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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2023-09-15 07:10 pm

the chainings



THE CHAININGS







Escorted by shepherds, the party reaches most decadent Ephes — a citadel with a newly-raised, lethal army and ambitions of imperial expansion. The undead lady Messalina has approached the Senate of Ephes, asking for the citadel’s forces to liberate the unliving from the undead Brotherhood that “enslaves them.” In exchange, she pledges Ephes any territories she frees.

Ephes hides a beacon within the main temple of the world-making and world-ending chaotic Chained God, currently closed off while Senate leader Caius Justus considers Messalina’s proposal.

OBJECTIVE: Survive Ephes until the temple opens.

This first event of Arc VII lasts until 3 October. Use your character roles, pursue leads or nudge NPCs for clues!

POLITICS



Politically-minded characters take residence with their benefactors and receive two iron chain bracelets, which represent the Chained God. These bracelets and the red-purplish trim of your white cloth identify your political standing and attract the nagging, desperate or aggressive public pleas of your petitioners.

You hear, hastening to attend Senate sessions, that long-serving leader Caius Justus is unlikely to earn a new mandate. His peaceful, sedentary governance is unsuited to Ephes’ military ambitions.

Pair up with party members and submit threads by 23:59 GMT on 27 September of bribing, cheating or outright fulfilling the needs of one of the politicians below, to secure their vote for or against Messalina.

■ War veteran-turned-politician Sextus Longinus wants to leave his mark permanently on Ephes.

■ Senator Publia Secunda has been struck with court summons on charges of tax evasion. The court claims it has proof she has been passing the precious wares on her ships as geese.

■ Senator Ovidius Petronius’s wife fled home, ruining his image as a family man, after he was caught in compromising circumstances with another woman.

■ Severus Silvanus was overcome by sickness and wishes to throw a party worth remembering as he lives out his final year.

■ Once a formidable soldier, Senator Cassia Floriana has been for years denied an audience by the priests of the temple of the Chained God because of the blood on her hands.

■ Maximilianus Tacitus wishes to eliminate his reputation for stinginess — while spending not one coin.


Note: if multiple players go for the same Senator, we’ll assume they had more than one vote to cast!

GLADIATORS | non-gladiators can spectate or patron



Those assigned as gladiators are received by arena leader Laetio and housed in single or shared barracks cells in grounds near the largest stadiums.

Accommodations are scarce — pallets, hard stone ground — but food, healing and care are generously provided. Veteran gladiators are frequently measured and assessed. Strife is contained, and brawls are forbidden, while priestess of the Chained God visit periodically to bless warriors as ‘his children of chaos.’

At times, as you train or sleep, you sense you are watched. On other days, you wake from violent nightmares to see your wounds and bruises have vanished.

■ Newcomers are paired and taught how to throw fights, exaggerate their reactions and create slogans and outrageous personas. They are offered tattoos, haircuts and makeup.

■ You experience the first day in the arena around the OOC date of 18 September, when gladiators re-enact the Chained God’s first defeat and Chaining.

■ Characters can fight NPCs, each other, or demonic large beasts. These hefty creatures attack head first and thrash the arena, often striking spectators.

■ Injuries can happen when fighting beasts, but unlikely from other gladiators. The highest official attending a fight may choose the loser’s punishment, but must pay exorbitant fees for losses to the arena. After a noble boy orders a veteran gladiator severely beaten, you hear Laetio threatening the child’s anguished father with repercussions from Narula, leader of the Hand.

Submit a fight thread by 23:59 GMT on 27 September for the winner/s to address the stadium.

■ Other party members can pay or coax Laetio to receive their ‘favourite’ gladiator(s) overnight at their villas. Return by dawns.


WHITE NIGHT

One night (OOCly: 24 September), after gladiator games on the sixth of twelve Chainings, you wake up in a bleary haze, your thoughts and movements slow. Stifled screams and heavy footsteps erupt distantly. In pitch dark, you spot the slithering, deep silhouettes that are checking cells — progressing towards you.

■ If you glimpse their coarsely carved masks depicting wolves, you are overcome with a sudden, insurmountable terror and the certainty that your visitors are inhuman.

