Chapter 6: Mantol-Derith

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Oct 9, 2017 4:10 pm
Hunter nods. "Please lead the way to the drow," she asks of Savy.
Oct 10, 2017 1:51 pm
Savy sighs, "This is just getting stranger all the time. Shall we go straight to the drow enclave or do you think we'd be served by stopping and speaking with my associates to see if they have any idea what's going on here? I will defer to your judgment on this matter."
Oct 10, 2017 4:10 pm
"I think that is a good idea," says Hunter. "A few more tidbits of insight might help us track down this gem, or at the very least, suss out the answer to this mess."
Oct 10, 2017 11:35 pm
Poe nods in agreement, "More information would be most helpful."
Oct 11, 2017 1:07 am
"Agreed." Meriele adds.
Oct 11, 2017 1:30 am
"As long as the rest of ye do the talking.." Elfog grumbles.
Oct 11, 2017 5:38 am
Mai'ngor nods wordlessly.
Oct 11, 2017 4:03 pm
You make your way across the bridge and to the other side. You see that, unlike the other enclaves you've seen so far, the Zhentarim have cut down most of the fungus grove outside of the stone doors of their enclave. In it's place is a smattering of tents surrounding a large, covered pavilion.

Savy points at the pavilion, "That's where Ghazrim conducts most of his business," he explains, "The smaller tents are for less important merchants to conduct their sales."

The area here is filled with torches and spells that create light in the area. A number of merchants mill about, sometimes stopping at other tents to speak to the occupants.

Savy leads the seven of you to the pavilion and you enter to find that there are four drow in here. One of them wears fine robes, while the others have fine weapons strapped to their belts. Set in the center of the pavilion is a table full of food and drink, which don't look to have been touched at all. The robed drow glares at you as you enter, "Get out, now," she snarls.
Oct 11, 2017 4:18 pm
"Charming," Hunter smiles sweetly. "We were interested in speaking with someone of importance, but time is precious so I suppose you'll do." She steps further into the pavilion, pulling her own robes closer to avoid knocking over things, and positions herself opposite the drow with the table inbetween.
Oct 12, 2017 12:04 am
Elfog smirks as Hunter addresses the Drow.
Oct 12, 2017 6:32 am
Meriele keeps to the back, but studies the occupants meticulously. She does not appear humored by the "greeting" or the response. Rather, she seems more on edge than anything else.
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Oct 12, 2017 2:09 pm
The robed drow narrows her eyes at Hunter, "Out of respect for our hosts," she begins acidly, "I will give you one more chance to leave now before we have to make you leave. We are here by invitation, iblith, and you are not." You recognize the word iblith as the drow word for excrement.

Sarith and Savy step up beside hunter, "Perhaps it's best if we left," Savy begins, "I'd rather not sour trade relationships for my order here."

Sarith nods his agreement, "Think carefully on your next words," he advises, "You don't realize what you're getting into."

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Oct 12, 2017 3:20 pm
"I don't want to be around more drow filth longer than I have to anyway." Mai'ngor mutters, turning to leave.
Oct 12, 2017 4:15 pm
I bite my tongue and stand next to Mai’ngor. I hate them all. Well, almost all.
Oct 12, 2017 4:42 pm
Hunter also narrows her eyes. Without removing her gaze from the drow, she asks Savy in a quiet aside, "Am I to infer that your escort to this tent does not imply an invitation?"

With a resigned huff, she continues on, now turning to face Savy. "Don't answer that now, as I'm sure I won't like it. Very well, if not here, where are we to speak to your associates?"
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Oct 12, 2017 5:58 pm
"This is where Ghazrim conducts his meetings. If they are here, it is on his invitation and, as he is the Zhentarim head here..." he says as he turns to leave, "We will wait until they're gone and then we can speak to him."

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Oct 12, 2017 6:23 pm
Before she leaves, Hunter offers a curtsy and bows her head to the drow guests. She then departs the tent and stands outside, eyes narrow in tumultuous thought, arms folded across her body with her staff in the crook of her elbow.
Oct 12, 2017 8:25 pm
Meriele departs with the others, without a word to the other Drow. Outside, she rubs at the bandage over her eye as she speaks softly, "House Mazelor. A decidedly irrelevant group in the grand scheme. They are from Menzoberranzan, possibly here for trade."
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Oct 12, 2017 9:01 pm
Hunter silently considers the information as it is disclosed. Or perhaps she is simply distracted.
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"Really not so different from certain nobility, eh?" she mutters quietly, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips.
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Hunter closes her eyes, pursing her lips.
Oct 12, 2017 9:12 pm
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