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[Draco Ny'ade]

Walks in to the eatery and looks around for the person he remembers as the boss

[Warmonger]

You see him sitting half in the shadows of one corner. As you approah him you realise that the boss is covered by five henchmen in various disguises, And two death cult assassins hidden in one corner. Caution would be much advised, approaching the boss in the wrong way could mean an early end to the mission...

Roll please

[Draco Ny'ade]

Spoiler

1d100 rolled for a total of: 96 (96)

[Warmonger]

You approach and take a seat. The boss looks at you so severely you begin to think that the polymorphine has worn off.

"where have you been friend?" he asks softly, his tone failing to conceal the anger and danger held behind his façade.

[Draco Ny'ade]

"i was hidin out because i thought i had been rooted out. i haven't anyway."

[Warmonger]

"rooted out by who? The moseleys were eradicated when I earned the gloss contract. No one touches us now?" he says

[Draco Ny'ade]

"theres a 'mole' in the network if ya know what i mean"

[Warmonger]

"oh really. And which one of my trusted informants would that be? I'm serious now, our 'client' doesn't take kindly to security leaks"

[Draco Ny'ade]

"i dint find out - i got a call saying words like that"

[Warmonger]

"so who the hell is calling you? Mate, this aint sounding right" he tenses "those people that was after you, they wasn't... Inquisitorial was they?" he shudders slightly as he says that.

[Draco Ny'ade]

"i dont think they coulda been - they wasnt usin any unusual stuff"

[Warmonger]

This seems to appease him "look i'm just woried that if they sniffs us out then we're done for." he replies

[Draco Ny'ade]

"agreed"

[Warmonger]

The boss once again looks serious. "Listen, once again I have need of your... services. I need you to meet Riddeck at the east dock landing platforms in a couple of hours. I have word that he has arranged the next shipment of Gloss for us, and I need those details. I have offered your services to him as a means of brokering trust. Think you can handle that?" he orders.

[Draco Ny'ade]

"course sir." he stands to leave and walks towards the door

[Warmonger]

"Oh, and do be careful. Riddek is twice as cunning as me, and half as merciful. You cross him and it could be the end for all of us" The boss says as you leave

Spoiler

don't wait for me to commence your journey, you start it, and then i will prompt you to roll at a certain point :L

[Draco Ny'ade]

Walks swiftly out and, checking the time went for lunch, then made for the landing platforms

[Warmonger]

You see a man strolling casually through the crowds. The flesh memories of the man that you have assumed identify that man as Riddek, your target. He walks ever closer and closer, casually eyeing things as they pass him by. More than once you see him cut the purse of a clumsy merchantman. Eventually he walks close enough to you for you to speak to him

Roll please, and then speak

[Draco Ny'ade]

Spoiler

1d100 rolled for a total of: 87 (87)

"my boss said you had a job fer me"

[Warmonger]

Riddek nods slightly, and from the surrounding crowd you can hear the clicks of several weapons being put onto safety.
"Yes, your 'boss' highly recommends your skills. There is some information that I need carried, however I first need to gauge whether I can trust you and your abilities. There are a few tasks which I would like you to perform before the mission aforementioned. Think you can gain my respect?" Riddek says in a tone barely more than a whisper.