Within the “land-moat”, just outside the barricade, he was glad to see the goblin still upright and talking to the elf, who was practically hid behind one of the outbuildings. Gath took a glance around for any traps. As he approached, Kezrin caught sight of him, sighed with relief, and beckoned him over.
“Choo left choor drink back der,” Gath’jin offered as an explanation for his interruption, handing Kezrin a spare glass of Firewater he had brought with him. He was not surprised when she was too distracted to take it, so he turned to look at . . . that elf.
Impatiently, Trenetir beckoned them both closer, further behind the out building. Gath’jin was wary, taking several sharp looks around again for a possible trap. The Hideaway guards would not be able to see anything that happened here behind the outbuilding.
Kezrin skooched forward a few small steps and stopped well out of reach of the elf; following her lead, Gath drew up beside her and crouched down. Lucy ruffled her feathers and paced behind the two AAMSers.
"Trust is far from coming it seems. I only wish to arrange a message, funny I thought that was your business,” said the elf, stating the more than obvious. “This message must not be written down but conveyed orally, if that means I must pay more then I shall.”
“We do that, we.” Gath nodded and wondered what the elf was up to now.
Kezrin confirmed, “Yeah... not a problem.”
Trenetir relayed the message he wanted delivered.
No surprise: the elf’s message was disturbing, his terms unsettling.
Kezrin seemed fairly quiet tonight, happy enough to let the troll do the final dealing. As she was the brains in this operation, he was glad to front for her. He could count on her to interject (or give him a quick kick) if he misstepped.
The oily elf ended his spiel, “Thank you as always for your courtesy and discretion,” and walked back into the Hideaway.
Edited by Gathjin on 9/1/2013 10:18 PM PDT