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A Small Note

[Silver Tankard, Terrace]
Outside in the open air, the terrace appears to be a popular gathering spot for groups to meet and enjoy one another's company. Under the spread of two large bom trees, several tables and benches provide ample seating. Fresh rabu meat sizzles temptingly on a spit over an open fire pit. Next to a tarp-covered lean-to on the rear wall of the tavern, a large door leads back into the common room. Also here is Severin (seated).

The delectible aroma of open-roasted rabu assails your nostrils.

> l sev
Severin is a man of kivian ancestry in his thirties. His pale eyes are blue with a thoughtful quality. He has a long nose, a pursed mouth, and a clean-shaven face. He wears his fine golden yellow hair in a long tail,
clasped at the back with a leather queue. He has rounded ears, pale skin, and a slender build.
He is holding an earthenware mug in his left hand.
He is wearing a platinum ring, a suede-trimmed deep purple sheath, some black kersey trousers, some rune-covered black rolled-top boots, a bulky trimmed black leather case, a finely woven purple brocade cloak with a platinum heart-shaped clasp on it, a platinum chain, an embroidered black leather sack, some thin burnished leather gloves, a thin vyrewood shortbow, and an oiled deep purple leather thigh sheath.

Severin sips some hot herbal honey-flavored blackroot tea from his earthenware mug.
You sit down on a long temir bench.
Severin nods to you.
You smile at Severin.
Severin says, "That was shark-like."
Severin sips some hot herbal honey-flavored blackroot tea from his earthenware mug.
You say, "I'm the terror the skilks tell their children of."
You chuckle.
Severin says, "Ah."
You say, "Guess what I've got for you."
Severin asks, "I don't suppose you need a hand..?"
You ask, "In terrorizing skilks?"
Severin points at the severed hand of a simbu.
Severin points at a wooden lean-to.
Although gouged in a few places from misplaced daggers, the table serves its purpose adequately.
In the wooden lean-to are two severed hands of a simbu.
Severin says, "In there."
You grimace.
Severin says, "I don't understand people."
Severin sips some hot herbal honey-flavored blackroot tea from his earthenware mug.
You say, "Perhaps it's some empath's idea of a meat locker."
You get an embellished brass coffer from a fitted black velvet cloak.
You offer your embellished brass coffer to Severin.
Severin accepts your offer.
Severin says, "Lovely."
You say, "I have five in all."
Severin says, "For Eyssa's sake. I don't get any rest."
You say, "But you enjoy the profit."
Severin says, "If you'd take the time to kiss and make up with Shala, she's quite a capable trapsmith."
Severin opens an embroidered pale lavender leather pouch.
Severin gets some wax-coated pliers from an embroidered pale lavender leather pouch.
You say, "If she ever emerges from Cappy's, I will."
Severin begins to tinker with his embellished brass coffer.
Severin tinkers with the front of the lockplate and looks a bit pleased.
Severin begins to disarm something on his embellished brass coffer.
Severin says, "I've got the money from your other coffers, by the way."
You nod.
Severin grunts and then yanks a small metal latch free from the lock, sending it tumbling to the ground.
Severin puts some wax-coated pliers in his embroidered pale lavender leather pouch.
Severin drops an embellished brass coffer.
Severin opens an embroidered black leather sack.
Severin gets a few imperials from an embroidered black leather sack.
Severin offers his few imperials to you.
You accept Severin's offer.
You open an embroidered black leather pouch.
Severin gets a great number of royals from an embroidered black leather sack.
You put a few imperials in your embroidered black leather pouch.
Severin gets an iron file lockpick from an embroidered pale lavender leather pouch.
Severin gets a thin iron wrench from an embroidered pale lavender leather pouch.
You hear a soft hiss over your shoulder and catch a movement beyond the doorway.
Severin starts to fiddle with the embellished brass coffer.
Severin plays around with the lockpick while nodding to himself.
Severin bypasses the lock with little effort.
The lock on the embellished brass coffer opens with a click!
You act: Jurion straightens up.
Severin puts an iron file lockpick in his embroidered pale lavender leather pouch.
Severin puts a shiny iron wrench in his embroidered pale lavender leather pouch.
Severin picks up an embellished brass coffer.
Severin opens an embellished brass coffer.
Severin gets a banded egg-shaped sardonyx from an embellished brass coffer.
You ask, "Did you do something rude just now?"
Severin puts a banded egg-shaped sardonyx in his embroidered black leather sack.
Severin glances at you.
Severin asks, "What are you talking about?"
You say, "Eh. Probably nothing."
You ask, "Do you want some ribs?"
You say, "I'm starving."
You shrug.
You stand up.
Severin tosses his embellished brass coffer aside.
Pulling back the fur curtain, you go through the door.

[The Silver Tankard, Common Room]
In this dimly lit tavern, mismatched tables and chairs are spread around the room, providing plenty of seating. Neatly labeled, a small menu is tacked above the polished vyrewood bar where several stools await thirsty patrons. In the large open-hearthed fireplace, a crackling fire is kept going all year long. A fur-draped doorway at the back leads onto the terrace, while a wooden door leads out onto the street. You see Mariposa.

The tantalizing aromas of roasting meat and baking breads come from a wide archway in the north wall, delightfully scenting the room.