■ Stumbling, you flee your surprisingly open cell, overcome by dread that won’t abate until you find living company. Some of the emptied cells you pass by have been clearly ravaged. On the walls of three untouched cells of veteran gladiators, you see a wolf’s head coarsely painted in fresh blood. Hide with your companions, until sleep suddenly claims you.

■ The next day, you wake back in your sleeping quarters. Laetio accuses some gladiators of going mad from last night’s celebratory drink and destroying the cells. Servants have been cleaning attentively, with all blood paintings gone.

■ Your memories of the night are increasingly diffuse: at times you describe the intruders. At others, you speak of creatures or people from your own past that terrify you.

■ A veteran gladiator, the Beast of Brenne, is absent from the morning call. Laetio regretfully informs he perished from wounds incurred in yesterday’s games. He calls a toast to the Beast of Brenne and bans drink for the rest of the Chainings.

THE HAND



Characters reach the barracks as part of a set of 100 new recruits. They are subjected to three days of intense training, ranging from running and parkour basics to weights and strength building, basic dagger combat and surviving hard (magically induced) weather conditions. The recruit batch is overseen by Hand leader Narula and members depend on each other for food or care.
Throughout this, recruits are made to heavily depend on Brother Narula, who negotiates and awards privileges and regularly visits for interviews not unlike interrogations. Recruits are largely orphans, convicts or disinherited — lone wolves, says Narula, who only find their pack in the Hand.

Every ten days of the 100 after recruitment, the worst performing five conscripts are removed from the ranks, stoking vicious competition and internal sabotage that Narula allows on the premise of soldiers needing both brawns and cunning.

Permanent injuries are banned. Beware blades left in your shoes and itchy, ground nettles powder on your uniforms.

HONEYED

Within days of receiving your assignments, you must shadow a group of Hand veterans and guard a Hive — an agricultural cluster outside of Ephes — during a grains transfer.

■ New recruits follow veteran soldiers into the eerily silent, vast farmland dominated by high rows of wheat and corn. You feel watched and something touches your legs and thighs. Within farmers’ hearing, veteran soldiers laugh it off as rabbits, snakes — but privately tell you to walk outside the line of vision of scarecrows littered in the fields.

■ The transfer proceeds peacefully until midday, when alarms blare, and a brawl starts near a defunct watering well: a dozen Hand veterans have gone berserk and attack indiscriminately. They are dark-eyed, heaving and struggle with speech and coordination. They seem less wrathful than anguished, desperately calling to ‘Make homes’ as they slaughter and sever limbs.

■ Immobilise the attackers, or take civilians to safety in warehouses.

■ The berserk soldiers are removed — allegedly taken for healing and discipline, but never seen again. At the barracks, Narula says the incident was the result of heatstroke.

MESSALINA’S INFILTRATORS



Some party members join Messalina’s group as paid campaign aides. Stationed in the Senate’s summer villas outside of Ephes, the lady’s eclectic group comprises volatile magic users and necromancers, the undead and demonic creatures — who coexist in tenuous peace. It’s every wo/man to themselves after dark, when the villa walls and defences are drawn up and gates lock to prevent the indiscreet exit of a blood-thirsting demon.

Mid-summer

It becomes rapidly clear that Messalina does not trust the good will of Ephes and wants to cut a deal quickly by bribing, blackmailing, or interceding with Senate leader Caius Justus. She also seems unsettled by the Chained God, who she fears is a hidden undead liege controlling Ephes.

Not every Sleeper sleeps deep.


Messalina assigns party members to bolster the campaign of Maximus Faustus — previously a young, promising and popular politician with hopes of becoming Senate leader… who has been replaced by demonic shapeshifter Alir.

■ Infiltrate noble functions and learn what would steer patricians towards Faustus’ cause.

■ Patricians widely feel that Caius has been too sympathetic towards plebeians and neglectful of his own people. They want to see more grand gestures celebrating Ephes’ noblest class. See to it.
■ Some superstitiously associate Caius with the cult of the Chained God, whom the Senate leader brought back to forefront.

