Peeve's Anchor

[The Smith]

"I have my own men. Thank you." Delrick replied.

[Horas]

"Suit yerself," Crawley says, not offended. He plays a few more hands, seeing if there would be any interesting gossip, and failing that, what time the game ended.

[The Smith]

Desmond spoke with him occasionally, and seemed the most chatty of the men.

The other three men seemed focused on the game and silently.

The one with the most winnings, gets up and leaves tipping the dealer well.

The game goes until there is only one player, and can last all night.

[Horas]

Crawley cashes out, giving his thanks as he goes. He and Tomas leave together, then ensconce themselves across the street, waiting to see if Delrick leaves for the night or stays in the inn.

[The Smith]

Two hours later all the other players leave the inn. The barkeep leaves as well. Crawley thought there was still two other people inside the inn.

[Horas]

Crawley tries to remember which two people that would be.

[The Smith]

He has not seen the bouncer and he thinks there was a cook but no one fitting that role had left the inn.

[The Smith]

He has not seen the bouncer and he thinks there was a cook but no one fitting that role had left the inn.

[Horas]

[OOC: Sorry, but my goal was to quietly tail Delrick if he leaves and see where he lives. I thought he was one of the ones still inside by your description, but is it possible that I can follow him?]

[The Smith]

OOC: He is still inside. With those other people.

[Horas]

Sept 24, 2013 9:51:55 GMT -5 The Stranger said:

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"I figure anything's going on in that place, that Delrick fella's likely to know something about it," Crawley says to Ser Tomas in low tones. "Ain't so sure we can sweet talk it out of him, neither. What do you think of grabbing and bagging him fer a chat elsewhere?"

[The Stranger]

"I'm keen for it," Ser Tomas said, "He seems like a twisted enough bastard, hard to imagine he don't deserve it."

[Horas]

"Seemed more, eh... fastidious, than twisted. But ain't matter much either way. I count a bouncer, cook, and Delrick as being in there, and who knows how many guests. I can rummage us up a horsecart. We go in, rope up our man, and load him up to a place less likely to be disturbed." Crawley drums his fingers against the wall in thought. "There's three exits, so we can't seal him in. I say we split up, go in quiet. Call out if you got trouble. Ready?"

[The Stranger]

"Sounds as good as any plan I've got," Ser Tomas agreed. He reached into his pack and removed a wooden cudgel. "Figure we don't want to stab him, but we can afford to knock him out, if need be."

[Horas]

"A little blood won't hurt as long as he's still in shape to talk," Crawley chuckles lowly. He retrieves a horsecart, which he tethers on the street outside for easy access. He nods at Tomas, then makes his way to one of the three entrances and surreptitiously peaks into the nearest window.