around a bell after arrival
The trio had spent the first bell blending in - or, at least, that had been what he had been instructed they were to do. Ashara had had no issue schmoozing and involving herself in the evening's activities like a genuine party-goer, no doubt using her charm to collect bits and pieces about the host and her establishment along with those who called the Gem their home. Sebastian, on the other hand, had stayed close to the younger Daggerhand Brother, filling him in with information he felt Orakan might need to know as the pair moved about the party, assessing the lay of the pavilion and the level of security present between trips to the buffet.
Orakan couldn't help marvel over the amount of planning and preparation that had gone into the event. He had counted well over a handful of armed individuals that appeared to be genuine security rather than those dressing as being 'thugs' as a costume, and had watched as they seemed to rotate - apart from those tasked with guarding the table with what looked to be a trio of jars. He had yet to fully puzzle out what that was about but had a feeling it had to do with mizas.
Now poised off to the side of the buffet table, the two conferred in low tones while doing their best to remain inconspicuous. The proprietress, he had learned while biting gracelessly into a turkey leg, was named Kelski and was a jewelcrafter and Kelvic.
"She also previously used to be a slave," Sebastian paused to shift his leather helmet so he could take a drink from the glass of ale he was holding, pale blue eyes looking out at the party before them, "owned by the Sun's Birth."
This got Orakan's attention and he perked a painted and inked brow, single hazel eyes turning to regard the side of Sebastian's fancy leather helm. He scritched at his eyepatch as he mulled over this bit of information. Surely an ex Sun's Birth slave would not take much to get on the Daggerhand's side, especially if she were the vengeful sort. It also made him see the party's grandeur in a new light. Sunberth had little in the way of happy endings for most, but it was definitely a city where hard work and tenacity could see anyone make something of themselves. Knowing now that a former slave had managed to rise up and have the means to throw something as large and elaborate as this party made him rethink what this woman would be like, and gain an inkling of what she was worth. It wasn't so much respect he felt, more a curious interest.
He took another bite of his turkey leg and then wiped away at the grease on his lips. He was making am mess of himself and the paint that covered him and he grimaced at it all and eventually discarded the half-eaten leg in one of the many bins that dotted the tent. He returned his attention to the older Daggerhand once he was done, hands wiping down the thighs of his new pants. "She's done well for herself, then."
Sebastian made a noise of agreement and bobbed his head. "She'd make for a good mark, too."
His tone lacked Ashara's more predatory one and Orakan was learning that he spoke from a more logical perspective.
"But it'd be better to have her as an associate, yeah?" Orakan was not versed in politics but he could make the conclusion despite this. It seemed to him that it'd be better to have someone of this woman's apparent influence in the hand and accessible over time. To him, using her as a target for robbery seemed like wasted potential. Lucrative in it's own right, but not as much as having her working long-term with the gang would be.
Sebastian shrugged and looked around, his attention drifting towards the side of the pavilion that backed on towards the hostess' establishment.
"Keep an eye out for anything that might seem important. Mingle. Eavesdrop. Get what you can about her, the Gem and its occupants tonight."
With that, he gave the younger Daggerhand a nudge. Orakan sniffed and rearranged his lips, not exactly eager to 'mingle'. His gaze turned towards where Sebastian had previously looked and he debated potentially canvassing the building instead. Inwardly, he cursed himself for not having his cloak handy. He tugged at the black linen scarf he had at his neck and drew it back up over the lower half of his face - it would have to do.
Orakan couldn't help marvel over the amount of planning and preparation that had gone into the event. He had counted well over a handful of armed individuals that appeared to be genuine security rather than those dressing as being 'thugs' as a costume, and had watched as they seemed to rotate - apart from those tasked with guarding the table with what looked to be a trio of jars. He had yet to fully puzzle out what that was about but had a feeling it had to do with mizas.
Now poised off to the side of the buffet table, the two conferred in low tones while doing their best to remain inconspicuous. The proprietress, he had learned while biting gracelessly into a turkey leg, was named Kelski and was a jewelcrafter and Kelvic.
"She also previously used to be a slave," Sebastian paused to shift his leather helmet so he could take a drink from the glass of ale he was holding, pale blue eyes looking out at the party before them, "owned by the Sun's Birth."
This got Orakan's attention and he perked a painted and inked brow, single hazel eyes turning to regard the side of Sebastian's fancy leather helm. He scritched at his eyepatch as he mulled over this bit of information. Surely an ex Sun's Birth slave would not take much to get on the Daggerhand's side, especially if she were the vengeful sort. It also made him see the party's grandeur in a new light. Sunberth had little in the way of happy endings for most, but it was definitely a city where hard work and tenacity could see anyone make something of themselves. Knowing now that a former slave had managed to rise up and have the means to throw something as large and elaborate as this party made him rethink what this woman would be like, and gain an inkling of what she was worth. It wasn't so much respect he felt, more a curious interest.
He took another bite of his turkey leg and then wiped away at the grease on his lips. He was making am mess of himself and the paint that covered him and he grimaced at it all and eventually discarded the half-eaten leg in one of the many bins that dotted the tent. He returned his attention to the older Daggerhand once he was done, hands wiping down the thighs of his new pants. "She's done well for herself, then."
Sebastian made a noise of agreement and bobbed his head. "She'd make for a good mark, too."
His tone lacked Ashara's more predatory one and Orakan was learning that he spoke from a more logical perspective.
"But it'd be better to have her as an associate, yeah?" Orakan was not versed in politics but he could make the conclusion despite this. It seemed to him that it'd be better to have someone of this woman's apparent influence in the hand and accessible over time. To him, using her as a target for robbery seemed like wasted potential. Lucrative in it's own right, but not as much as having her working long-term with the gang would be.
Sebastian shrugged and looked around, his attention drifting towards the side of the pavilion that backed on towards the hostess' establishment.
"Keep an eye out for anything that might seem important. Mingle. Eavesdrop. Get what you can about her, the Gem and its occupants tonight."
With that, he gave the younger Daggerhand a nudge. Orakan sniffed and rearranged his lips, not exactly eager to 'mingle'. His gaze turned towards where Sebastian had previously looked and he debated potentially canvassing the building instead. Inwardly, he cursed himself for not having his cloak handy. He tugged at the black linen scarf he had at his neck and drew it back up over the lower half of his face - it would have to do.
ooc I'll be back to possibly flesh this out more, just wanted to get it up in time!