Kyrillia: “Hahahah, the warning while appreciated is hardly necessary. Most of these guilds and labor unions are heavily dependent on Harkonian contracts. If they wish to fight with a Harkonian they’ll learn the error of their ways ere long. Plus, I have a weapon named Kael who does a very impressive job of motivating others’ she smiled with a wry womanly grin. Then she called out ‘Oh I nearly forgot, your cut of the spoils from the first mission’ she tossed two leather drawstring pouches on the table, the first is filled with a hundred platinum, the second with 250 gp. ‘I’ve taken the liberty of lacing these with a magic mouth spell, they will cry out ‘STOP THIEF!!!!!!’ when someone other than yourself tries to take them from your person. She stroked her chin while digesting your words, ‘Lacking might be one way of looking at it. Clerics are often difficult to operate in certain outfits such as this. They’ve too many restrictions, ethical and moral based as you well imagine. Storm and Kessa brought up the same point to me earlier. However, one cleric that caught my eye had snobbed all of my attempts before. For this reason he stood out in my mind. Maybe where I’ve failed you may prove more successful? His name is Ash Elkoroth. He’s an artist and a cleric of Prysila the Goddess of Love and Fertility. Formerly a high ranking assassin for the Black Empire oddly enough. He’s quite vain and full of himself, and worships women yet expects them to worship him back. You’ll find him working at the Wailing Banshee as its house healer. He gets paid to rid the customers of any diseases that would make most men’s manhood fall off. I fear you’ll have to use that clever brain to lure him into joining the party’
After tracking down Gwen, you see she’s a young thin girl perhaps 18 winters old, give or take. She smiles at you warmly (chr) and says ‘well I shant ask any why’s or other pesky questions. That ugly bitch is a bit of a nasty cunt. Here, here’s the key its room #20. Be careful, she put a door guard there. He’s not much, just a young fool named Rex. Dreamer type, has big dreams but little drive. He shit his pants the first time he came across a Kobold in the dark woods. Now, you’re handsome enough but lets see some action! When you’re done you owe me…a proper night on the town, such as it is. And you’d better not scrimp!’
You headed towards room #20, the door sentry Gwen mentioned didn’t hear your footfalls but stammers ‘halt, who goes there!?’ he saw you then and pulls out a dagger ‘you filthy dog, you aint getting past me!’ he snarled. He was a tall slender lad, maybe a year older than you. His lack of calloused hands told you volumes, idleness. What he did to sustain himself you weren’t exactly sure.