Replenishment

[Vyrrian Wren]

((Continued from Awakenings))

((Midnight, do you wanna start this with the lad? Might work better.))

[Midnight]

(OCC: Yeah sure..btw next time just send me a pm! )

*Jimmy sat outside the Wolf's Howl Inn on a bench. He had watched the Inn for most of the day and hadn't seen the guy come out. Wondering if his finger would get bitten again if he was seen he pushed the though aside and entered the inn. Behind the bar was Ann-Marie he waved in her direction and she waved back. He gave her a wink and she nodded her head.*

*She was one of his fave barstaff more willing than most to give him some food or maybe a couple of coins. She disappeared to the kitchen. as she walked through the door his stomach began to rumble. Out of the corner of his eye he spied the man he had tried to rob and walked over to him. Putting on the table the bag he had nicked minus the finger nipper.*

I believe this belongs to you?

[Vyrrian Wren]

(OOC: Sure thing.)

Vyrrian smiled.

'Well well. I did wonder where that had gotten to. Can't be too careful in this place. Thieves are everywhere, you know.'

Jimmy grinned, but there was something in Wren's expression which suggested he knew more than he was letting on. His experience with irony wasn't exactly plentiful, but he was pretty sure he could see it here.

'I'm guessing you didn't open it, right?'

[Midnight]

*Jimmy held up one of his hands one of his fingers had a semi dirty bandage wrapped around it.*

I have the curiosity of a cat...Tends to get me in trouble more often than not but sometimes the prizes reaped are worth the pain.

*Jimmy sat on a chair opposite Wren as Ann-Marie brought him over a bowl of what looked like chicken soup and some freshly warmed bread rolls.*

There you go Jimmy. Enjoy.

*Jimmy nodded his head in thanks as Ann-Marie left him to eat. In between mouthfulls of soup soaked bread he looked back up to Wren.*

Got any business yet?

[Vyrrian Wren]

Vyrrian did his best to withold a snigger. The ol' 'Snapdragon in the purse' ploy always did him well.

'Yup. Nothing fancy, just a lookout job. Still, could be the start of better things. Got some preparin' to do first though.'

As he spoke, he removed his vial of spice from one of his cloak pockets and began sprinkling the red powder over his sausages.

'You work the marketplace, right? I was hoping you could point me towards a decent armourer. Someone who knows what he's doing when it comes to things of a sharp and pointy nature.'

[Midnight]

*Jimmy ate his soup in silence and used the bread rolls to wipe the bowl clean.*

Depnds on what sort of pointy things you want..and whether you want' any special additions to them. I know of one or two good stores but one very good store that will be able and willing to add various extras...for the right price of course.

*Pushing the bowl into the middle of the table Jimmy sat more comfortably in the chair.*

Plus if you can provide the ingrediants needed the price will be less.

[Vyrrian Wren]

'Oh really?'

Vyrrian's interest was peaked. He liked the sound of this business. Dipping into his cloak briefly, he started spinning a gold piece between his fingers. Jimmy was instantly hypnotised.

'I wonder where this here store could be found...'

[Midnight]

*Jimmy smiled and leaned forward in his chair. placing both elbows on the table.*

It's in one of the lesser appealing streets in town. It's quiet...and the shopkeeper is very quiet and trust worthy but he also expects that back...You get caught with the goods he wasn't the person you got them from.....I'll take you there if you want.

[Vyrrian Wren]

Placing his plate and cutlery to one side, Vyrrian stood upand adjusted his cloak.

'Lead the way laddy.'

