Edward Deal's Stall

[Celánia]

17 silver and you have yourself a deal.

Fine then, 18. But I'm not going any higher.

And what I do with my own time is none of your business really. I experiment, yes.

Will you accept 18 good-quality silver pieces?

Oh, and for the record. Darkness powder mixed with addertongue has a bitter, detectable taste from what I have heard. He must have been drunk already to fall for it.

[ladymorgan]

*The assassin is watching Deal's trading from a safe distance waiting to speak to him.*

[Edward Deal]

*Deal glares at Cel.*

<In A harsh wisper.>

"Maby he was but still there won't be any trace or anything to link me with his timely demise."

<In his cheerful freindly voice.>

"Good day to you madame I hope we can do buissness agine."

*He takes the silver and hands over the addertoung.*

*As he is watching Cel leave he catches sight of the Assasin.*

"What do they want now?"

*He wounders as he is about to go over a buzzing sound atracts his attention, he looks down on his stall a spy glass is humming but not The Goldern one, it is an ordinary silver one."

"HIM."

*Deal signals for The Assasin to wait a little longer and picks up the spy glass.*

"Your Lordship?"

(The following conversation takes place in the marbalehead thread in thedungeon.)

[Edward Deal]

[ModNote: After the conversation with Lord Fear has ended...]

*Deal deactivates The Spyglass and replaces it on the stall.*

"Well thats certainly put a new spin on things."

*He walks over to the assasin.*

"Yes? You have a message for me I asume."

[Sylvester Hands]

[ModNote: Continued from Celánia's Abode.]

* Mills around the crowds in his usual thieving manner, giving nothing away but waiting for an opportunity to approach Deal's stall *

[OOC: hint, hint ]

[ModNote: Celánia, having seen this, continues into Creating a distraction. For Hands the story continues briefly in Marblehead, before resuming here.]

[ringmasterrob]

Assassin: Message from m'lady, don't forget your ceremony begins in two hours, we have figured out a way to trap the mage once and for all.

[Edward Deal]

But of corse You think I would forget about the ceremony?

That is good news about the mage.

I just hope it dose not decend in to a farce like the marketplace incident.


Or complete unmitigating bloomin dissaster like the snowwie opperation.

[ringmasterrob]

Assassin: Well er yes Lady Morgan has sent me to issue you with a formal apology for the farcical Snowwie incident and we have measures in place to ensure that it doesn't happen.

*The assassin nods to Deal and hands him a brown envelope he is only to open in emergencys.*

[ModNote: After this encounter, Deal contacts Marblehead again. Lady Morgan herself, last seen in the Assassins' Guild HQ thread, is next seen at The Village Church.]

[Sylvester Hands]

* Some time after this, Deal leaves his stall to go to the church for the ceremony honouring him. Hands pours five drops of Celánia's mixture into the barrel of drinking water he keeps there. *

* Gets back to his usual marketplace activities *

[ringmasterrob]

*The marketplace is virtually abandoned, giving Sly the perfect chance to 'elp 'imself, to some nice goodies.*

[Sylvester Hands]

* Hands does the rounds, taking whatever seems the most valuable before making his first delivery for quite a long time to the Thieves' Guild's local branch. By the time he returns to the village the ceremony should be ending... *

[ModNote: Hands' next appearance is at the ceremony, i.e. The Village Church.]

[Sylvester Hands]

[ModNote: Hands returns here from The Village Church. From here he goes to The Guardhouse.]

* Since Deal probably won't be returning hither very soon, Hands kicks over the barrel just in time to escape the notice of those leaving the church *