Intimidate -> d20+3 = 21
Darykis opposed roll -> d20+3+0 = 5
"I just want to get my stuff and get out of here."
The tavern is dark and it takes Simon's eyes a moment to adjust. There are three people playing some weird game involving wooden tablets and dice, one woman sleeping on a table in a corner, and the bartender. The bartender looks like a tall, barrel-chested woman with red hair, who is probably in her 50s or 60s. Or she's younger and lead a really hard life. Either way, your first impression is she looks a lot like a cranky female dwarf who happens to be the size of an orc.
The people playing their weird game watch Simon walk past, and the bartender watches his approach.
Sense Motive -> d20+3 = 23
They don't seem to bear any ill intent, but they feel Simon is out of place.
The bartender's eyes shift to Darykis. Her voice is higher-pitched than expected: "Not your usual entorage..."
"Yeah, I'm afraid plans changed rather suddenly. Did Cathi stop by?"
"Not since the four of you were here two weeks ago."
"Good. We're gonna go down for a couple minutes. A few other people might come by later, too."
"I'm not going to pick into your business."
"I'm getting... bought out. I'll make sure you're paid through the month, and these other guys can work out whatever they want with you."
"Sigh. I rather liked getting paid to rent out space I wasn't even using, anyway. Take whatever you need. You want to take a pint on the way down? On the house."
"I'm good. Maybe this beefcake wants one, though."
Darykis takes Simon behind the bar, into a store room, and down a wooden staircase. It leads to a storeroom about the size as the back of the bar. He goes up to a wood-backed shelf with boxes, points to it, and asks Simon to slide it to the left. While it is heavy, it moves surprisingly easily; the boxes must be empty, and it glides along catches in the wall. It opens into a room about the size of the rest of the tavern. The ceiling is stuffed with straw, which deadens the noise from upstairs. There is a metal rod hanging on the wall with a rag over it. An eerie green light is coming from under the rag. Darkyis points to it and tells Simon to take it. It's an ever-burning torch. The rag is likely there to keep too much light from coming out from behind the fake wall.
The room is bathed in a green light. There are boxes and shelves all throughout the room. They are all very similar in appearance, and there are so many, it looks like a mini warehouse. Darykis moves to certain boxes quite quickly, popping tops off. They are all filled with straw or rags, but he moves them aside to reveal bags of coins.
"Each of these bags should be exactly 100 gold coins, counted out. These ones are platinum. I'm going to take two, which is the 2,000 gold we agreed to earlier. Anyway, these open ones are all the ones with coins. Some other ones have opium in them. The others have rocks, so the boxes all have some heft to them. I can point out the opium if you want. There should be several thousand more gold here, plus what's in the other stashes. Take what you want now, or come back later with the others. Brenda will let you in."
Darykis heads back upstairs with Simon.
"Well, mum, I've got to go. It's been a pleasure working with you. Let this lug or any of his friends in, please."
He hands her a sack. She bends down a bit to take it, and he kisses her cheek.
"I'm going to miss you, you little kook. Take care."
"Sure thing, mum."
He turns to Simon: "So, are you going to honor our agreement and let me go? I plan to be out of the city in the next 24 hours."
Darykis opposed roll -> d20+3+0 = 5
"I just want to get my stuff and get out of here."
The tavern is dark and it takes Simon's eyes a moment to adjust. There are three people playing some weird game involving wooden tablets and dice, one woman sleeping on a table in a corner, and the bartender. The bartender looks like a tall, barrel-chested woman with red hair, who is probably in her 50s or 60s. Or she's younger and lead a really hard life. Either way, your first impression is she looks a lot like a cranky female dwarf who happens to be the size of an orc.
The people playing their weird game watch Simon walk past, and the bartender watches his approach.
Sense Motive -> d20+3 = 23
They don't seem to bear any ill intent, but they feel Simon is out of place.
The bartender's eyes shift to Darykis. Her voice is higher-pitched than expected: "Not your usual entorage..."
"Yeah, I'm afraid plans changed rather suddenly. Did Cathi stop by?"
"Not since the four of you were here two weeks ago."
"Good. We're gonna go down for a couple minutes. A few other people might come by later, too."
"I'm not going to pick into your business."
"I'm getting... bought out. I'll make sure you're paid through the month, and these other guys can work out whatever they want with you."
"Sigh. I rather liked getting paid to rent out space I wasn't even using, anyway. Take whatever you need. You want to take a pint on the way down? On the house."
"I'm good. Maybe this beefcake wants one, though."
Darykis takes Simon behind the bar, into a store room, and down a wooden staircase. It leads to a storeroom about the size as the back of the bar. He goes up to a wood-backed shelf with boxes, points to it, and asks Simon to slide it to the left. While it is heavy, it moves surprisingly easily; the boxes must be empty, and it glides along catches in the wall. It opens into a room about the size of the rest of the tavern. The ceiling is stuffed with straw, which deadens the noise from upstairs. There is a metal rod hanging on the wall with a rag over it. An eerie green light is coming from under the rag. Darkyis points to it and tells Simon to take it. It's an ever-burning torch. The rag is likely there to keep too much light from coming out from behind the fake wall.
The room is bathed in a green light. There are boxes and shelves all throughout the room. They are all very similar in appearance, and there are so many, it looks like a mini warehouse. Darykis moves to certain boxes quite quickly, popping tops off. They are all filled with straw or rags, but he moves them aside to reveal bags of coins.
"Each of these bags should be exactly 100 gold coins, counted out. These ones are platinum. I'm going to take two, which is the 2,000 gold we agreed to earlier. Anyway, these open ones are all the ones with coins. Some other ones have opium in them. The others have rocks, so the boxes all have some heft to them. I can point out the opium if you want. There should be several thousand more gold here, plus what's in the other stashes. Take what you want now, or come back later with the others. Brenda will let you in."
Darykis heads back upstairs with Simon.
"Well, mum, I've got to go. It's been a pleasure working with you. Let this lug or any of his friends in, please."
He hands her a sack. She bends down a bit to take it, and he kisses her cheek.
"I'm going to miss you, you little kook. Take care."
"Sure thing, mum."
He turns to Simon: "So, are you going to honor our agreement and let me go? I plan to be out of the city in the next 24 hours."
