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As Joram heads down the street, he notices a halfling walking down the other side wearing brightly colored clothing bearing the king's crest on them.
"This certainly is an odd section of town for one of the king's court to be in" he thinks to himself. As he looks closer, he notices the halfling seems to be mumbling to himself and looks rather upset.
Curios, he decides to follow the odd fellow and see where he is headed. The halfling stops across the street from the tavern and looks towards the door, obviously thinking about going in, but then changing his mind and moving on.
Joram sneaks into an alleyway across the street and hurries down a backstreet to get ahead of the halfling - a race known for their "lockpicking" ability. He manages to get ahead of the character and leans against a corner of the building, waiting on him.
Keporith continues walking down the street sullenly. A short sword and dagger hang from from his belt. He came to this town several weeks ago and managed to get a job in the king's court, thanks to his juggling ability. The king was quite impressed with Keporith's skill at tossing the spinning blades and had asked him to become one of the court entertainers. It seemed like the perfect job at first. Being paid a tidy sum for his skill, plus being around all those nobles with their bulging purses. No doubt about it, the first few weeks had been most profitable. Keporith had been careful not to get tooo carried away with his purse-filching, lest the guards become suspicious, especially that winged-elf. That one had the eyes of a hawk and never seemed to sleep. He had swooped down out of nowhere a few days ago as Keporith had attempted to sneak up on a guest that was leaving the castle. He gave no indication that he knew what Keporith was up to, but he had scared the hair of his feet nonetheless. And now, with the wedding drawing close, the king was forcing Keporith to work longer and longer each day. It was beginning to look like a time to change scenery, Keporith thought to himself.
Suddenly, he notices the rougish figure leaning casually against the corner ahead. Keporith stops in his tracks, knowing that the mans allies are probably hidden just out of sight.
His hand drops quickly to his sword as he scans the closest alley with his infravision.
"What do you want, stranger." he says "I've had a lousy day and I've no need for any trouble."
Joram holds his hands up to show that he means no harm, but Keporith doesn't relax. He has seen this ruse before. Joram realizes that the halfling is overly-cautious and tries to put him at ease.
"I assure that I am not interested in your purse, but I may have some interest in your skills and knowledge. You wear the kings crest, are you a member of his court."
Keporith explains that he is and tells Joram how his Dream Job has ended up becoming a nightmare. Joram listens, intrigued.
"Perhaps we can help each other, my small friend. I have a business proposition for you that I think you will find MOST interesting. Come, let me buy you a cup of ale and let's talk, shall we?".
OOC>>I have one magic item I would like to keep with him, AzRael...I'll PM you with the info and see what you think.
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