A Call for Help.

[Lalaith Va'lash]

*Posted in simple black letters on a light colored parchment*

Help requested -- Seek information at the Pirate Cove Tavern, Hurm.



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If you can't make this time but are interested in hearing more, post a reply here IC about going to the Inn in Hurm and requesting information.  You will be send a Lore bird with the information

[thedagda]

*Having traveled from Krandor to Leringard, Tariana wearily approaches the wall of notices and sighs after reading this particular one.  Looking longingly to the comfort of the rooms, she trudges back out into the streets, making her way to the docks.*

*Looking to the ships, she approaches the captain of the vessel bound for Hurm.*  

Please sir, I need the fastest ship available to Hurm, and a bunk to rest on the journey.

*resting fitfully on the voyage, she departs in Hurm and makes her way to the Pirates Cove, muttering about the name.  She takes a seat at the bar and orders the special of the day and a mug of grape juice, hearing talk of the call  for help, she introduces herself and listens intently*

[Pseudonym]

*Nodding to the regulars in the tavern who eye him warily, their hands clutching coin purses protectively, Arkolio threads his way through the obstacle course of drunken bodies and unidentified spilled fluids. He flashes his most winning smile (Cha check: +0) at the nearest barmaid and places an order for the establishment's finest ale on offer. Taking a vacant seat at one of the tables, he idly reads the graffiti carved into it's top as he waits. After a short while his tankard is delivered with a thud, Arkolio points to one of the inscriptions and inquires of the barmaid.*

"Hey Marla! Would you really do this for a half true?"

*His question earns him a meaty smack across the back of his head from the unamused barmaid. Deciding it was more fun, and certainly safer, to just conjecture on Marla's willingness to do certain things rather than directly inquire, Arkolio shifts his gaze to the other patrons in the tavern. One group, seated at one of the long tables nearby, some of it's number known to him, some strangers, seems to be of particular interest.*

[LynnJuniper]

//Sorry Couldnt make this, plugging in an air conditioner, definitley a higher prority its 4957304957304957345 DEGREES in here//