Leirbag's Staircase - Chp 1

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Two nearby patrons raised their mugs in salute of Halgarm's belch, and soon after the barman returned.

"You assume right, my giant friend. The Blue Mirror prides itself in being the go-to place for people wanting to spend coin during the Bizarre Bazaar. Whether you're in the market for something specific, or want a keyhole's view of what's out there, or even just good food and drink."

Slipping a hand under the counter, the human procured a large book with a pastel blue hardcover.

"This has the names, locations, and average price ranges of every merchant participating," he said, turning it around to face the fusion. "People selling magic of any kind are written in blue ink."

"Well, I've recently acquired this grimmoire, but the only way to open it is with a very specific key..." Said the fusion feigning ignorance. "I'm trying to find the keyrune that opens it, essentially and I thought, well, someone around here would know where to find something like that."

[Hmm... roll Presence + Streetwise, with a +5 from Garm]

(1,2,8,8,4,3,2,9)

From his pocket, Halgarm pulled out a single gold piece, making sure it caught the light before laying it on the bar.

The barman raised a brow, then glanced around, slipping the offered coin inside the sleeve of his shirt.

"There's a merchant whose rented out a place several blocks from here," he said, leaning over the counter as he kept his voice down. "Jaervis Thornly. Supposedly deals in stuff like that. But you didn't hear it from me."

An abrupt hoorah from a nearby table caused both Halgarm and the barman to look away from each other. Just a typical toast, foam all over the place.

The barman continued. "Password's 'shark'. Make sure to remember."

"Got it."  Said Halgarm, giving the barman a short court nod.

The fusion followed the instructions, strutting to the indicated place to meet with Jaervis.

Just as the half-orc was about to take his leave, a familiar voice caught their attention.

"I just don't get it," said Evan, the auburn-haired mage sitting at a table. "I mean, was it something I said?"

"You do have that effect on people," said Leaf, taking a sip from his mug.

"All I said was he spends way too much time staring at the professor instead of jotting notes down. I was just trying to help!"

"Maybe you should avoid giving tips out in public. Judging by the shade of red he turned, you embarrassed him something fierce."

"I'm sorry, alright?! I'll make it up to him later."