Back To Roots|Fireteeth, Firegem Isles

[Kender Bard]

Teneth paced nervously around the docks. He knew that he shouldn't appear so high-strung. Better to put a sign around his neck announcing that he was good practice for the greenest of thugs.

He took a deep breath and calmed his movements, tried to gather up his sense of confidence. Except he didn't have much to project. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he slunk off towards the nearest tavern to see if there were any jobs that might need a hand... or any very cheap hands that could help him with his own plans.

[Devon]

Once in the tavern it didn't take long before he was spotted. Though the approach wasn't one he would have been expecting on Fireteeth. A jovial man of average height with shaggy blond hair came up to Teneth smiling. "Ey, you lookin a little lost friend. Come on come on have a seat with me we'll get you a drink or a smoke or both," he said with a chuckle. His dark eyes were red, it was quite possible he was high at the moment.

[Kender Bard]

Teneth tried not to grimace. "I don't precisely have the shards," he protested but didn't turn away from him. Maybe there was something more to this than he could see. Teneth had never been very good at the subtle politics of his homeland. His last job, he'd simply been tapped on the shoulder and drafted. Perhaps his blunt hint would earn him a job.

[Devon]

"Come on come on, who said anything bout the shards?" the man asked as he led Teneth over to a table. At the table was another man, one who wore a black cavalier hat pulled low to cover his eyes. The blond sat down and whispered something to the other man who whispered back shortly after.

The blond looked to Teneth again and ushered for him to sit down. "Have a seat and tell us bout what you can do," the blond said. "If you're any good, my friend might hire ya."

[Kender Bard]

Teneth sat up a bit straighter. "I'm a good, quick hand," he said, keeping his voice low for politeness. "I'm good at picking things up without someone knowing. And I can sneak around pretty good. I'm not a bad man with a sword either, or daggers." He was trying to portray himself as an all-purpose thief with tendencies toward sneaking. It was true enough, even if he knew he was rusty.

[Devon]

The blond shared a hush conversation with his friend again before looking back at Teneth. "Sounds good," the blond replied. "How good at you at laying low? My friend needs someone to act as a servant in a certain house and take something for him."

[Kender Bard]

Teneth couldn't help the small bark of laughter that escaped him. "Oh, I am very good at lying low," he remarked with a fierce, sneering grin. "You could almost say that it's my specialty. But it sounds like you're looking at the right man for the job, eh? What are you offering to pay?"

[Devon]

The two shared more whispers between one another after a few more moments the blond smiled back at Teneth. "all right it looks like you've got the job. If you succeed you'll be paid 20 topaz gems, if you do really well you might even see a bit more than that," the blond said. "My name is Larenzo by the way," Larenzo said, finally revealing his name.

Larzeno leaned back and downed his glass of ale. "As for the job, you're going to Grandisle to work as a servant in a certain house. There are some documents that the head of the house has that we want. You'll find your way into his study and get those documents. You should know them when you see them, they're marked with a red seal and hidden in the room."

[Kender Bard]

Teneth made a small sound of acknowledgment as he listened, mind racing. He felt curiously awake and alive. "I trust you'll also cover the cost of things I'll need to get the job done," he stated. "It won't be much but I might need to buy some things for disguise. Specific clothing - to get close enough, on Grandisle, I need to look like I belong there. That means fine clothing."

[Devon]

The man in black kept his head covered as he reached into his pouch. On the table in front of Teneth he placed five gems. For the first time of the night he spoke, "I hope you provide good results, I'm putting a lot of shard behind this. It's important I get those documents." His voice didn't give away too much. It was a little raspy, but it didn't seem natural and from the sound of it, he didn't seem very old.

[Kender Bard]

Hmm, paranoid, Teneth decided as he took the gems. He could probably make them work. With luck, this would be a fast job. "Can you tell me what these documents look like? I mean, if I'm going to go rifling through a desk, one piece of parchment looks like the next and I can't take them all."

[Devon]

"These are special," Larenzo said. "As I told you before there is the red seal on them, but the only other difference is that the parchment is black. The owner of these documents doesn't want them to get out into the wrong hands. Well our hands," Larzeno said with a smirk.

[Kender Bard]

How the hell do you make black parchment? Teneth wondered. Or write on it for that matter?

Well that was certainly distinctive enough. He felt he didn't need to worry about spotting them at least. Taking the money he was given, he nodded to each man. "I'll get right to work, m'lords." Pocketing the shards, he wandered off towards the fence market to pick up his supplies.