Chapter 1: The Letorneau Plantation

"Thanks Mate, How's the old sod been? Still angry I take it? Also for the warning as well I actually appreciate it..." Lynch stated a bit gentler sizing the younger man up and digesting the younger man's words with a clipping of his arm with a meaty fist gently before busying himself with the work at hand before eyeing Hiram to see if he caught the conversation. The two would have need of getting their hands on red rope belts to blend into the stables or sneak around with the risk of getting caught, this would also mean random innocents on the plantation would bear the brunt of their folly as well if they messed which is something Erstwhem didn't want. They'd need to know where to get their hands on said belts probably and the talk of a would be rebel sparked his ear as well.

"Any chance you could point us to some people not assigned tot he stables today that have these red rope belts on them? Also what's the word on what happened to this would-be rebel after the attempt? He still alive? And did you know any of the people that got wiped because of him?" he asked in a more casual voice still low though in tone. The young man didn't know Lynch but he did have information that could be helpful although not what they were here for. It also gave Lynch a chance to get a read on the kid especially about the rebel if he talked.

He'd have to figure out a way to scratch the Young Man's back maybe to get more information. "I figure you probably want something in return for talking though so let's hear what it you had in mind and I'll see what I can do. I'm somewhat resourceful some of the time. Name's Lynch by the way, you? " Lynch added the realist and jaded outlook on life bleeding through finally getting more into the brass tacks of the conversation, few things were free in life. He'd pay what he could for what he could get though if it was doable.

(OoC: Trying to see if I can get more information out of him since he was somewhat friendly, I figure he would want something in return though by this point since it's more than just general stuff he'd be telling me and he's given some decent intel so far I think so I'm trying to establish a deal/rapport with him for more intel. And a possible side quest with the 'rebel' unless that was a red herring.)

Hiram had joined those hauling the sacks of ash from the end of the rows to the wagons, where they dumped them before returning with the empty sacks for another load. It was a mindless job, and Hiram appreciated the purity of the hard, physical labor. Well, as pure as the labor could be when it was done under the threat of a whipping. He nodded at Lynch as he passed, giving a slow wink indicating he had overheard the information about the red belts. As he upended the sack into the wagon, he feigned coughing on the stirred up ash and rubbed his eyes, waiting for another laborer to draw close. He gave a hand lifting the heavy sack over the edge, and as they headed back to the fields, he asked in a quiet voice, "So how poorly do they treat the skaa here? If something were to suddenly go missing, how bad would the fallout be?

Nodding Lynch's hand rubs over the scruff on his face, mostly using his large hand to hide his jaw as it set and he ground his teeth. It wasn't right. He didn't like it but it was part of being at the bottom with the dregs floated in the gutter of society. His glanced flashed to the guards in the area his nostrils flaring his mouth in a partial snarl behind his hand.

With a sharp intake of breath he moved his hands away his face now slightly covered in ash and tried to calm himself, blind rage never did much in the long run. "Thanks for letting me know... now what would you want of me?" Lynch stated staring at the younger man the implication in his voice meant he was willing to do something dark and violent if need be as long as it was within reason.

After weighing over where to stash the boy along the way to keep him out of what they were doing in case something happened he nodded, "Done, what do you go by? And where are you going to be?" Lynch asked scanning for Hiram. Once he got the information from the boy he'd saddle up in sight of HIram and work so Hiram knew were he was, once he saw Hiram noticing him in his site he'd motion to his waistline with one hand and trace from his hip to his front to pull up his trousers and back to his hip before looking at the position of the sun. They'd be stopping soon, he'd go back to work until Hiram was done, they'd need to get the belts, and a talk with Aengus on the goings on here. In the meantime he'd busy himself with the work and watching around him, helping those that seemed close to fumbling due to fatigue and exhaustion...

(OoC: Did I just recruit a possible sidekick?)

Dezire of course has no intention of staying put. She makes a perfunctory attempt at unpacking Mateo's pack by placing out a change of clothes, a ledger and some ink and quills. Putting her own pack down she retrieves her lock picks and misting vial. Sh waits long enough for everyone to get out of ear shot and sneaks out. Her goal is to map the house and identify any likely locations for keeping the journal the crew seeks. Additionally, Dezire looks for ways out of the house so she can meet the rest of the crew later.

::I imagine a Physique check is called for, but I don't want to roll to may dice. I figure my Drive to be the best thief, my profession, specialty and prop might all help, but I'll roll once Candi approves.::

::rolling for stealthing::

Dezire thinks for a moment about what would be the best course of action. Returning makes sense, but she's here now. She starts when she looks down and finds that her hands have started working on the lock without her concious thought. Well, since I'm here...I guess. It might be harder to get back here later.

Surprising herself again, the lock pops open after only a second. She got lucky and tripped the lock in the exact right order. She quietly begins rifling through the desk looking for the ledger the crew is looking for.

::I'm using my success and the nudge to get as much time as I can, either finding what I need right away or to be positive it isn't kept here.::