Alir is fiercely intelligent, quick-witted, dry — with little regard for humans, beyond their delicious hearts. Watch him while in public, as he succumbs to his hunger and lures innocents in dark corners to rip out their innards and feast on their flesh. Pay off or exterminate witnesses.

■ A derisive Alir questions Messalina’s plans for peaceful coexistence and the innocence of Ephes. He urges his caretakers to inspect Caius’s private home on the night of the full moon (OOCly: 20 September). You may take along other party members.

■ That night, Caius’ villa is well lit, bursting with song and closed from the inside. Scale the walls to enter and find a feast held by shadowy silhouettes of Caius’ ancestors. First they interact with you, then ignore you, then, increasingly inconvenienced, seem to recognise there is something wrong about you, before giving chase, daggers in hand.

■ On a high table in the great reception halls, you can find the entombment masks and personal effects of all of Caius’ ancestors who are present at the feast. Caius’ personal study contains nearly year-old letters of trade, reports on the fragility of the then-6,000-strong Hand and a broken worship tablet depicting the Chained God’s fourth Chaining.

■ In the kitchens, you find well-secured barrels of fish and wine — jump in together, or hear movement from the servants hidden within. You have time for one question.

CIVILIANS



Characters assigned civilian roles may safely assume their Ephes posts for a handful of days, before the religious celebrations of the Chained God’s twelve Chainings start. The all-Father of the universe, the Chained God is set to birth, consume and rebirth the world, and was chained twelve times by the first heroes of humanity to contain his destruction.

■ The numerous priests of the Chained God wander the roads and mark the foreheads of civilians with salted ash — which briefly brings out your anger, greed or selfishness.

■ Priests say you feel the frustration of the bound Chained God. Some of those ash-touched experience visions of a heavily fettered, amorphous creature, struggling in agony in a cavernous room. Those with supernatural powers find their abilities are volatile for a day.

■ Those who ‘see’ the Chained God are brought and tested for holiness by Priestess Valeria, for it is known the Chained God chooses brief emissaries during the days of Chaining.

■ Newer acolytes greatly defend the religious cult: a great earthquake rattled the main temple of the Chained God last year during the Chainings, and falling debris only spared the faithful who prayed within.


Off with his —

On the sixth day of Chaining (OOCly: 23 September), the news shouter of Ephes’ main marketplace receives a pouch containing the decapitated head of Tavernus, brother of Ephes army leader Narula.

The shocked newscaster drops the head, shakily reading out the message stitched on the pouch: Animals die for men to live. Men die for gods to prosper. — a quote attributed to the Chained Gods and carved on his main temple’s outer walls.

Locals may share Tavernus was a taciturn man who previously served as Narula’s lieutenant in the Hand, before retiring five months prior and taking up agricultural trade.

Group up to investigate — and throw your hat in for a RNG pick to win the head.

NIGHT OF KNIVES | EVERYONE WELCOME



The twelfth day of Chaining (OOCly: 29 September) ends the yearly religious festivities of the Chained God with multiple street celebrations and private dinners.

Popular political upstart Maximus Faustus holds his own night-long banquet, opening his doors to all.

The affair sprawls over multiple floors of Faustus’ enormous villa, with entertainment ranging from poetry, theatre, artistic and magical recitals on the lower floors to a gladiator performance and heavy opioids upstairs. Conveniently, the guest list includes every figurehead of Ephes and their main political and financial backers. Patricians seem amused but flattered by Faustus, who was ‘no one’ before Messalina’s support, but who has been generous in his appreciation of the city’s elite.

Sign up for a RNG draw for a conversation with Faustus by 23:59 GMT on 18 September.

■ No better time to publicise your feats or generosity. Why not have your character (including gladiators) perform or bring an offering?

■ Servants apologise as you smell an excess of musk and oud, hiding, they say, spillage from an accident caused by a fired manservant. You can still glimpse glinting trails of cleansed lamp oil.

Messalina attends the banquet for two hours, but hastily withdraws at midnight, after receiving a letter.

■ Towards the middle of the night, priestess Valeria asks to conduct a religious séance, allowing one person to channel the Chained God and speak to Ephes.

