by NamagomiMk0 » Fri Mar 02, 2007 7:20 pm
Walking in a bit behind his...well, for a lack of a better word, co-workers, was Driscoll. The blue-clad gray-elf was not exactly a stranger to urban happenings, despite being such here--crime happens daily; what was different was the locale, and more importantly, the fact that he was now directly involved in a number of dealings in the intricate politics of the nobility of this place.
...Not that he felt he was really worse-off for it. If anything, this was a step up from what he was typically used to; a relatively nice place to stay as opposed to spartan surroundings, and a consistent wage. If anything, those mattered more than whatever knowledge he could gain from this, or the fact that he was in a noble's family squabble.
It was actually coincidence how he had met his assistants, Orson and Gillet. The three had come upon a holdup scene, with a few thugs. Humorously enough, said thugs weren't particularly menacing at all once Orson and himself had their way with things. He had as much fascination with destruction as he did with arcane knowledge, often mixing the two with his spellcasting as he pleased. The results are, needless to say, particularly frightening to many who do not know about it--including those thugs.
He didn't particularly expect to receive a letter from one of Lavinia's underlings, and much less expected to be hired. Apparently news travels fast in the city...or maybe just so through the proper channels. Next he knew, the three of them were in a rowboat heading for the Blue Nixie...
Speaking of those two, his opinions varied on both of them. If nothing, he liked Orson. In particular, he was a no-nonsense man who knew how to fight when he needed to, and knew what to do when fighting wasn't necessary. A knowledgable man, although not in the same way as Driscoll was, and he would be lying if he didn't respect the other elf's combat prowess for what it was--that sword could hurt, and hurt quite a bit at that, as he saw it do so on the thugs and beast...
Gillet, on the other hand, was hit and miss to Driscoll. The rogue...whatever kind of short person he was; gnome, he thought, but they all look alike at times...regardless, he was useful for a few things. At the same time, though, he was annoyingly obnoxious, greedy, and paranoid at times, and to boot, astoundingly inept in a fight. He seemed like hit-and-miss amongst other things...
And then there was Lavinia. Driscoll didn't have too much to say about her, but he had a healthy respect for her as an employer and provider, amongst others...
To him, the raid on the ship went as smoothly as it could have to start. Taking out all the thugs almost immediately was, if anything, a plus. No alarm could have been sounded. At least, it went smoothly until Vark got out and escaped; and then it went downhill from there as they had to deal with that...creature. One that almost killed Orson at that--and if that happened...well, the job would get a hell of a lot more annoying. Thank the gods his magic was up to par for that fight.
Nonetheless, the trip to the vaults was...cute. A couple of security locks; the first of which was deceptively simple, and the second was, to him, almost as simple as basic arithmetic--sure, most nobles and thieves wouldn't be able to easily identify those sorts of monsters, but he wasn't exactly "most nobles or thieves."
Nonetheless, he had to take a short break while the other two gathered information about Vanthus. Something felt...not that good, and provisions were necessary for anything particularly nasty that could come up; if that beast was any indicator, he would desire some decent provisions before he joined in. No trusting Gillet to be that reliable, anyway.
And now, here Driscoll stood, alongside his two co-workers, in front of a man who reportedly had some knowledge of Vanthus. The other two were predictably impatient with this man, and the gray elf was sizing him and the surroundings up himself.
...So, a self-proclaimed source of information on that bastard, huh? Definitely not anything I'd trust at first glance, but it's a better lead than nothing. Better let Orson deal with this for now. He seems to be a bit better when it comes to getting what is needed from people than I, myself, am.
And so, with his head, the elven mage motioned over to Orson with a look; a slight cue, if anything...hopefully, he'd get the idea from that.