Conversation 1: 4/19/17 – Log
Tom: “Who is it?” you hear a hoarse voice ask
Bro: “It’s Broderick Spencer.”
DM: You hear a complaint, then the creaking of floorboards. You hear the door unlocks.
Tom: “Let yourself in, I’m sitting back down…”
Bro: “Thank you, Tom. This is my coworker, Pearce. Don’t worry, he doesn’t know how you and I know each other. But we’re here for some information. There’s someone in the Docks buying up Weather Society uniforms. We were hoping you’d know something about that.”
Tom: "Yeah… alright. Alright. Let me think… " he leans back in his leather chair.
DM: You both hear shuffling from the other room. Pearce, you notice the door to the next room has a large lock mechanism, and the shuffling seems to be coming from beyond it. He opens his eyes.
Tom: “Yeah, okay. I think I know who would know that.” He wipes his lips on his sleeve. "Ratfolk down Matroni way. Not a legal sort of lady. Sells outfits… and disguises on the side. Knows the craft, anyone looking for outfits would have checked with her first. No idea on if she will… rat… them out, but its worth a try. " he waits for a laugh that isn’t ever coming.
Bro: Brodie mutters “god dammit, Tom. Thanks. Here’s 10 gold for your help.”
DM: A low animalistic growl comes from the other room. Tom makes a cough at the same time, badly covering it up.
Bro: “Ah, right. I’ll have the medicine for you cough soon enough.”
Tom: “Thank you Broderick… Pearce, was it?”
Me: “That is indeed my name”
Tom: He is looking down at your scabbard. He chuckles. “You are a collector of old things. Good to know…”
Me: “Ya got me. Do you recognize the sword?”
Tom: “Not today, young man.”
DM: Broderick ushers Pearce out of the building
Bro: “Be careful what you say to him. He’s deceptively dangerous.”
Me: “I have so many questions”
Bro: “So, off to see the tailor?”