…but Fleece said that’s what they were going for and I would say they nailed it.
Shay, Fleece and Pablo wander the backstreets of Rooksfoot, drinking their way through some of the rougher joints of Trebuchet Row. Shay tries his best to hold his drink while Fleece schmoozes with the crowd and listens for leads. Pablo excuses himself and goes to pray.
In hindsight, it’s possible getting drunk in the first tavern we came to wasn’t the best idea. I was never a great drinker, both Fleece and Pablo having a far greater capacity in that area. Unusual as I’ve always been a hardy type. Okay, so I woke up a few gold coins lighter thanks to that bloody harlot who cosied up next to me, and I’m not convinced Fleece didn’t lift a few more when I was smashed… but I’m also sure he prevented the greater part of our wealth from being pilfered. It helps if you were born in the city and have the contacts…
Shay had the bright idea of visiting the gaol in search of some hoods needing bail to bolster their numbers, but what’s really needed is a magic-user. There was that guy performing magical tricks on the ‘Row, but what we need is proper magic. Pablo knows some clerical magic, of course, “but what I know about casting you could write on the back of a tavern wench’s arse“, and if we’re going to really compete in the arena, boys, we need some magical backup.
The gaol was a bust. Plenty of thugs, but as I said to Fleece, we need to be picky. Gold will pay a bond, but it won’t buy loyalty. Not for long, any way. Then again, what we can’t afford is to drink away all our gold in the inns.
If the boys let me down I can always cut my losses. I won’t let them know I think I think they’re both okay; I think I need them more than they need me right now.
Shae, Fleece and Pablo are played by @hb239.