NPC Thursdays: Mikhail the Stick
Coming upon a crossroad within the bazaar he looked a bit. One on corner, a Dwarven crone with many missing teeth ( and what teeth she had, she didn’t take good care of) waved he wares at him, a variety of pottery figures and holy symbols in use with a variety of Hedge Magic practices that is used in the poorer neighborhoods. Lanco turned looking for his contact as a halfling on top of a table boasted about how good and big his roasted spicy nuts, all the while holding his crotch to get a laugh form the passing crowds. Still no sign of his contact, Lanco thought about leaving, while a showed various children his wooden toys that bopped in and out of life with a turn of crystal key on them, the children applauding at the sites.
Now a hand clasped his shoulder hard. Lanco looked up to see a large half-orc looking on him, half his face scarred and badly cover by a metal plate with an ofZulzul painted on it.
“This way” it grunted.
Lanco followed, wondering what trouble he bought himself now.
Walking between stalled they came to clearing made of the backs of the tents and here it seemed merchants came to take a break form the bazaar and smoke their pipe and make conversation. One side butted into the Antiquarian House, a four story shadow on from it’s solid 5 foot thick walls.
Looking to the Half-orc, Lanco saw it’s attention was on a small figure walking up to hims. Draped in Black robes, it strode towards the Lanco with a hidden grace. Slightly muffled, it smoke with a whisper.
“Good….day…Mister Lanco. I am Tessona, and I see you have met my associate Grimdurg. We contacted you through your channels because we believe you are in possession of something we seek?”