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Post by korth on Feb 4, 2016 0:07:35 GMT
The Monk's Smithy is situated next to the Monastery of the Seven Winds. It is a sizable establishment, housing work space for half a dozen anvils and two forges. Along with that there is an extensive leather workshop. The damage here was repaired only a day after the damage happened, and with it still being early in the day, Brinok finds it empty.
At the back of the building, heading north across the old quarry field, Brinok can see the area that was repaired, and easily calculates that it is roughly the same size as the one at the Grinning Kobold. As he turns to walk back to the front, a voice calls from the monastery, and a wizened pale skinned (southern) man, hobbles along the almost imperceptible path between the two buildings. "Master dwarf, I did not know that the builder's guild would send anyone for a second inspection of the work, I would have come earlier to let you inside."
Upon closer look, the old man isn't exactly wizened and feeble, but has a horrible limp, from the waist up, he appears to be carved of wood.
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Post by Uncertain|Doom on Feb 10, 2016 20:58:10 GMT
Admiring the smithy's tools for some time, Brinok is careful not to disturb their resting place as he picks his way towards the rear of the establishment. It does not take long for him to confirm his suspicions and though he is quick to make an exit, he isn't quite fast enough to go unnoticed.
"Ah, Master Crafter - I hope the day finds you well". There is a pause for the and one of the dwarf's hands drifts to his beard; a part of his mind wonders if the man risks working near heat sources, "I just wanted to be certain of the quality, there was understandably little talk of it. If you don't mind the question: Did anyone see what happened?"
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Post by korth on Feb 10, 2016 21:54:03 GMT
The man replies to the dwarf, "One or two of the acolytes walk the grounds a few times during the night, but after Mattian traveled past, it was good. That was pretty much at the beginning of Dawn Tide, and I found the," he gestures towards the back wall, "New door, when I came over about 1/2 way through the same tide."
The city is slow to start on this side of Northridge, and only around noon do teamsters begin trucking loads of brick and stone out from the quarry or other stone works. At the monastery you can faintly hear what is all too familiar, hammer and chisel working rocks into stones.
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Post by Uncertain|Doom on Feb 10, 2016 23:06:30 GMT
Listening quietly, Brinok stores away these bits of information within his mind with the intent of mulling them over at a later time.
"Of what was taken, I imagine it bears the workshop's mark? If I happen to be in the markets was there anything particularily unique?"
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Post by korth on Feb 10, 2016 23:14:25 GMT
The monk nods, "It will bear the mark of the monastery. Very little was actually taken, a couple of handfuls of shurikens, a small pair of high quality leather bracers, and our lock box, but the money is of little worth to us, we redistribute it to the needy in Northridge and Dockside after paying expenses."
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Post by korth on Mar 4, 2016 17:39:48 GMT
As Brinok leaves the smithy and moves on, he notices that once in a while the same figure seems to be following him. Not just following him, but seeming to try to get his attention. He keeps his distance however, always back in the crowd of faces.
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Post by Uncertain|Doom on Apr 25, 2016 20:47:06 GMT
As he continues walking there is a brief moment where the dwarf considers just ignoring the tail, but by the time he has passed the next building he realizes that he'd prefer not getting visitors in the night. The weight of the short blade at his side is not quite as reassuring as Maura would be, but it would do in a pinch in the tighter confines of an alley, which would also provide the privacy to work a spell should things turn dire. Turning of the main street, Brinok tries to pick out a place about as wide as the tunnels back home to do his waiting.
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Post by korth on Apr 26, 2016 20:00:10 GMT
In North Ridge, finding a quiet place is easy enough, Brinok ducks in between a few of the abandoned homes near the main north-south road. The houses are small buildings, most only about 12X20 and are just brick work for the most part- any glass - stolen, most thatch not cared for and blown away.
The tail ducks in between a few other buildings and Brinok sees him enter the green space that most of the buildings have at the back - this one thick with old dead weeds and new ones starting to come up where they can. Standing about 15 feet from Brinok, the hooded and cloaked man reaches a hand inside each sleeve, pulling out a dagger in each hand and dropping them on the ground in front of him. "I wish only to speak to the dwarf who has been poking around the holes in businesses."
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Post by Uncertain|Doom on Apr 27, 2016 22:03:56 GMT
It was not fear that drew Brinok's gaze to the drawn weapons, but a genuine interest in understanding the person standing before him [Appraising their quality and how weathered they are]. When they're discarded, the dwarf's gaze wanders over to the man's hood.
"That will save us some time then. This is about the rash of thefts in North Ridge - they don't seem like the sort that would be 'authorized'".
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Post by korth on Apr 27, 2016 22:50:31 GMT
The man looks like a workman from any number of guilds, his hands are well worn, and the hilts of the blades are show worn leather that resembles the backs of those hands. The blades on the other hand look almost new, likely professionally sharpened and oiled recently. The cloak might be a touch more than most would wear at this time of year, but hardly looks out of place; its colour dark blue-grey.
"Have you ever noticed that no one seems to be stolen from in Northridge? Boss is careful to keep it that way, and most of the guilds and businesses give him a bit o' squeeze to make sure of it. 'Authorized', you say, only authorization is 300 tacks to the man or group that makes it stop. I come with an invitation, if you find the cause, and would like another skill set along with you, you don't hesitate to find me. In fact, I would appreciate coming along."
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Post by Uncertain|Doom on Apr 28, 2016 1:47:24 GMT
Though the thoughts are discarded before voiced, Brinok briefly considers a monologue comparing thieves to craftsmen like himself - needing an understanding of the materials and tools they work with. The thefts had struck him as a little unprofessional between the damage being done and the individual targets - the tavern had outsiders involved, but touching the Smithy could only make enemies and clearly had. He'd save the comparison to criminals back home for another meeting.
"So long as you have no problems with extending that the other way. An exchange of information and aid towards that common goal. While you likely know where to find me, any suggestions to make finding you simpler when the need arises?"
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Post by korth on Apr 29, 2016 15:50:13 GMT
The man nods, "First a bit o' information that might be helping you. I can tell you for certain that there be no guild in the city behind this, least ways, no official guild. What I can say though is it seems like the underbelly of the city is sitting on a hill of ants, getting ready for the first real bite. I've been in this line o' business for 30 years, since my 9th Day of Age and the only time I've felt this tension was just before and just after Orusk had disappeared. You keep a careful eye out for bad weather, and I'll keep an eye out for you.
"Should you need to meet me, mark two blue lines on the corner of that building you walked past to find me here, and I'll meet you at Sohlset of the same day. You can ask after me, but that might make things a bit unseemly for either of us."
With that he sticks out his hand, "They call me Six Fingered Ben, from my days as a pick pocket, used to be I was good enough at the sleight-o'-hand that I could hide one of my own fingers they said... now the hands don't work so well for small bits, so I just act a tough."
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Post by Uncertain|Doom on May 11, 2016 21:39:31 GMT
The dwarf accepts the rogue's hand with a firm grip, responding with his own name "Brinok, of clan Bronzebreaker. Let's see about getting through these interesting times".
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Post by korth on May 19, 2016 21:09:30 GMT
((OOC: I'm not sure if you want to do anything else here or not - do you want to advance to the next robbery? That's 1753-4-161))
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