■ After 2 a.m., torch lights dim down, as twenty masked pantomimes enter the main banquet halls, shushing the rooms silent. In good spirit, they ridicule the partygoers, even poking fun at you with inside jokes they should not know about…

■ …before slashing the throats or stabbing some of the high-profile Senators present, sparking a chaotic stampede.

■ The main villa doors have been closed from the outside. Fire broke out within and spreads rapidly, after the rims of main halls curtains were drenched in lamp oil. Rescue some of the Senators, or help the crowds escape Faustus’ burning villa.

■ The assassins are exceptionally strong fighters whose combat style some might recognise from the Hand’s drills. They fluctuate between having physical bodies and merging with shadows.

■ Come morning, a list is found on the main hall floor of Faustus’ villa with an assassination contract for the murdered and targeted Senators. All had intended to support Messalina. The contract is signed with the seal of a ring showing a wolf in profile.


QUESTIONS

kahl_175: Garrison symbol. Free brothers, break veils. (Default)

[personal profile] kahl_175 2023-09-15 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Quick question! On the location description post, passing mention was made of slaves (the Hand of Ephes being made of "conscripts, former slaves or career soldiers"). Does Ephes have a system of enslavement, and if so, is it similar to how the Romans did it (a combination of debt bondage, capturing foreigners, punishing criminals, with there deliberately being no way to visually tell who was a slave, because there was a fear that slaves might figure out how many of them there were in Roman cities)?

Asking for a friend. His name is Kahl, and he's a radical abolitionist. :P
kahl_175: Kahl is looking toward a light (looking-mission complete)

Kahl-175 |⍓| Warframe |⍓| Civilian

[personal profile] kahl_175 2023-09-16 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
[[ooc: more prompts available as desired! For those unfamiliar with Kahl, I'd recommend at least watching a minute or two of his canon introduction, to get a sense of the cyborg dude you're dealing with here. He's got an eyepatch now, but that's the only physical change from this. Spoilers for Warframe's New War poltline!]]
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Civilian (Porter): spying, special deliveries, and squinting at stuff

[personal profile] kahl_175 2023-09-16 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
All the white marble makes Kahl squint. Too bright in the sun. But he keeps walking, hauling heavy stuff with him. He's a porter this time. Carrying other people's stuff. Making deliveries.

It's good. Nobody pays attention to porters. As long as Kahl doesn't block traffic, nobody stops to think about a big man carrying a big box, or those clay jars. Am-phor-ae. He has trouble pronouncing that, but he's got one on his shoulder now, big enough to hide somebody in if they need it.

Kahl can get stuff into lots of places. He can get into lots of places too. The big white marble houses (more squinting) don't let anybody in the front doors without invitation, but they forget about the back doors. He shows up, says he has a delivery, and then offers to carry it in when the servants struggle with the weight. Sometimes the box has something useful in it, sometimes there's someone in it, other times there's just rocks at the bottom. He pretends not to know, and makes friends while he's there. The whole time, he's mapping the place, just in case.

Want to help him with a delivery? Already on the inside, doing politics or fighting, and need something snuck in or out? Maybe even sneak yourself somewhere? Kahl can help.
kahl_175: Kahl is talking to someone. His eye seems to almost glow. (talk-look right GL EP)

Ash Rage

[personal profile] kahl_175 2023-09-16 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
Religion isn't something Kahl understands all that well. Or at least he thought he didn't, until he started hearing priests talking about their Chained God. Now he gets it, that uneasy feeling he got back home when Corpus brothers talked about Profit, or when he heard Narmer machines broadcasting. The weird ramblings that he knows the veils force their slaves to believe.

He's already skeptical, when one of the priests comes up to him with some ash. But it's just ash. His face gets dirty all the time, it doesn't do anything bad to him. So he lets them reach up to mark his face.

Anyone watching will see things change very fast. Kahl scowls and rubs away ash that's fallen in his eye, then freezes, jaw going slack for a moment.