You hear the voice of a dirty-faced boy say, "Hey gov."
You raise an eyebrow.
You say, "Come out from under wherever you're at."
You hear the voice of a dirty-faced boy ask, "That fella gonna come out?"
You say, "No, he's busy."
You notice a dirty-faced boy gradually materialize.
A dirty-faced boy looks nervously about.

> l boy
This young boy with the dirty face is a druim'dwer in his teens with a thick-set stocky build, greasy black braids and mischievious hazel eyes.
A dirty-faced boy is holding a small note in his right hand and a single imperial in his left hand.
He is wearing a moth-eaten watchet canvas shirt with a grey muslin jerkin hanging over it, some plain leather boots, and some ripped navy pants.

A dirty-faced boy grins at you.
A dirty-faced boy says, "Gots a note fer ya."
A dirty-faced boy waves his small note around.
A dirty-faced boy asks, "Gots a tip fer me?"
You say, "You look like you've got a tip already."
You nod at a dirty-faced boy's single imperial.
A dirty-faced boy grins.
You say, "Here."
A dirty-faced boy says, "Last lady was a real charmer."
A dirty-faced boy says, "Had class."
You say, "Oh, really? I can't let myself go without class, then."
You get a single imperial from an embroidered black leather pouch.
A dirty-faced boy says, "Ya look like a nice enough gent."
You offer your single imperial to a dirty-faced boy.
A dirty-faced boy grins at you.
A dirty-faced boy puts the single imperial in his jerkin.
A dirty-faced boy accepts your offer.
A dirty-faced boy offers his small note to you.
You say, "Take it to the baths and have a scrub."
You accept a dirty-faced boy's offer.
A dirty-faced boy scoffs.
You grin slightly.
A dirty-faced boy says, "I hides better with it."
A dirty-faced boy smirks.
You put a small note in your embroidered black leather pouch.
You say, "You blend in with the rest of the grime."
A dirty-faced boy snickers.
A dirty-faced boy says, "Its me job."
A dirty-faced boy scampers out without a backwards glance.
A dirty-faced boy goes through the door.

> l note
There are some words written on this note.

> read note
Written in black ink, you read...
Sharla, Essence Inn.
You act: Jurion cocks his head.
You put a small note in your embroidered black leather pouch.
You close an embroidered black leather pouch.

[ I buy some food and drinks and head back to the terrace, banter with Severin, make an excuse about needing to go to the bank and make for the Essence Inn. ]

[Essence Inn, Front Room]
Shades of deep violet light cast shadows along the walls and the huge stone fireplace, which stands facing the door. A fringed carpet woven with archaic symbols and glyphs lies directly in front of a kirchewood desk. A large arch, blockaded by massive bronze filigree doors, leads to a small reading room. Opposite the arch, a dark hallway looms. You see Sharla Giltral (seated behind a kirchewood desk).

A lingering scent of incense pervades the air.
The only obvious exit is out.

You nod to Sharla Giltral politely.
Sharla Giltral turns her back to you, obviously not interested in what you have to say.
You walk over to a kirchewood desk.
You lean on a kirchewood desk.

> l sharl
Sharla Giltral is a dark elven woman in her early forties with short curly black hair, deep jade eyes, an aquiline nose and full lips. Sharla has a wise look that belies her age and a sharp, no-nonsense demeanor.
Sharla Giltral is holding a dark red leather-bound tome in her left hand.
She is wearing a white linen tunic over a pale blue kirtle, some polished brown boots, some gold-rimmed spectacles with quartz lenses, and a pale blue skirt with black trim.

You ask, "Brief History of Thrael, is it?"
You nod at Sharla Giltral's dark red leather-bound tome.
You say, "I couldn't get past all the muck about the Hegemon."
You open an embroidered black leather pouch.
You get a small note from an embroidered black leather pouch.
You ask, "A boy sent this for me?"
You raise an eyebrow in Sharla Giltral's direction.
You show your small note to Sharla Giltral.
You ask, "Busy, hm?"
Sharla says softly, "Did you have something you wanted to ask me about?"
You ask, "Only this. Did you perhaps mistake your instructions to the boy? Were you wanting to see me?"
You tap your small note.
Sharla Giltral leans on a kirchewood desk.
You say, "I haven't borrowed any books from you that I'm aware of."
You smile charmingly at Sharla Giltral.
Sharla whispers to you, "Ah yes, Scholar Pularynth told me to watch for you. He has some things planned for you."
Sharla whispers to you, "Scholar Pularynth is a wizened man. He mentioned something about a meeting with you."
You raise an eyebrow slightly.
Sharla whispers to you, "This upcoming Moorsday.. in the evening around ten. Pularynth will be stopping by to meet with you in the reading room. Please, though, do not mention this to anyone... there're quite a few people around these parts that don't do kindly to his visiting."
You nod to Sharla Giltral agreeably.
Sharla Giltral turns her back to you, obviously not interested in what you have to say.
You say, "Well, then, that's cleared up."
You say, "I assure you, I shouldn't want anyone thinking I'd borrowed 'Hat Traditions' and not given it back."
You grin slightly at Sharla Giltral.
Sharla Giltral ponders your existence.
You put a small note in your embroidered black leather pouch.
You close an embroidered black leather pouch.