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[Xantalos]

Niklas turns to Sigmund and Scott.
What did the captain look like?

[Innsmothe]

Scott will try to recall the appearance of the rogue and relay it  to Niklas.
He will then go up to the bar man for a fine pint of Arrack and rumours about local swindlers.

[killerhellhound]

keep looking through the crowd for the swindler

[Tomcost]

Sigmund shrugged and aked:

-Then, which is the cheapest drink this place can offer? I'm quite short of money... damned son of a bitch ((the last part is muttering, but not for the bartender, as if Sigmund was talking to himself))

[Harry Baldman]

In the Feisty Jelly...

Niklas, being at a loss on what to look for here, turns to Scott for details on the target.

"What did the captain look like?"

"Well, I'm fairly certain he was a person. Yes. Probably. And he had a monkey-shaped pipe, I recall. And a red beard, not to mention red hair! And his hat had a skull on it. He was rather short, I remember, like devious people tend to be. Oh, and he had a sharp sword in a scabbard that he occasionally clutched insecurely. His eyes were like two glowing red hot coals, I recall - had a real intense stare. Dressed like a captain, maybe somewhat swankier than the average one, but easily identifiable."

Having told all this to Niklas, Scott takes a seat at the bar.

"Barkeep! A pint of your finest Arrack!"

"A pint of Arrack? That'll be a gold coin from you, it will. That stuff costs a lot. Imports, ya know."

"I'll consider it! How about a rumor about the state of con artistry in this town?"

"Con artistry? Hm. Well, there's a few in town, methinks, but they mostly rip off tourists for small change. Scum, ya know. What're ya gonna do? Though I do hear that there was some bigger fella in town a while back, dunno if he's left yet."

"Then, which is the cheapest drink this place can offer? I'm quite short of money... damned son of a bitch..." Sigmund says from another corner.

"'Scuse me," the barkeep says to Scott, turning to Sigmund. "1 copper buys ya all the water ya can drink or a pint of the Special. Your choice."

Mark looks around some more for somebody fitting the scammer's description.

After a few minutes of looking over the room, he can say with reasonable certainty that the schmuck isn't here.

[killerhellhound]

damm I would leave but rule one dont split the party could be inportent here
so Mark sat down next to the others and played with his knives

[Innsmothe]

"So, where 'bouts do the scam bastards hang out?"
Scott hands over two gold coins

[Tomcost]

Sigmund noticed Scott trying to waste money on fancy drinks, and said:

-Don't waste the money we don't have. Come here, I invite.

He then hands two copper coins to the barkeeper:

-Two pints of that Special.

[Spinal_Taper]

Darrn halts midair, then trie and use telekinesis to wipe off any hypothetical evil clinging to him.

[miauw62]

Kevin shrugs, feeling the chains of soulbinding around his already-dead soul, and tries to find some cloth to wrap Bernie in (altough not from the sails), then proceeding to throw him overboard.

[Innsmothe]

To sigmund:"Pssssst, I am discreetly paying for information...."
Scott continues to hand over the two gold coins.

(Also sorry about you ending up dead...er Spinal. =[ )

[Tomcost]

((You don't have 2 gold coins, you handed all to the Artiste))

[Xantalos]

Niklas searches the tavern for the scammer.

[Harry Baldman]

In the Feisty Jelly...

Mark, feeling a lot of loyalty to the sorry mess of people that are currently his compatriots, sits down on a barstool and starts playing with a scalpel like a good patron in a bar is supposed to.

"So, where 'bouts do the scam bastards hang out?" asks Scott reaching into his pocket and realizing he doesn't have any gold coins on him.

"Well, as far as I know-what the fuck is that?" the barkeep says, looking at Mark.

"Don't waste the money we don't have. Come here, I invite."

He then shows two copper coins, though the barkeep is a tad distracted currently.

"Two pints of that Special."

"No, seriously, what the fuck is that? Do you guys know?"

Very distracted, Sigmund would say.

Meanwhile, Niklas continues an independent investigation. He scans the room, seeing several highly conspicuous people. None of them fit the description given, though. Some of them do look mighty piratey, though.


In the air above Emlocke...

Darren halts his flight suddenly, then tries to get all the heart attack cooties off himself in a bid to rid himself of potential death.

However, he supposes this isn't something he can just get off easily - he feels it's probably something inside him. Something higher than mere bodily functions or some such! Something more!

[Will roll: 5-1]

He manages to not die! This, he supposes, is rather nice. Maybe he can make peace with the gods or something. 'Cause he sure has hardly any clue what's going on here, though he's pretty sure it will kill him eventually.


On the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...

Kevin, having listened to the story, gets down to business and looks for some cloth. Unfortunately, there really isn't any that isn't on the sails. And even the bit on the sails has mostly rotted away. Hm.

[Innsmothe]

"MARK! Put that away before I jam it in your eye-socket!"
To barkeep: "Now, as you were saying...?"

((Also Harry, I think you accidentally misused my speech type for the barman.))