<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/44/982aa5c0b1a43606f472a9273c0c9bef.jpg)   </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Patch</strong></span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>22/22<strong>AC:</strong>13<strong>Passive Senses:</strong>15<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Setup<br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=223930)<br/><hr/><br/>Patch scarcely raised an eyebrow at the scene in Moon's bedroom. The man never seemed to lack for companionship, and it was not difficult to see why. Ranking position in the best club around, exotic good looks, and enough personal funds to buy a city block, it was rumored. Someday, Patch thought, at least one of those things would be within his grasp too. There was a whole lot of shit to shovel first though.<br/><br/>Elsepeth perched on a chair in the corner like the world's most innocuous voyeur was a little bit of a surprise, though. It was no great secret that the upper echelon of the club mostly shared a pretty open-door policy. The exact configurations and mechanisms, though, were a constant guessing game to those outside the circle.<br/><br/>Down to business. "Question. Does Ventle live alone? No wife, no kids?" Wife wouldn't really be a problem. Just nice to know. Kids... could be an issue.<br/><br/>"All right, sounds good to me. Nothing Scarlet and I can't handle."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Patch carefully packed up his traveling alchemist's kit along with the rest of his gear. It was just a quick trip across town but he'd been caught without it on an even shorter adventure once and regretted it. From the Nest's storeroom he picked up a crowbar, a grappling hook and some rope. It wasn't much; he had plenty of time left over to watch Scarlet almost magically secret a small armory around her person. On a bet he wouldn't have counted her for more than three or four daggers in that suit of hers. It was a bet he would have lost. For his part he carried only the single dagger.<br/><br/>"Scoping the place sounds solid. A little more notice would've been good, but I'm not about to complain about that. We haven't worked together much, so you should know that quiet isn't really my strong suit. I've been told I make a good distraction though." He slung his pack over his shoulder. "It's a short enough walk; what say we leave the horses here? Just one more thing for people to spot."<br/><br/><hr/><strong>OOC:</strong><br/><br/>