What Happens Next

[bayonetbrant]

‎"you're all sitting in the bar surrounded by other knaves, adventurers, and scalliwags all wearing 'for rent' sings on your backs when a mysterious dark-robed, one-eyed stranger with a limp and an Italian accent picks you out of the crowd for a conversation."

What happens next...?

[bayonetbrant]

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[bayonetbrant]

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[JasonPratt]

"I'M SORRY I CAN'T HEAR YOU THERE ARE TOO MANY PENDANTS OR SIGILS OR SOMETHING SINGING 'FOR RENT' HERE IN THIS ROOM, PLUS THE NORMAL CROWD CHATTER! THANK CHRIST I'M NOT ONE OF THEM! -- IF YOU WANT TO TALK, LET'S STEP OUT ONTO THE FRONT PATIO AND FIND A TABLE!"

>:D

Whereupon I very carefully keep both hands on any valuables that might get pickpocketed, either by this clown or any associate of his using him as a distraction. But at worst he might be someone I can knock on the head and uncover an assassin or mugger ring, and so both reduce the amount of nefarity oppressing the town and score a bit of profit along the way.