[:plant:] [WFRP] The Oldenhaller Contract

Hamit had been nauseous and tired from the voyage, did not trust this city, and was now faced with this awful situation. Funny how the closer to civilization you get, the less civil things become. But since fate had decided to alter his plans up until now, he figured he would let it do so for one more night and gather his agenda the next day and move out.

"This might be the last time I make that mistake," Hamit thought. Hamit was not accustomed to this kind of situation. He was not a noble, but he was certainly not used to fraternizing with ill company. Hopefully the more country-bred brethren he was with could properly handle the situation.

Move against crates. Climp up into them if possible.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

Hamit felt consoled a bit that his fellow halfling was just as apprehensive about engaging any of the ugly fellows. He also wondered if the dwarf should worry more about being killed by the thugs or by the elf. He shrugged.

Break off some wood and throw it at closest dude.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

Hamit looked at the elf, blood oozing from his pointed ears like morning dew from a tobacco leaf. He definitely wouldn't be following his lead. Also, he could use a smoke.

Well, as mother always said about the bullies when he was a child, "Ye may as well just run away, Hamit. Theer bigger dan ye. No sense in hurtin' yeself."

What a cunty old rag.

Throw some more wood, for goodness sake!

Most amazing jew boots

Hamit carefully descends the stack of crates.

"None of ye interested in bothering that bugger for your coin back, eh?"

Hamit wasn't one for confrontations, but a little fore never bothered him. He picked up the footpad's loose arm and used it to point towards the door the old man man bolted shut.

"I mean, it may buy us some better drink that Mockenheimer Light."

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

Hamit didn't want any more of the trouble this group was bound to bring...but there was no other options for the night. He sat at the first table he found that wasn't being slobbered on by a drunken corpse for the time being and motioned for the other halfling to join him.

He would prefer a warm glass of his cousin's superb cherry meade at the moment, but he was going to guess this wasn't that kind of an establishment.
He didn't order anything. He just plopped his coin on the table and hoped that the innkeeper would have enough tact to not poison him since he bothered to pay for his drink. He would ask the innkeeper about room and board once he brought it.

Question innkeeper about getting situated for the night. Also, observe the room.

How ya doing, buddy?

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

Hamit wanders outside after the measly and disappointing breakfast. The mutts...what good they did. Aren't animals supposed to ward off trouble? Maybe they could be sold for some coin.

With some compassion, but only because he was in a similar situation as the others, Hamit suggests the group accompany him to the gallery where he was to present his sculptures. He would likely be turned away due to lacking his invitation, but perhaps they could steer the other poor fellows into some work and provide him with some advice.

For his part, Hamit wasn't going to waste this trip to the city. He wanted to experience the cities art and culture, since he had been robbed of his original purpose.

"Why don't ye all come wid' me today, no? I think me comrades in the arts might have some gainful employment for ya brutish fellows."

Acquire directions to gallery to best of ability.

FELIPE NO

Hamit, after being told the description of the man whom had left the card, was comfortable with the situation. He was not a noble or an aristocrat, but he found their habits pleasing when he could afford them. It took learning to act like one to be able to obtain their business. He figured he would be useful in haggling with the gentleman about the work to be done.

Besides, he couldn't well experience the city without a few coins in his pocket.

What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?

Having stopped to buy a sling on the way to Oldenhaller (due to the dangerous exursion last night, he figured he could rely on his other skills with stones), Hamit found that the group had left him behind. By the time he caught up, the man had haggled them and shut them out. Merely 10 minutes worth of briefing, and he had missed it all.

Strangely enough, they'd manage to bargain quite a deal for the work. But when he found out the nature of the work from the other halfling, he was taken aback. He needed the money, but did not nearly wish to trudge around in sewers and provoke fights with local cretins.

Perhaps he would just tag along and see what unfolds. He did need the cash, after being stranded in the city.

Shop for a sling. Pick up rocks?

Jam it back in, in the dark.

Hamit enters the room and observes the bodies. He begins to turn one with his feet, but a pool of blood oozes from underneath due to the disturbance.
Hamit jumps back, does a little leprechaun dance, and let's out a rather audible "EEEEEEEEEEEEPPP~!"


Inspect bodies

There's nowhere I can't reach.

While Hamit half observes - half wretches on - the corpses in the room, the others thrash their way into the adjoining room.

During their absense, it was him and the elf. Suddenly, however, he heart the footsteps of a portly man making his way into the room from the entrance. Hamit had a good ear for these things. Turning around, he is locked in the stare of a beardy, red man. There was something comical in his face, but Hamit couldn't put his stubby finger on it.



The man quickly swept up the elf and stuffed him in a burlap bag. He muttered some vulgarities about his wife, then went the way he came.

With a bit of shock, Hamit simply retreated to the room with the others. He noticed the dwarf hulking over a human, pressing him. The Kislevite man was at the other end, ear to the door, with a confused look on his face.
Hamit moves there and attempts to listen as well.

language check

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.