[IC] Death & Taxes (Session 4)

Hildar gestures at himself with his wand....

Hildar thinks for a moment before turning to look at the costumes they have available and then at Tronus and Bruv. "I'm going to try something....please do not be alarmed and if it works please don't wander too far"

Bruv contorts himself to pass through the entwined vines and dead ivy draping the rotting columns and broken boards on the porch. The others follow behind, emerging into a large room dominated by a cold hearth. The internal walls are in various states of collapse, with jumbles of crumbling furniture placed helter-skelter. A rickety ladder leads to what looks like an upper loft above, visible through several large holes in the ceiling. A doorway is open to the left and leads into a room littered with junk, while a sturdy-looking door is closed on the opposite wall. A large wooden cage sits in the corner to your right. There's someone in it.

A tired voice coos, "What now?" You recognize it as belonging to Anzila, the weaver.

Nekurr follow whoever the Zymph in front is, quietly. As far as he understood, boat man is the boss and that lady is a spider. And every cat knows best than to mess up with spiders. He looks around the place, wondering if there are any other birdies around. As everyone also knows, every cat likes catch a little birdy from time to time as well.

Bruv turns to mutter to the others quickly, "Da weaver is anudder dangerous complication... We got any poison left? Or anudder way to take 'er out of dis equation for now?"

Hildar nods at Bruv and taps a small pouch at his side where the vials of poison and antidote are.

OOC:

There's no "whisper secretly" skill, so I'm going to call this Discipline. Bruv's got 2 ranks, so she'll roll Perception versus that. Boost for general (but not complete) silence. I'll use the 3 advantage to alert her that your goal is not what she thought it was.

The caged figure cranes her head toward you to hear. "What is this all about?"

Bruv doesn't really see any way to neutralize her that wouldn't raise her alarm first or make a bunch of noise... plus, whoever is inside the door knows they're there, and is no doubt expecting Skeeter's retinue to show up. So while they might have a few moments, too much of a pause out here could attract notice.

Bruv waves his hands dismissively to Anzila and shakes his head to the group, but speaks again concealing his words as best he can, "Dey're expecting at least da 3 from da Corn field-group, we know. Maybe two of us stay out 'ere? Can watch our backs too 'at way... Den come in when you 'ear da trouble start?"

Bruce turns and heads to the door, preparing to go inside, leaving the choices of who stays behind - if anyone - to the others to conduct soundlessly.