!8wYETIp9zU 05/02/11(Mon)17:28 No.14791000|
You reach a decision and an idea on how to recruit some more "helpers".
"Iriana, if you could assume your illusionary guise, please?"
The other mind flayer nods, and her form shimmers as she becomes an image of her former elven self. She looks down at herself and grimaces.
"Ugh. I loathe this mammal form, even when it is merely an illusion..."
You smile, and assume the form of an unassuming older man, dressed in a ragged robe with a hood, and carrying a walking staff. You give Gar and Xura some orders to prepare for your return, and depart into the city. It is afternoon, and the taverns and bars are filling up with people. You carefully pick one well-known for harboring adventurers looking for employment (the ironically titled "The Lucky Fool" inn) and enter.
Inside the music is already loud, and drinks and food are passed out to many tables. You and Iriana attract little attention, and offhand you can see at least three probable adventurer groups just lounging around at tables, waiting for opportunity to knock. Meanwhile, a huge muscular bald man you vaguely remember as "Mart" is serving enormous amounts of alcohol, and other refreshments behind the bar.
The groups you can see from here are:
* A very clean-shaven group with freshly washed and carefully maintained armor.
* A group of dingy-looking people nursing the cheapest drinks possible, all with poorly maintained and cheap gear.
* A group of apparently fresh-faced younger people, looking a little nervous and excited. They have average-looking gear.