The last at last! (Plot)

[Skittlebug]

"This place is worse than Talen'sul..." Naomi feels like despairing at the sight of the cramped, tall buildings cramming the streets of the city.

[Kender Bard]

"I don't know, I kind of think it's pretty," Renlo replied, tilting his head way back to look at the buildings. "They put a lot of thought into their structures." He rubbed the back of his neck and looked forward. "Where should we go to find our last ring bearer, you think? Maybe an inn?"

[Skittlebug]

Naomi peers critically at one of the buildings, they are a bit pretty she supposes, if there just weren't so many of them. "An inn would make sense, he's not from here after all."

[Kender Bard]

"Too bad I have no idea where an inn is or how many," Renlo sighed. "I've never been to Ronduin before. Never really had a chance." He looked around again. "Should we just start poking around the buildings or just ask where the nearest inn is?"

[Skittlebug]

"Might save time just to ask, I wonder just how many inns there are though." Naomi waves down someone who doesn't seem too busy. "Excuse me, would you be able to tell us where we could find an inn?"

[Kender Bard]

The patron thought about it. "There's the Shark's Home," he suggested. "Down by the docks."

Renlo tried not to wrinkle his nose. But if anything sounded unsavory for Ronduin, that would be it. He remained mute, though. It was Naomi's choice.

[Skittlebug]

Naomi can't imagine the place as being very inviting, "Anything a bit farther from the docks?" Zevran hadn't really looked Ronduin, or terribly unwealthy, and she gets the feeling you'd have to be one or the other to put up with that smell.

[Kender Bard]

"Mermaid's Pearl?" the patron suggested. "That's a few streets closer inland. Though it doesn't really seem like the kind of place a nice woman would want to go to."

"Dangerous?" Renlo asked.

"Well, no," the bystander protested, suddenly looking around and feeling awkward. "I wouldn't say it's dangerous."

[Skittlebug]

Naomi seems to understand what the man is getting at, not much else that would make someone that awkward. "Well, maybe we won't try there then, thank you." She turns away with Renlo, "Maybe we'll be better off just keeping an eye out..."

[Kender Bard]

"Yeah," Renlo sighed. "Come on, let's walk around and pray Taed's gives us a nudge in the correct direction." He glanced around, picked a street at random, and went walking.

[Northen Light36]

Zevran was slowly making his way through the streets, apparently lost in thought. He was paying more attention to his surroundings then it appeared though, remembering all too well his last visit here. Hopefully the past wouldn't catch up to him here again, but if it did, he had no intention of being taken by surprise.

Perhaps I should have stayed only with the thieves, he thought ruefully. Certainly, it would be less frustrating then chasing wayward healers. But the money he made as a mercenary usually covered his thieves guild dues and left him to make a tidy profit from his less legal activities, which in turn allowed him to indulge his taste for the finer things in life. Such as pretty girls and fine wines.

[Skittlebug]

Naomi is keeping an eye out for any places that might seem likely as she walks with Renlo. She can hardly believe it when she catches sight of Zevran when they turn a corner. "I think Taed may have been listening," she murmurs to Renlo and points Zevran out.

[Kender Bard]

Renlo couldn't help but grin at that. "Thank you, my lord," he uttered under his breath before quickening his stride. "Sir!" he called out, hoping to catch Zevran's attention. "Sir, may I speak with you, please?"

[Northen Light36]

Zevran spun around, a hand going to the dagger at his hip and his eyes cold and wary as he considered Renlo and Naomi. "Can I help you?" he asked, his tone carefully polite as he sized up the situation.

[Skittlebug]

"I'm Naomi, and this is Renlo. We were sent with a message for you, would you be willing to come somewhere quieter to speak with us?"