Gameplay - The Dragon Who Asked Too Much

I have to admit that I am torn. Killing a vampire while tough, would most likely be good for society. However, helping create a lich? Not so much.

Ah agree with Hehsh. Find more out 'bout this place, afore we go stabbing things.
Ah were quite surprised old fella didn't have more to offer afore retiring for kip.
After a moment of introspection Mavis realises with surprise that she genuinely thinks carousing would be a good way for sussing out the city, and not just another tourism opportunity for her.

Hasan agrees with what seems like more gathering intel.

"I agree with you Garth. I don't know how to feel about it either. Perhaps we may have to do one without the other and let the boy trust the advisors his father may have appointed."

"Lets go the local tavern. We can speak freely there."

"Okay, hope they still have a good selection at this hour."

Mavis dabs at her mouth with the napkin.
If we're out on town, ah'll get dressed up. she nods at her companions, and excuses herself Gentles.

She heads back to her room to don her leathers and retrieve her other dagger.
As she cinches the straps on her leather, she reflects that this quest is much more complicated than she imagined.

As a dwarven deep assassin her main worry was how to kill, not what to kill. But the cleric seems like a wise leader, if she follows his orders then she's confident that they'll do the right thing.

Hehsh looks at his companions. "Two things. One, that is the first thing Mavis has said the entire time I've known her that was understandable. Second, what do you think she looks like dressed up?" Hehsh is far more concerned with point two than the question of his father.

I think we are getting used to her accent.

A night out might be a good idea

"What's a 'gentles?' I definitely heard that." Ruby finds herself sucked into the current discussion.

"Perhaps its like gentle but more then one? Like a plural form of being gentle?"

Mavis catches the end of the conversation as she returns from her room.
Aye, plural. Gentlemen, gentlewomen, gentle...err..dragonborn, all together tha’ sez ‘Gentles’
She primps her hair, ready for a night on the town.
An’ t’ use another dwarvish sayin’ of me clan - Let’s get pissed!

Hehsh reflects on the fullness of his bladder and shrugs. It seems like Mavis should have just gone while she was getting ready, but he had long given up trying to understand the silly dwarf.

"I feel very...cultured." Ruby says with confidence, curious what the saying even refers to.

Garth bows to Mavis and Ruby.

Ladies, shall we go have a drink or three?

You take your leaves of the creepy inn and make your way to a tavern you saw by air on your way in. The Baleful Goat promises a raucous crowd, with music and laughter leaking from every portal. Upon entering, you find a decently busy service, with a bunch of people who share familial characteristics crowded around a bard on a small stage, drowning out his own song with their group rendition of the words.

Picking a spot well away from them, you gain a table and an uncomfortably buxom serving wench comes to your table. "Food or drink? We've got ducks plump and juicy in a salty rub." she says loud enough to be overheard.

Hehsh will never, ever, say no to duck in a salt rub. He takes two. Before the wench can leave he asks, "Do you know an elf by the name of da'Norto Illianstar? We understand he is a frequent patron of these kind of establishments." He looks the wench up and down. "Also frequent patron of wenches."

Mavis raises her eyebrows. Weird flex, but a'reet. Nowt as queer as folk.Mavis keeps a close eye on the serving wench as Hehsh asks his question.

"An ale if you please," Hasan asks as he make himself more comfortable at the table.