Thread: [Pathfinder] The Autumnvale Brothel

The man's eyes wander between Nina, and Reabyne, then he chuckles, and shakes his head. It was almost like he though the pair of them a bit of a joke, but that would just be speculation as he doesn't comment on it. Yes, missing, he re-iterates to answer Tugara's more rhetorical question, then he raises his hand again, this time in more of a gesture to hold on a moment. No, none of those things. I'm afraid you might be a little late, however. We already know the culprits, and my guards and I will be riding out to deal with them in two days time. His eyes locked on Skylar edging out from behind Reabyne as he spoke, giving the meek man a somewhat odd look. They will be open shortly. In all honesty, I'm glad I caught you. You don't.. all seem to be suited for what you intend... he said, his gaze lingering on Nina and Skylar at those words, questioning their abilities indirectly, But if you insist. Our guard is only five strong, we would take the extra hands. If you're serious about helping, I will be in the building over there. He cocks his head in the direction of the building he came from. Come see me later this evening, or tomorrow morning. If you survive Ophelia's scrutiny. There's a clunk from behind the lot of you, and the guard's eyes move to the double wooden doors of the brothel. The left slides open, and an older woman steps into the doorway. Her blue eyes glance around then she immediately turns them on the guardsman. Algar, told ya once, tell ya again. Wasn't elves. Elves wouldn't take an elf. Algar sighs, and reaches up with one gloved hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. Ophelia, we have proof and a confirmed sighting. Ophelia tilted her head, then stepped from the dark of the brothel and out into the light. She's a tall woman, easily a head over the guardsmen, six feet easy. Black hair, braided, done up in a crown around her head as loose ends trail down her back and drift out as she walks. Ignoring the guard, she looks to those gathered. All of ya are welcome inside, we open till the change of day. Ya cause trouble, I break your face. She's clearly agitated, and that is also clearly not an idle threat. The woman has a toned, and muscled body, and looks like she would be far more at home in a suit of steel plate than the green gown, with an open back, and low-neckline that shows some of her breasts that she's wearing. Algar doesn't press his point, instead, falling quiet. Ophelia seems to not paying him any mind any longer. And if ya wanna help, she adds, indicating she caught some of the answers given to the guardsmen, Then I'll answer what I can. bPerception Tugara, Ninab Amid the exchange of words, barbed and otherwise, both Tugara and Nina notice something a bit odd. Tugara, on account of her looking around and spotting it. Nina, on account of the blinding glare that goes across her eyes and would force her to squint at best, or look away at worst. There's a glint coming off a nearby tree, as though something reflective catching the fading light, and redirecting it. It could be nothing, of course, but should either watch the tree for a moment, they would find the glint comes from one of two places, shifting to such a degree it couldn't just be something metal hanging from a branch getting blown about in the wind.