Rangers in Foreign Lands - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
21/5/479
Log
It's early noon in Firmament, and it is warm today. The warmth is not helped in the least by the light rain that patters down upon the city. While it might cool things a little, it also makes the air thick and muggy, but business must go on. A trading ship has arrived in the docks today and while that is not an unusual thing in this city, it has brought with it a visitor looking for Freeswords to handle a job. Seated on a crate near the docks is a tall Panda being, his leaf green cowl tugged up against the rain while he idly carves away at a scrimshaw, awaiting any interested business partners.
Fenris saunters down the docks, humming idly to himself. He is back in his familiar stripes and his familiar, long, black coat. It hangs open today and he has returned to the sleeveless look as a concession to the muggy heat, his fluffy white chest exposed. The big tiger saunters up to the panda and shoves his hands deep in his pocket. "i heard there was a job to be had around here?" he asks with a smile.
Natska is not far behind, drawn from the relatively more comfortable confines of the Freesword's tavern by talk of a potentially interesting job. The jaguar is fully armed and in her armor, with a thin cloak with the hood pulled up to ward against the rain. She gives Fenris a small smile as she spots the tiger, then inclines her head towards the panda.
Given that the meeting place is not far from where she lives and works, Cirra is not too far behind the others as she approaches. While it may be hot and muggy, she seems to be enjoying the wetness. New to most folks present though, would be a brand in the shape of a blacksmith's hammer on her caudal fin. She gives a wave to the jaguar. She may be less haeavily armored, but she is no less prepared.
Peter strides along the docks with folder arms, nose wrinkled in disgust at the poor weather combined with the docks being the docks. The little chipmunk is dressed in his usual business attire, though it seems one part of his kit has gotten an upgrade, with some crystals studding the holt of his sword now visible. He arrives in front of the panda rather quickly, stopping and turning on his heel to face their business partner. He opts to avoid talking just yet, instead nodding in agreement with the tiger. He also takes some time to look the jaguar and the shark over, chewing his lip with a hint of anxiety from being around all these strangers.
"Aye, that I do!" The gruff being replies, shoving his hunting knife back into the sheath on his chest. "My apologies for being so vague in the job posting. I couldn't risk the wrong people knowing. Well, wrong person. As far as I know, he's alone on this." He reaches into his satchel for a moment and pulls up a roll of parchment and opens it before the group, depicting a wanted posted with the rough sketch of a robin being on it. "Meet Gerald. This fine being here stole something precious from the wrong people and skipped town. Naturally, they want it back. And him. And unfortunately, I have no authority here," he says, setting the parchment away again. "That's where you come in. If you would, I'd have you seek him out within town for me and... Lure him outside the town gates. How you go about this is your business. Use your wily tongues or drag him out, your call. But alive. I'm not here for bodies."
Fenris looks over the Panda's clothing and raises an eyebrow. "Your an Auroon Manhunter," he says with surprise, "You are a very long way from home, my friend. This Gerald must have taken something impressive if you have followed him all the way to Firmament." He examines the wanted poster, giving a greeting nod to Natska, Cassidy and Cirra. There would be time for reunions later. "Any idea where he might be?" the tiger asks.
Natska raises her eyebrows at the mission, then nods her head and spends a moment studying the sketch. "Mmmm... fortunately I do not recall seeing too many feathered beings of that plumage. Do you suspect he has been attempting to sell his goods? Or is he hiding?"
Cirra frowns to herself, looking over her gear. Looks like she's definitely going to be improvising a lot. She shrugs a bit, content to see what the others are going to do. She herself has the same questions as the others, so she doesn't feel the need to try to get someone to speak for her.
Peter peers at the robin in the image, nodding along with the large panda as he explains his situation. The others do seem to be doing a good job of speaking for the group, and so he shuffles over beside Cirra, lowering his folded arms and giving her a nod and a quick & quiet "Hello ma'am."
The Panda snorts and nods at Fenris. "That's our job. We go where the guard cannot," he says, before looking out over the city. "And I know not where he'd be. I've not been to this city before. Wherever fugitives go, I suppose," he shrugs, leaning back and propping one leg over the other. "If I had to guess, he's trying to sell it. Monastic artifacts probably fetch a high price to those that know what they are. I certainly doubt he has any personal connection to it. If he did, he'd probably have respect enough not to steal it."
Fenris stares. Monastery artifacts out of Auroon. "Are you sure he doesn't have a death wish?" the tiger asks, "And how did he even get it out? Are we expecting a fight?" He looks to the others and scratches at the thick fur on his chest, fiddling with the large, ornamental pendant he wears. "The Pig might be the best place to start," he says. If only Natska had been on this mission with him, he might have tried some. . . alternative methods of information gathering, but with the others involved, he would have to limit himself.
"Mmmhm. The Pig would be a good start, I think, and the other taverns near there," Natska agrees. "Even if he had run to ground in the Shanties, he'd need to do some networking to try and find a buyer." She turns back to the panda and bows her head. "We will track him down, sir. And may I ask your name?"
Cirra gives a short wave and sings to the chipmunk, not expecting him to understand. <I can't talk. My apologies. I am Cirra Stormborn.> She looks to the others, curious why Fenris seems to be fidgeting. She waits for the others to move out.
Peter nods in agreement at the suggestion of checking the pig, the chipmunk growing more uncomfortable by the minute in the poor weather. "We're gonna git 'um," he murmurs in agreement with the Jaguar, giving Cirra a curious look at her signing. He furrows his brow and tilts his head, waving his hands in vague gestures in return. "I don't know how to talk with my hands, sorry," he says before stopping his gesticulating.
