Azrayel thrusts open the doors...|Obsidian

[azrayel]

and steps into the guild. His eyes make a slow sweep across the building, sizing up anyone who might later pose a threat. Ordering himself a drink, he sits down off in the only corner not already occupied by a paranoid patron.

[Northen Light36]

Several of the thieves eye Azrayel carefully as he sits down, although most barely bother to look up as he enters.
"Haven't seen you 'round these parts before," remarks a male thief, probably a thug judging by his large build and scarred arms and face. "You new?"

[azrayel]

Azrayel glances over. "I'm here looking for a rare metal. Adamantite. Ever heard of anyone finding some around here?"

[Northen Light36]

The thug laughs. "Mate, if anyone had found Adamantite, they'd never get out of here alive."

(OOC mod note: By the way, if your character is not a thief, they should NOT be going past the store out the front of the guild.)

[azrayel]

Azrayel arches an eyebrow. "Pretending for a moment that there might still be a scrap of Adamantite left on this rock, where would one be likely to find it?"

OOC: Sorry, I just assumed that the shop was the front for the more seedy areas of the guild.

[Northen Light36]

(OOC: The shop is the only less seedy area of the guild. But I'll let you get away with it this time because it should have been made clearer.)

The thug scratches his head and thinks, which looks painful for him. "Err... Guess there could be some higher up the mountain... Think there's a few caves up there... Good a place as any 'ter look."

[azrayel]

Azrayel pays for the mans drink, then bounds out the door.