a spell of some sort.<br/>Satisfied, the silvery-haired elf walks back to the stairs,<strong>"Your room is downstairs, last door on the right. If you need anything, my room is upstairs."</strong><br/>(OOC: Spellcraft to identify the spell.)<br/><br/><hr/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58849.msg2670869#msg2670869">Quote from: Lyell on 25-01-2010, 20:08:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Sigmund visably winced again for the same reasons as earlier. His tone lightened and became softer. <strong>"I have not come to force anything upon you that you do not desire, sir."</strong> He brought his pack around and fished out his healing kit. <strong>"As I informed Jophery, I am able to perform without the aid of magic. Given the nature of your 'scratch' I am now more concerned, as goblins have tendancy to poison their blades. Regardless of that, infection is still a very grave possibility. I swear to Densa and Iomedae that no magic of mine will befall you unless you give explicit consent."</strong> Sigmund seems hopeful for a favorable response.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"Fine then, have it your way."</strong>, he reluctantly agrees, setting his things aside and sitting on the edge of the bed.<br/>(OOC: Heal check to examine the wounds.)