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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 19, 2018 4:33:01 GMT
Jonarth needs a ship, and recalling the strange westerner’s advice to him, he decided to try his luck with the City Watch and their sense of mercy, or more promisingly, their lust for flesh and booze. He dressed in his nicest clothing that wasn’t reserved for the masquerade and headed ahorse to the Governors Hold, where the dungeons could be found. A few days in that sweaty dark he’ll should make the sailors sing like birds, if he could promise them freedom.
Whistling happily he approached the gaol and asked to speak to a magistrate.
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Post by The Horror on Dec 19, 2018 9:59:40 GMT
Debrazzio's was a well known name, so he was escorted to the Captain's Office to confer with the Dragon Knight herself.
The Sargeant that had accompanied him there announced his arrival to the Captain, proceeded to look up from a series of notes that had been scattered across her table. As Jonarth was ushered in, he could see her picking it all up (including some pieces of silk cloth) and putting it away into a drawer.
"What do you want with me, Debrazzio?" Saerena said briefly, her tone spartan as always. The Dragon Knight used her bright silver hair cropped short, which often lead to some confusion about her gender. As always, she was clad in the black scale mail, the uniform of the Dragon Guard. Her helmet, shaped like a dragon, was laying on a display right next to her.
"I don't have all day, I have a murder to solve." She barked.
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 19, 2018 15:17:14 GMT
Jonarth nodded. So she did. “A shame about Lord Gaelyn,” he said neutrally. “A bad gambler but a decent enough sort.” He was an idiot and a boor but no sense saying that aloud. Also he had owed him a lot of money and his death was regrettable. “I will have my ladies keep their ears open for any information. “My lady,” he said, “I’m looking to take a nuisance off your hands. Those salt smugglers whose ship went missing,” he began, knowing this wouldn’t end awfully well, “I’ve got a way they can repay the colony for their malfeasance.”
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Post by The Horror on Dec 19, 2018 16:06:26 GMT
Saraena stared incredulous at Jonarth for a couple heartbeats. Her eyes were those of someone who's thinking of the several ways she could punch him for asking such a stupid question.
"Yes, please, random citizen number three. Here are the keys to their cells, take them away." She said in a mocking tone. The Captain was a well known for being both 'by the book' and 'no nonsense'. This request was both nonsense and didn't comply with the book.
"Are you out of your mind, Debrazzio? You think you can just waltz in here and ask to take away my prisoners?" She asked, the tone of a woman who had just been interrupted during a very important task, which was the exact case. "
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 19, 2018 16:15:54 GMT
Jon always has a proposal. “I’m assisting the Society with a final attempt at making this colony capable of expansion,” he said. “I’ve got swords to guard them, supplies, the whole works. I’ve even got an actual destination,” he added. “These miscreants have risked the long term viability of Linyanti, which I love deeply, having been here since day one. Most of us who showed up that day are gone now, or fled back to the motherland.” He shrugged. “If we find something the whole city prospers, and if they fail, the natives will do your justice for you. Having them eat our food and rot in prison does nothing compared to the assistance they could render. As well as the gold that will swell our coffers.”
After his little speech, he added in an offhand tone, “Lord Gaelyn came to me the day he died asking for five hundred golden honors to pay a debt,” he said. “He had a slave girl with him, pretty blonde thing.” He looked both ways and then leaned in. “He said he owed Laenar Maltolos the money thanks to a Foolish bet.”
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Post by The Horror on Dec 19, 2018 16:52:17 GMT
"You make a compelling case, Dabrezzio. Forced labour in benefit of the colony is always a good argument. Especially considering they are probably going to waste when we throw them the lions. However, your project was doomed as soon as you mentioned the Society." Saraena said with a sigh, betraying that she had genuinely liked his speech as whole. "If Lord Taernarys ever heard that I have provided free labor for an expedition involving Lord Santygar then it would be my head being served on a silver plate to a pack of starving felines."
At the second part of his statement, the Captain stared at Dabrezzio curiously yet with certain reluctance.
"That is valuable information." She said briefly. Taking some notes down into a piece of parchment. "However, I would be careful of going around implying anything about the Lord Justiciar having any involvement in this. Let's keep this information between us, alright?"
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 19, 2018 18:10:09 GMT
“I swear I shall imply nothing,” he vowed. “The last thing I want is to make an enemy of House Maltolos, but...” he let the thought remain unfinished unless prompted.
“I have another use that would benefit the colony,” he offered. “I have located suitable ground for a farm, safe from trails by the natives and positioned in a place that will make a safe secondary harbor for fishing ships or sailing vessels waiting out storms. Forty strong lawbreakers would go a long way toward securing the land from its current beastly rulers. I assure you not one drop of sweat will benefit anyone who doesn’t enjoy the Governor’s favor. It would be a shame if a personal vendetta led to a loss of potential gain for us all.”
charisma 60 if required
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Post by The Horror on Dec 19, 2018 18:24:17 GMT
CHA: 117 - Failure
"Of course, that's not the only problem. There's also the whole possibility that you have been involved with them from the beginning and just want to get your thugs out of jail." She explained. "Of course, you are one of our most esteemed citizens and I would never imply that this is the case. However, in my office I need to keep possibilities open."
"I'm sorry, sir. But I cannot compromise on this. These men are under my custody and shall remain until they are judged by the Lord Justiciar. Unless orders come from even higher up the chain. In that case, I would suggest you confer directly with the Lord Governor."
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 19, 2018 18:35:45 GMT
Jonarth modded. “Thank you for your time,” he said politely despite the rather severe implication she had sent his way. If he owned the damn ship he wouldn’t need to find it, after all. “I shall see if he shall receive me.” He turned and exited. He planned on doing some implying.
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