Then Kahl grabs the priest by the throat, lifting them straight up off the ground. "Kahl have own mind," he snarls, metal fingers squeezing tight. "Stay out."
kahl_175: Kahl has a tight-lipped smile on his face. It's actually a microexpression in a scene where he's not feeling great, but I work with what I've got. (smile-fw RK NW)

Night of Knives

[personal profile] kahl_175 2023-09-16 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
A. Generosity

"Here," Kahl doesn't look like the kind of person who owns too many shiny things. But he's got a surprising amount to share tonight. "From home. Grineer-made, no one else have." He's not kidding. The little treasures he's doling out have the curvy designs of grineer knotwork.

Where'd he get this stuff? When the locals ask, the only answer is "Dividend. From good investment."

B. General Mayhem

This is... normal for Kahl. Bad normal, but normal. He knows what to do when the blood and screaming starts.

"Get behind Kahl!" He blocks a blade with his forearm, taking a swing in return at an assassin that suddenly isn't there. Just a dark blot of something he has trouble tracking.

"How they get Grineer tech here?"
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Jacob Frye / AC Syndicate / Civilian

[personal profile] nothinglikefather 2023-09-16 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
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Rooftop Rendezvous

[personal profile] nothinglikefather 2023-09-16 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
[For those that think the city is beautiful during daylight hours, they should really take in the sprawling mass at night. Up on the high rooftops, able to see the place laid out before him, Jacob can map it all out: there's the main temple complex over there, the political heart there, and across the way, there's the rich neighbourhood filled with villas. Between them are the crisscrossing streets filled with brothels, bathhouses, bars and homes, and people hurrying and strolling about. It's not unlike London, but it doesn't have the smog. He hasn't decided yet if that is a bad thing or a good thing.

His vantage point is a good one, on one of the higher rooftops towards the edge of the city, with those beautiful views on one side, and on the other, the edge of the metropolis. The Hand have their barracks here, and there's a main road out into... what? He has no idea. He should find out.

He shifts his weight slightly, still within the protective shadow of the statue that adorns the relief encircling the top of the building. There are several statues here- figures of men and women, some with wings, some with horns, some with massive... features. It's a good spot to hide, within the darkness, unseen.

He could stay there all night. He may have to if his current employer opts to stay with his mistress until dawn.]
Edited 2023-09-16 09:11 (UTC)
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Gladiator Goodness

[personal profile] nothinglikefather 2023-09-16 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jacob loves the atmosphere of the Fields. The roar of the crowds, the smell of food, the booze that flows freely, and the gladiators themselves. Men and women who fight for the glory of the city, the admiration of the people, the adrenaline of battle.

He could have been one, he thinks. A hero of the masses, blood-splattered, breathing hard as he waits for the crowd to decide if his opponant lives or dies.

But if he considers it, he doesn't think a life in the limelight would suit him. Yet he can't help think about it, as he waits outside the Fields in an evening. There's no games right now, with the sun sinking. He's just here on yet another job, an errand, but it does mean he gets to meet one of these gods-on-earth. ]
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[personal profile] nothinglikefather 2023-09-16 08:38 am (UTC)(link)
What happens if a civilian attempts to avoid or decline the salty-ash blessing from the priests?
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[personal profile] nothinglikefather 2023-09-16 08:48 am (UTC)(link)
Ah that's good to know, thank you!
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[personal profile] nothinglikefather 2023-09-16 09:08 am (UTC)(link)
As tempting as it might be, I think the effects of the ash might be just as soon, so I will pass for the moment <3
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Ashes to Ashes

[personal profile] nothinglikefather 2023-09-16 09:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Jacob isn't a religious man- it's impossible to me when you know about the First Civilisation. Yet its not his way, or the way of the Assassins, to prevent other people from worship... as long as it doesn't harm others.

They've only been in the city a few short days when he's wandering the streets and a robe-wearing man reaches out towards him. Anyone else might not know why, might threatened by the gesture, but its obvious that the man has nothing on his hands, just dirt on his fingers.

Dirt which he wipes across Jacob's head with a practised motion and what Jacob assumes is a... blessing?

