(The Cleansing Fire) Paying a Visit to the Market

[Dusan]

The Manikin nodded politely because at that moment the guards sounded like nothing less than a bunch of jocks who had gotten their asses beat in a college barfight but were taking pride in the fact that they had gotten in a few shots of their own. He knew that mentality all too well.

Running a hand back through his hair, and thinking that he was going to shower for two days after this adventure, Justin decided that while he had been able to get some information from the little hob back at the Mushroom House he wasn't going to say anything that could inadvertently stir up a bunch of peen-waving and more trouble than it was worth.

Situational Assessment = let the experts handle the sensitive stuff, because this isn't my turf.

[Lesingnon]

It was, perhaps, something of a relief that some of the Freehold's enemies seemed just as content to fight each other as they were to cause problems for the Freehold itself. A small one, but it was something. At least it helped somewhat with the queasy feeling brought about by the thought of actually helping the Fleshmarket.

"Where can we find him? Can't say I've ever run afoul of security here," mainly because he'd never been here, "So I'm not all that familiar with the set-up."

[Jag]

"You can find him inside," said one of the guards. "He is in a tent. It is labeled appropriately." Having met his quota for words, the Blunderbore fell back to silence, remaining vigilant as he tugged on the chains that held the shadow hounds at bay. The dark beasts reacted slightly to the gesture, shifting around as they got up on all fours and kept a close eye on the group.

[Lesingnon]

"Gotcha, we'll leave you to your job then." He couldn't quite bring himself to thank one of the Fleshmarket's guards. Nor did he want to have to bring himself to spend any more time here than was necessary. So he started making his way into the market itself. His strides were brisk and purposeful. His eyes darted about the place; ignoring the hustle, bustle, and unsavory merchandise as he sought simply to find Thanak's tent as quickly as possible.

There wasn't anything else here he wanted to deal with.

Appologies, I lost track of this thread over the holiday.

[Malcolm Green]

Green grunted.

"Lets get moving then," he murmured in a rumble of grinding stones. He was already scanning the area, looking for Thanak's tent.

The sooner the Elemental could quit this place, the better.

[Dusan]

The hobs didn't seem to be much on words and for the most part Justin wasn't either. The young Manikin just nodded in response to the information that the sentries had offered and worked on keeping his cool for the moment.

He hated this place and just wanted to be out of there as soon as possible.

[Jag]

As the group moved past the guards, they managed to make their way through the market mostly undisturbed. There was the occasional merchant who called out to them, trying to get them to buy some of their wares. It was clear that the market had been rebuilding since Fairweather's attack, but it was also evident that they had suffered a more recent attack that had left its own trace in the form of burned down tents and ash. This of course did nothing to improve the horrid smells in the place.

Eventually, the Lost managed to spot what looked like a new tent in the market. It had a wooden sign sticking from the ground next to it.

SEKURITY

The words were painted across the wooden board in what was likely blood, or some other disgusting substance. A loud voice could be heard inside the tent, yelling instructions. A couple of Blunderbores came out of the tent, probably carrying out the instructions that they had been given. They made eye contact with the group for a brief moment, but had no time to chat.

[Lesingnon]

Rick couldn't help but spend a few seconds eying the sign dubiously. He wasn't sure what he was less impressed by, the word's spelling or the substance that it had been written in. Though he supposed he couldn't really expect anything else from someone cruel, bloodthirsty, and vicious enough to become the head of security at this place.

He also couldn't quite help but take a bit of vicious satisfaction in seeing that Thanak was having trouble safeguarding this place. It really was a pity that he had to intervene and actually aid this festering pit. But issues of security could, he supposed, make strange bedfellows.

Fairweather first, then he could worry about this place.

There's just a second's pause as he ponders how to proceed. He certainly wasn't about to barge in unannounced, that was just asking for something unfortunate to happen. But one couldn't exactly knock on the door of a tent either. So instead he just called out. "Thanak? Some of your guards directed us here. We've both been dealing with trouble from the same group, it seems."