Location: Tavern
Attire: Adventuring Outfit
Taking a seat at one of the empty tables, Priss sipped at her water as she discreetly listened in on the conversations transpiring around her. With her big, expansive ears, the Gobliness could overhear conversations from across the room, with one in particular drawing her attention. Sparing a brief, subtle glance over to the conversation in question, Priss first took note of the aged woman—an appraiser—and her sleeping slave. The woman was someone to remember, not the least for the fact her group would need someone willing to purchase whatever riches they found inside the tomb.
Priss smiled and took another sip of her water. Already, she had found a potential fence.
However, as the conversation increased in volume, the young, malnourished-looking boy the woman was talking to inevitably captured her attention. Priss could hear him, of course, but the Gobliness didn't dare take another glance back towards that area so soon. It was only when the conversation became a scene—at which point everyone inside the tavern not only overheard it, but was also compelled to shift their attention towards the display—did Priss turn her head once more.
Quite simply, the boy was desperate and the woman was angry.
Perfect.
Attire: Adventuring Outfit
Taking a seat at one of the empty tables, Priss sipped at her water as she discreetly listened in on the conversations transpiring around her. With her big, expansive ears, the Gobliness could overhear conversations from across the room, with one in particular drawing her attention. Sparing a brief, subtle glance over to the conversation in question, Priss first took note of the aged woman—an appraiser—and her sleeping slave. The woman was someone to remember, not the least for the fact her group would need someone willing to purchase whatever riches they found inside the tomb.
Priss smiled and took another sip of her water. Already, she had found a potential fence.
However, as the conversation increased in volume, the young, malnourished-looking boy the woman was talking to inevitably captured her attention. Priss could hear him, of course, but the Gobliness didn't dare take another glance back towards that area so soon. It was only when the conversation became a scene—at which point everyone inside the tavern not only overheard it, but was also compelled to shift their attention towards the display—did Priss turn her head once more.
Quite simply, the boy was desperate and the woman was angry.
Perfect.