It soon becomes clear that it was not a blessing. He feels it, his fuse getting short as he passes between the crowds of people, milling about and getting in the way. He berates the next idiots who get in his way, cursing them for being so slow, and a little further on another person does the exact same thing and he sees red- giving them a shove. ]


Get out of the bloody road!
Edited 2023-09-16 09:11 (UTC)
wifedup: (liii.)

wen kexing ( word of honor / representative. )

[personal profile] wifedup 2023-09-16 11:43 am (UTC)(link)
ooc: open starters and more prompts will appear below here as we slowly work out some plot. hit me up on discord: sadgaydna if you want something specific. ♥
Edited 2023-09-16 11:45 (UTC)
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[personal profile] wifedup 2023-09-16 11:46 am (UTC)(link)
a. The Well-Oiled Jug
( He’d think the universe were laughing at him if only he didn’t know the universe was a particularly awful bitch at the best of times, and being the representative of a bunch of pleasure houses ( along with drugs and wine ) is the least cruel thing that could happen to him. Whatever the Gods want to say about his … proclivities he’s choosing to ignore it, either way, throwing himself into the role like a - well, like a whore in a whorehouse. Predictably he’s in his element, encamped in the corner, surrounded by beauties of all genders, looking relaxed as he slouches in his chair. One worker pours wine into his cup for him while he listens attentively to another, marking down something on a piece of parchment, and whether it’s a personal problem or an establishment problem he gives it enough attention, stopping to ask questions or answer them. His petitioner leaves with a smile, drifting through the room towards the next customer, and Wen Kexing swallows his wine neatly before he lifts a hand to whomever has now entered the establishment. )

You look lost.

( A grin, sharp, showing the edges of his teeth. )

Don’t worry, just tell me your preferred form of self-medication, I’m sure we can accommodate here.


b. The Slick Vase.
( As if there’s only one pleasure house in all of Ephes, though this one is maybe a little more palatable than the last. There’s more wine, polite conversation, soft music playing from the hands of some pretty young thing ( though whether the sound covers up the more vocal of the upstairs patrons that’s anyone’s guess and certainly not Wen Kexing’s business ). The man himself is lounging by a table, idly waving his fan in front of his face. He’s in new robes this time, a hint of red tucked away under green - thank you Benefactor Lan - and he looks happy enough to sit there, drinking his wine, lounging.

That is until he closes his fan with a click, getting to his feet to cross the room in long, even strides. The man he grabs by the back of the tunic makes a garbled noise of affront, limbs flailing like he’d very much like to take Wen Kexing’s head off. He avoids each strike, bodily hauling the larger man across the room and towards the front door, shoving him out into the sunlight street with a pleasant smile.
)

Go away.

( The door shuts, and he turns around with a sigh. ) Aiy, Mei-Mei don’t look so sad. ( A flash of movement as he tosses the man’s purse across the room to the young woman who’d been dealing with him. ) Go on, take the afternoon off.

( Is it practical business? Probably not. Does he care? No. Luo Fumeng would have his head if he let a woman get pawed at so aggressively, and besides, he was ruining the ambience. To whoever Wen Kexing next catches the eye off, he smiles. )

Tch. What? He didn’t need it.


c. The ( Ogling ) Arena
I’d known this was an option before I would have never done anything else.

( By that cheerful statement Wen Kexing very much means watching well-muscled, oiled up men beat each other bloody. It could be the violence, it could be the skin, it could be any of these things, either way he’s having a blast, tossing peanuts into his mouth and fanning himself idly. Oh, the Ghost Valley often incites itself into all out brawls and Wen Kexing is more likely to be found sneering down at it but quite frankly, all the ghosts are hideous and so it had not been quite as fun. )

And we place bets, do we? Who should we put money on, do you think? The biggest, or the cutest?
Edited 2023-09-16 11:49 (UTC)
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[personal profile] wifedup 2023-09-16 11:48 am (UTC)(link)
d. The Wrestler’s Hold ( closed to Jacob Frye )
( He’d been here on business, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t sidle up to Jacob on his way out, leaning into his space where the other man appears to be drinking. )

Master Frye! Ah, and here I was worried you’d found your way of escape and hadn’t told me.

( He motions to one of the establishment’s servers with another smile, settling into a chair beside the other man. ) Wine? I can guarantee it's better than the last place, or do your tastes run to opium? It’s the highest quality here.

( Or so he’s told, he doesn’t partake in that particular vice. )
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