All the Chant That's Fit To Print (S.I.G.I.S HQ) [D1, LM]

[Flession]

The halfling gives it a moment and thinks about it. "Oooohhh yeah, you're the cutter detective. The...The Mysterious Affair at Festhall story we got awhile back." She extends her hands to you and smiles. "Whole things' a bit complex; you want to come back to my desk so we can talk?"

[Naila Drooten]

The halfling gives it a moment and thinks about it. "Oooohhh yeah, you're the cutter detective. The...The Mysterious Affair at Festhall story we got awhile back." She extends her hands to you and smiles. "Whole things' a bit complex; you want to come back to my desk so we can talk?"

"I'd be delighted." Naila shakes the extended hand with a nod.

"And I'd appreciate the opportunity to talk further. I imagine your desk is...quieter."
Naila will head to any indicated spot.

[Illiam'iira]

He looks over at the big guy for a second before turning his head to the ladt. "So, you think you're a cutter. Look more Clueless than Cutter, if I'm being honest. Tell me, what makes you think you can make the cut? Talk of helping and healing isn't what we do. We report the news. The gritty kind, the kind the Hardheads don't want to get out, and some rumors we need to spread.. No time for healing and helping. Bleaker's and Indep's got a soup kitchen if you want help people."

"To be fair," Illiam pipes up, "Healing and helping might be precisely what gets the victims to share their stories. You go talk to someone who's traumatized without doing jack shit for them and they'll notice! When all you want is some lurid details 'bout what hurt them, a person clams up, since they've got way bigger worries than a paper." She grins wide. "Heal them, feed them, and if they're under attack, protect them, and they'll be way more open, don't you think?" Her eyes follow the elf lady who walks off, and Illi hums a moment, thoughtful. "At any rate, I can use a sword. Not as good as my friend here with his spear, but I can use a sword."

With that, Illiam smoothly removes her sword (still in its scabbard) from her back, expertly moving it across both shoulders without use of her arms and twirling it around her wrist once, twice, then standing it before her, blade-down, both palms resting on the hilt. Damn thing's almost as tall as she is.

Performance check - fancy draw of sword / sword-dancing: 1d20+8 24

[Sings-With-Purpose]

An elf, a drow, and aasimar walk into a bar. Only it isn't a bar, and the elf and drow were already there, along with a something or another in full plate. Okay, so, in walks an aasimar. Sings-With-Purpose was fashionably late, but announced herself with ample enough flair to make herself known.

"Ahem... I'm here about the slaadi job? Or you know, anything that pays, really."

[Ore]

"I hear that we are to bring the lawless creatures to reasonable numbers." Ore gravels as he steps into the door. "Is this the correct place?"

[Ore]

An elf, a drow, and aasimar walk into a bar. Only it isn't a bar, and the elf and drow were already there, along with a something or another in full plate. Okay, so, in walks an aasimar. Sings-With-Purpose was fashionably late, but announced herself with ample enough flair to make herself known.

"Ahem... I'm here about the slaadi job? Or you know, anything that pays, really."

"Ahh, you are here as well Singer?" Ore asks affectioniately. Or as affectionately as a block of metal can manage.

[Valeria Brightheart]

An elf, a drow, and aasimar walk into a bar. Only it isn't a bar, and the elf and drow were already there, along with a something or another in full plate. Okay, so, in walks an aasimar. Sings-With-Purpose was fashionably late, but announced herself with ample enough flair to make herself known.

"Ahem... I'm here about the slaadi job? Or you know, anything that pays, really."

Valeria was following along with her roommate, happy to let her do the talking. For the moment, at least. She stood next to Sings, providing quite a colorful contrast.

She gave a little wave with her fingers to Ore, and a bigger wave to Naila, based on proximity. Each of them got a bright smile, though.

[Sings-With-Purpose]

"Hey there," she also gave a wave to Ore, 'fore looking around to see who was in charge and could set up the details of things like transport, payment, job specifics, and so on.

[Flession]

The halfling was about to leave with Naila, but was stopped as more people came . "Seems we got ourselves a expedition team, boss, instead of people looking to write for the paper!" She laughs at him while the look at Gruffhammer's face showed more frustration., "If you want those sort of jobs, go bother Tensar! This is a news publication, not a Minder joint!". He slams his hand against the table once more The halfling looks over at those willing.

"Welllll..." She looks all innocently at him. "It would get me a chance to go explore Limbo safely. Maybe make my way to my cousin's safely so I can get more details It's been slim pickings contacting everyone since this all started." A large groan comes from the Gruffhammer's voice.

"Fine...if you can get me a story, I'll give you the proper Minder's fee. No skimping on the research, and she gets back safely! She's one of mine, and we want to try to get them home alive. Not like that Demonweb exposé team." He grunts and continues. "Firstly, any of you have experience in Limbo?"

[Sings-With-Purpose]

"Well, the paper said cullers wanted, inquire with the Editor," she said, not quite grasping what the confusion was, "As for Limbo, well... heard a thing or two. And I did try to get to a performance slotted over in the gate-town over there. What's it called? Xaos? Bob? But anyway that gig fell through, folk there aren't much for contracts and the like. Or keeping the venue in one place.