Matoya the Witch Appears: A missing Crystal and PIRATES?!

[Olvelsper]

"Not yet. I guess he's not used to traveling abroad yet. Want to poke around town and check to see if those thieves are still in town?"

[Nephrite]

Quatre's door burst open.

"SORRY! I was reading something, and... oh...um... hi guys." he blinked, then drooped a little, having made a huge scene of himself.

[Zenthor]

"Reading... something?"  Zack blinked.  "Well, whatever.  Yeah, let's go poke around town, see if we can find any information on that thief, or book a ride on a ship."

[Olvelsper]

Craig briefly stared, "Uh. Yeah, okay. Well, let's be off, then. We should try the local taverns. But we careful guys, we don't want to draw too much attention..." He briefly looked at Zack.

"And try and keep the property damage to a minimum."

[Dracos]

And so they were off, heading through the wild streets of Pravokia.  Craig had been here before, so he didn't have too much trouble making his way to where the taverns were, a few streets down.

Using his wily pirate knowledge, he lead them to the most likely place for knowledge of...illicit activities to be.  An old beat up tavern on the left side of town by the name of the Scalawag.  It was a bit early.  Damned early one might say.  But that never mattered much at the Scalawag.  Stepping into the door, they might see a glimpse of about five or six ne'erdowells around.  Playing some poker in the back of the room.  A few more, arrayed by the barside, still up from the night before.  Not it's high time to be sure, but still a pretty rougish type of spot.

The bartender eyed them briefly before going back to servin' another gin to a particularly drunken young man.  The bartender was bald, with a bronze ring in his left ear and a scar across his right cheek.  Nasty lookin' fella, but he kept the order in this place, one might say.

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

"How much would it take to hear about the latest shipments in town? Specifically that of any rare gems?" Craig eased up to the man casually, making sure his voice was low enough for only the bartender to hear. Less people that were in this circle of knowledge, the better.

[Dracos]

"Few hundred, Sailor.  And somethin' to drink."  The bartender polished a cup meaningfully.

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

"Of course." Craig slid over the funds to cover for both drink and tip.

[Dracos]

The bartender quickly filled a mug, heading back over to him.  "Crystals you say?  Eh, hum..."  He handed over the mug.  "I remember a fella, bout a week back.  Shifty guy.  Had some crystal on him."

Dracos

[Nephrite]

Quatre took the opportunity to chime in. "Do you happen to remember what he looked like, or where he was headed?"

[Dracos]

The bartender frowned at the audible question, visibly considering.  "Eh, he might've been wearin' a cloak over his features."

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

"I see. Must be long gone, then." Craig paid down more than usual for another drink as he continued. "Any news of ships sailing towards Elfland?"

[Dracos]

"Mm..."  The bartender brushed the counter, a hand raised slightly on top of it in hint as he pondered.  "Well, I heard ol' Captain Jeffy should be back soon.  Would be no more than a couple of weeks likely before he'd set out again with more cargo for elfland."

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

"Another for my friends here." Craig placed down more money. "But they've been awfully jitterish lately. They've heard all the tales I weave about my homeland's 'hospitality', and are dying to see it."

[Dracos]

"Ah.  Well, it'd be a fine place, to be sure."  He got a few mugs, filling them and putting them down, leaning in as he did so.  "I hear Black Bikey's gonna be makin' a run sometime soon.  Neva know what kind he be lookin' for."  The bartender pocketed the gold, nodding and heading over to another customer.

Dracos