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[Weirdsound]

Hel-Shredder stares at the noble outfit in his hands on the way out of the tailor. His nerves are high. The upcoming Gala will be his opportunity to impress the militant faction within House Lyrandar, but could also turn out to be a huge wasted investment if he were to fail. The stakes were high to be sure...

The Hobgobin is not paying attention to where he is going, and completely oblivious to the fact that he is about to walk right into Sormias, who is apparently entering the same shop in search of clothes of her own!

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"Awesome! Are you good with a Rapier? I could check to see if we didn't sell the alien ones we found last mission yet. Might be able to get you one at a discount."

The Hobgoblin grins. "I'm still working on nailing down our exact departure date. It should be within the month though. In the meantime, I could get you work in the offices here. The pay ain't great, only 1 sovereign a day, but it comes with free board at the staffhouse, and once you get 60 days under your belt, I could recommend you for promotion to House Agent, which gives you free boarding even when you are not working!"

[JaxtalMK2]

This... didn't bode well indeed. Hmm... though asking straight up seemed like it'd be a bit uncouth, even to Dullahan who never really did have much for courtly manners or the like. Though walking in blind seemed foolish too.... so before it got to that early retirement, he'd attempt to quietly catch the one in blue, seeing if he could get informed... hoping she'd want to inform him.

[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at request]

[retromach]

"It's a secret." The blue woman giggled back to Dullahan with sadistic warmth. "But you'll be safe. More or less."

They seemed to be leading him towards the door. He floated through the air towards it, powerless over his flight spell now. He had the genuine sense that if he squirmed to resist they'd only enjoy it more.

He could of course insist, and return his pay. He will have had a tremendous evening but he is not likely to keep his new friends, however, if he does.

[retromach]

Sormias, too, disappointed the team of tailors at Gallifan Couture, who returned to a game of cards after the second most junior member was sent to assist her.

[JaxtalMK2]

Hoo boy.... well this was... odd. Odd and somewhat worrisome? He'd squirm a little... hey, if they'd enjoy it why not. Though... they had said he'd be safe so... eh, new experiences could be worth it. It's not like he was going to wake up in an ice bath with organs missing.... probably. Besides, even if they were.... odd, the girls seemed interesting outside of that so... what's the harm in one night to figure out what the heck's going on.

[Weirdsound]

The Hobgoblin collides with the Abberation, dropping the fancy clothes he was carrying on the ground! "HEY! WATCH WHERE YOU ARE GOING YO-" He begins to snap before noticing who he collided with. "Oh. ...Um sorry about that. Hello Sormias! You okay?"


He looks down at his new clothes on the ground and can't help but frown. Now he was going to have to bully some lesser arcanist at the office into Prestidigitating them clean.

[retromach]

Dullahan arrived back at the Red Woman's home, a flying palace in the sky. The trio stepped from the airskiff and went inside. A great adamantium portcullis closed behind them. Walking up a long hall, they entered a vaulted chamber. A portcullis slammed behind that too. The blue woman held Dullahan's shoulders as the red woman sashayed towards a mounded hill of gold and jewels.

She turned, her dress spun, and she grew. Before Dullahan was a Red Dragon. She towered up into the room, and leaned in towards him, her head easily as large as an airskiff. The blue woman giggled, and the dragon took his head between her scaly lips, lifting it from his shoulders...

Unspeakable things were done that evening, but none brought Dullahan to any permanent harm. By morning, the dragon was done with him, but Dullahan had definitely made a friend of the blue woman, who introduced herself as Zowo Majesty. She said that she found him very entertaining, and offers him a wish.. if she can engage him for thirty days, and make him tell people what he and the Dragon did. Possibly show.

[Bill Chompski]

"I don't use rapiers." He replies, shaking his head. "And I don't know office work. I'll be around." The man finishes abruptly, promptly leaving the office.

Having left the office, he proceeds to count his coins (85 galifars), and head out to find a shop.

Detlas Jundar's Shopping List
- 1 set of chainmail armor
- 1 metal shield

After that, he'll bring his gear back to his room in the guild, and try to find a library or...something, to catch up on what's happened the last 8 years. This is alright if it takes a few days.

[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at request]

[Weirdsound]

"Thanks! Like thanks alot." Mr. Shredder professes, his ears dipping a bit to express gratitude. "I need those in top shape for the big art Gala tomorrow. I'm going to try to impress the Military Development clique within House Lyrandar at the party. If I can get in good with them, they might help provide the Kraken and her crew with extra defensive measures... which going by our last adventure may come in handy."

Suddenly the Hobgoblin's eyes light up. He'd be the talk of the evening if he could drag the pretty abberation from another world to the party. "Wait... you are an artsy type, aren't you? Want to tag along? Look at the pretty pictures and sculptures? Its fifty gp for a ticket, and you need nice clothes, but somebody as social as you could make some important friends! Hell, you've made it clear you are into sleeping around. I bet you could get lucky and find somebody to take home!"

[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at request]

[Weirdsound]

Mr. Shredder is momentarily taken aback. The thought that a non-goblinoid would even be remotely interested in him had never even crossed his mind. Hel-Shredder didn't find Sormias quite as attractive as he might a female Hobgoblin, but she had a particular charm to her, and he was the sort who would suck it up and lay with the world's ugliest Orc if he thought doing so would serve his interests.

"On one hand, sleeping with one's co-workers is usually ill-advised," Mr. Shredder responds, quickly regaining his composure, "but on the other, what sort of arcane scholar would I be if I turned down an opprotunity to examine an Abberation's body in the greatest possible detail and document her response to various stimuli? You've got yourself a date, friend!"

"Well..." The Hobgoblin catches himself, as frightening thoughts enter his head, "that is assuming you just want me to stick my bits into one of the holes concealed by your garments and thrust until you are happy. No offense, but I have no clue how you work and don't need you biting off my head off to get off, or laying eggs in my spine, or anything like that."

[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at request]

[Weirdsound]

Mr. Shredder dosn't even bat an eye, and observes Sormias' explanation as he might any other lesson on extraplanar biology. "Simple enough." He concludes at the end.

He ponders the question on clothes for a few seconds. "All the upper class care about is that it looks like you spent money on the outfit. Spend 15 gold and you will be fine. If you intend to do more galas after this, I'd spend most of your paycheck on something enchanted. Unless the gettup is real expensive, people will think you are tacky for wearing the same thing to more than one party. I'd wear something very form fitting to show how pretty you are, and give your future conquests the correct wicked ideas, but I wouldn't be too forward and show too much skin; We don't need you actually picking up any third parties for our sexual encounter. I'm not opposed to such things, but it will be snug enough in my bed with just the pair of us."