>>5218034>>5218106>>5218224>Use the halfling cook you have enthralled as your ‘contact’, directing her to take action>This requires a PERSONAL touch—egg or no egg—and you shall return to the city yourself to speak with Zi, with Mina and thus her brother CuggiYou leave Roth’s quarters—you don’t wish to press you luck with your new status by allowing others to learn of the unilateral reproductive action you have taken, and with such a high-born male! Instead, your return to your own and, once there, you set the stage for your return to Hawksong. You do this by taking possession of the ectoplasm-inculcated halfling cook who serves your human ancestor, a female called Malalyn Warmfeet.
You don’t have her take any drastic action… Not yet. Rather, you send her to apothecaries around the city in her free time, spending her own hard-earned money on individual herbs and animal-derivatievs which can be combined (with your people’s in-depth knowledge of such matters) to create viable, ingestible toxins and subcutaneous poisons.
Next, you send the halfling—uncomprehend of her actions, naïve to your intentions—to Goblintown. This proves… A dicey proposition, with the small-sized mammal almost accosted and mugged (well, a mere mugging is the BEST-case scenario) shortly after her arrival. However, when she drops the names ‘Navrere’ and ‘Yen-Zi’, the green-skinned assailants back off, and before long she is brought to the former: Navrere, the loud-mouthed hobgoblin smuggler who seemingly runs the most successful such racket in Goblintown.
“Word is you’re asking for me,” she barks, gnawing on a bone mostly stripped of the half-raw meat which covered it not so long ago. “Why? Who do you work for, HOBBIT?”
“There’s no need for slurs,” the halfling whispers.
“WHAT WAS THAT?!”
“N-n-n-nothing!”
You sigh, taking manual control of the demure thrall. Through her, you explain you plan:
“I’m working for Zithra, the half-orc who you hid not long ago.”
“Oh yeah? I think I remember her… The real human-looking one, green skin… Big chest?”
You roll your eyes, but have Malalyn nod, and say (albeit without your accent): “That’ss the one. She iss no mere bar-brawler, but a much bigger player than that… And, having sseen you operation in-persson, she wishess to offer you an opportunity that could make you both very, VERY wealthy.”
“What kind of opportunity?” Navrere asks, setting down the bone on a bare, grimy-looking table, to your distaste; you have the distinct feeling she is not above continuing to gnaw on it after negotiations have concluded.
“Bring the goblin known asss Yen-Zi,” you say through Warmfeet, “and meet with her in three dayss, by the edge of the forestss along the road. I will tell you the exxact place clossser to the time.”
