1) A Faolan has always been in the habit of frequenting the local tavern whenever he arrives in a new area. He's always found that it's the most useful place to gather information about the area as fast as possible, sometimes without even needing to put forth the effort of doing so. Get enough of the locals drunk and any number of interesting facts might come spilling forth.
He's finding that Phan is no different. The cook has been particularly useful in this regard, and over a few pints of ale Faolan has found out quite a number of interesting "Happs", as it turns out. Faolan lets the man get back to his job and allows himself an actual swallow of the ale he's been pretending to nurse for the last few hours, before grimacing at the sound of the 'music' playing from the back of the room. He breathes an audible sigh of relief as the front man grows so drunk they can no longer continue their set, sitting back in his chair as he does.
"Thank the gods," he murmurs quietly. Though not quietly enough.
3 Faolan's heard of this missing cargo from Mar. And the man had been right, it is suspicious. As a great many things in this town are shaping up to be, for that matter. What could have been in this shipment that is so important that the Fist are so worried it has been misplaced, Faolan would like to know.
Which is what has him off to investigate the docks. It's where all shipments are meant to come in and out of the city, after all. Because the lighthouse has gone out, the docks are quiet of the usual hustle and bustle of a busy shipyard. Is it the case that the shipment had never arrived, or is it that it had merely been misplaced?
Warily, Faolan begins to poke about the cartons. Glancing about cautiously to be certain no one is about before he picks one at random and starts to pry the lid off with the tip of his dagger.
He's just finished prying the lid off the crate when he hears the sound of footsteps behind him, and carefully he sets the lid back on the box and turns to sit on the top and watch the newcomer himself.
"A man draws attention upon himself, skulking about in the dark like that," he points out, once they draw near enough to hear his voice.
Says the man who had been doing exactly that.
4) B The more Faolan investigates this place, the less he likes the look of it. As if the long-abandoned place settings weren't bad enough, the freshly upturned dirt near the barracks sets his hair standing on edge.
Its a feeling that does nothing to dissipate as he makes his way into the eastern tower, pausing a moment to wonder at the state of the room itself before he steps forward to investigate in turn. Bending, he traces a finger in the dust upon the floor, edging between the clean path where the chair's been moved and the rest of the room itself.
"Something odd has been going on here," Faolan points out, before specifying, "For far more time than that lighthouse has been broken."
((ooc: i default to prose but please feel free to write in action brackets and i will happily match your style!! c:))
Faolan | The Bridei Chronicles | Rogue
Faolan has always been in the habit of frequenting the local tavern whenever he arrives in a new area. He's always found that it's the most useful place to gather information about the area as fast as possible, sometimes without even needing to put forth the effort of doing so. Get enough of the locals drunk and any number of interesting facts might come spilling forth.
He's finding that Phan is no different. The cook has been particularly useful in this regard, and over a few pints of ale Faolan has found out quite a number of interesting "Happs", as it turns out. Faolan lets the man get back to his job and allows himself an actual swallow of the ale he's been pretending to nurse for the last few hours, before grimacing at the sound of the 'music' playing from the back of the room. He breathes an audible sigh of relief as the front man grows so drunk they can no longer continue their set, sitting back in his chair as he does.
"Thank the gods," he murmurs quietly. Though not quietly enough.
3
Faolan's heard of this missing cargo from Mar. And the man had been right, it is suspicious. As a great many things in this town are shaping up to be, for that matter. What could have been in this shipment that is so important that the Fist are so worried it has been misplaced, Faolan would like to know.
Which is what has him off to investigate the docks. It's where all shipments are meant to come in and out of the city, after all. Because the lighthouse has gone out, the docks are quiet of the usual hustle and bustle of a busy shipyard. Is it the case that the shipment had never arrived, or is it that it had merely been misplaced?
Warily, Faolan begins to poke about the cartons. Glancing about cautiously to be certain no one is about before he picks one at random and starts to pry the lid off with the tip of his dagger.
He's just finished prying the lid off the crate when he hears the sound of footsteps behind him, and carefully he sets the lid back on the box and turns to sit on the top and watch the newcomer himself.
"A man draws attention upon himself, skulking about in the dark like that," he points out, once they draw near enough to hear his voice.
Says the man who had been doing exactly that.
4) B
The more Faolan investigates this place, the less he likes the look of it. As if the long-abandoned place settings weren't bad enough, the freshly upturned dirt near the barracks sets his hair standing on edge.
Its a feeling that does nothing to dissipate as he makes his way into the eastern tower, pausing a moment to wonder at the state of the room itself before he steps forward to investigate in turn. Bending, he traces a finger in the dust upon the floor, edging between the clean path where the chair's been moved and the rest of the room itself.
"Something odd has been going on here," Faolan points out, before specifying, "For far more time than that lighthouse has been broken."
((ooc: i default to prose but please feel free to write in action brackets and i will happily match your style!! c:))