[Midnight]

*Jimmy stood and left the table nodding his head at Ann-Marie as he left the inn. Waiting outside for a minute or two for Wren to be able to keep a eye on him and be able to follow him Jimmy then began to blend into the crowds. To most eyes he almost disappeared from view. He stopped at a couple of stalls on his way.*

*After buying a couple of items he bagan to make his way to a quieter end of town. One where the rubbish dimped on the streets was very rarely cleaned, the sewer smell seeped into the air and put most people off going any where near it. The walls were dark with slime and grime from years gone by. Old and very closely packed together most of the houses were either boarded up or looked forlornly empty. Only beggars and those badly needing a roof over their head came here...or those of rather "rare" needs.*

*Turning down another street Jimmy covered his nose with a hand that he had managed to place a herbed hankerchief uo to try and blend out the smell that always threatened to bring up his stomach especially after such a short time between food.*

*One of the more better kept houses though not by much had a large window had a small darkened sign on the wall.*

Simple Weapons Maker and Herb Specialist

*Jimmy headed for the door and knocked twice, then paused then knocked once. The door swung open and a middle aged woman looked out.*

Ahhh young 'un Jimmy. You wanting to see me or the old man?

*Jimmy smiled slightly.*

Not sure yet as this custom is not for me but a trust worthy friend so we may need both....

[Vyrrian Wren]

'As may I.'

Vyrrian stepped into the room, trying to disguise his shortage of breath. At least twice he had almost lost Jimmy in the maze of corridors and back alleys he had lead him through. Getting lost in a place like this would spell pain and death, either way.

'Good morning madam.'

[Midnight]

*The woman eyed the stranger suspiciously. Staring at him from head to foot and back up again but Jimmy had never brought any one to them he didn't trust himself enough.*

Good morn'in sir. You best becom'in in then. Don't mind the dogs they won't touch you unless told to.

*With that she closed the door behind Jimmy and Wren and began herding them into one of the room along a dirty walled corridor. The paper may have once been white but age had turned it to a dirty yellow. Often found on the hands of those who smoked but the air was light and smelled like Jimmy was walking in a garden.*

*Whispering quietly to Wren.*

Don't try to be clever and what ever you do don't try to trick them or con them. They some how always manage to know even before you do it.

*Jimmy momentarily smiled that of someone who had learned that lesson the hard way.*

They are very friendly and will do as you ask as long as you can pay the price...but they also believe in good old fashioned revenge...and they would do it with even being near you.

[Vyrrian Wren]

'No worries there lad. I've done this business more times than I can count.'

He winked, and began rifling through his cloak.

'Besides, I only need a small restocking. Unfortunatly I had a few tangles along the way here, ended up losing two of my best throwing knives. All I've got to show for it is this daft looking horn.'

He lifted one of the folds of his cloak, exposing the Goblin Horn he had pilfered from the hapless Raptor, and watched with a smile as the lad's eyes widened. Daft it may look, but it certainly seemed to have some value, Wren decided.

They continued walking for several minutes, passing a myriad of doorways illuminated eerily by the flickering candles. After what seemed like an age, they finally came to a bolted door.

[Tom Troughton]

*The woman stopped and knocked on the door.*

"Who is it?"

*A Gravaly voice called from behind the door.*

"Its me Lisa, Uncle, Young Jimmy's here an he's brought a customer with Im."

*There was the sound of some one moveing about from inside the locked room. and then the sound of Locks been undone and bolts drawn, then the dorr creaked open and a figure stood in the dimmly lit doorframe.*

"So a Customer is it? I assume he knows the conditions I have for dealing with people, and what I expect in return?"

"Oliver Scaramounger, dose not like to be double crossed!"

[Vyrrian Wren]

Scaramonger? The name rang a few bells in Wren's memory. Wasn't he the person the Brigands mentioned back on the pathway?

Well, if that was so, it sounded like he'd come to the right place. A supplier with an extensive range and who had the good sense to neither ask too many questions or spread the word was few and far between, in Wren's experience. Play his cards right, and he may be on to a good thing here.

He decided to take Jim's advice on this one. This was too good an oppertunity to pass up by being a smart alec. He stepped forward, nodding his head and smiling.

'Good morning, Mister Scaramonger. Believe me, if what I have heard of your work is true, then double crossing you would be the last thing I would attempt. Don't worry, my young friend here has filled me in on all I need to know. '