Rolled 43 (1d100)
>>5175756You strip down and don your armour—the nature of the elven leafweave leather is such that it can be worn over nearly-bare skin, and is even a better fit that way. A you do so, you consider the matter of the Goldenrod recruits.
They are… Disappointing, to say the least. Each is beautiful, admittedly, in her way. Each has some strengths and weaknesses. Aubrey, for instance, might make a good serving-girl, but then you have no NEED of more serving-girls, and the wage Mina would offer for such would be far less than she was making as an attendant at Goldenrod. And Didiane… Well, she’s good. But her obvious discomfort with demihumans makes her a liability in a business that will be emphasizing a roster of ‘exotics’.
You suppose you’ll have to let them all go, once Goldenrod has fallen. Oh well.
You finish getting changed, admiring your reflection in a changeroom water basin. It’s been a while since you wore this armour. It is attention-getting, after all, which isn’t always ideal in your line of work… But damn do you look good in it. You’re silhouette is sleek, even sensual, save the spikes of green plant-life that jut out like a layer of armoured scales. More importantly, it’s practical for the current threats. Irinnile’s abilities cannot protect you against magical weapons, after all.
You sally forth into the darkness of another Hawksong night, your frost dagger at the ready. You know of two demons who yet lurk in this darkness, somewhere, and to buy safe passage from this place and back to your masters, you have promised to deliver both of them to a powerful incubus in mid-town—the same incubus currently ‘looking after’ your fellow infiltrator Alhazred, the enthralled Head Chimericist Henzler,, several invaluable relics stolen from the Mages’ Tower, and the mutated chimeric descendant of the Great Green Dragon of legend. You don’t want to consider the complications which might arise if you can’t meet your end of that particular bargain…
