Caerwyn
- Well, the whole deal is just as simple as I said in the announcement. We go to the place I know, we explore this place, we extract all the riches and divide it in equal parts among us. I feel myself generous enough to make such an offer because that may be risky.
If you agree, we depart immediately.
UltraValican
- Well, nelieve it or not, I won my knowledge in magic from an old battlemage in a round of poker a couple of years ago. And yes, I'm feeling like changing our route and visiting this old chap. So wait here, I'll set the orders to drivers, grab a squad of men and we'll depart - you'll lead.
Harry Baldman
- Still, they won't spit any words that will offend. Evermore.
The man speaking is tall and a bit fat. He wears a fine buiness suit under a fancy longcoat.
- And who might you be good sir? A Guild spectator, I presume? My name is Relow Vaticini. And you...?
Rolepgeek
You walk down to the main room. A few are sitting there, five of them, in fact. Three are bald bearded dwarves - you guess that they are not the interlocuters you are looking for. They are too drunk to mention your shy movements around the room. Another two are completely different - one is looks like a detective or a mafiosi: his fancy leathery longcoat and fedora are completely diverging his surrondings. He's drinking the drink so expensive that a single drop of it costs the same price that your whole equipment does. Second is a man in clothes so crumpled that it could be hardly recognized as a military uniform.
Patrick Hunt
((Sorry. Lagging internet.))
You have no movable radios - those are 25-kilo-boxes.