Post by Greebo on Aug 10, 2019 20:22:47 GMT
Feeling frustrated with himself over the failed attempt at catching the man who escaped from the Countess, Beranwald makes his way back over to see her the following day. His small feline frame makes short work of the trip across town as he jumps from roof to roof and slinks through small gaps in fences until he finds himself sitting on the door of her rather stately home.
From within the house, they hear a loud knocking on the door...
Don, the buttler, answers the door
"Ah, master Cat, I was expecting you and your... companions to show up eventually. The fact that you are here alone leads me to believe your mission was.... unsuccessful?"
"Somewhat I'm afraid yes. We followed the leads we had but they only led us to solve another mystery it seems. I, however, am not one to leave a job unfinished and shall continue to search for the escaped man as promised.
But first I would like ingratiate myself to The Countess. May I come in?"
"Well, certainly, come right in.
I am not sure if The Countess is available, I shall have to inquire. She was expecting you to come back with brighter news, these underwhelming tidings you bring might change the Countess' mind about your meeting.
Can I get you something while you wait? Perhaps some milk?
I apologise if I'm offending you - my experience entertaining intelligent, speaking cats is zero to none."
"Yes, a common concern people find themselves facing when they entertain me but yes, milk would be fine thank you.
And this is an unfortunate development in proceedings. I had hoped our first meeting would be on a stronger foundation than bad news... I like to consider myself resourceful though so we shall see what we can make of the situation.... This really is an impeccable residence" - as he wanders in and sits next to a chair rather than on it - "You run a tight ship it seems Don."
Don snaps his fingers and asks one of the servants for a bowl of milk that is promptly sought after
"Ah I appreciate your compliments good...." - he hesitates - "sir, I do not mean to disrespect you but you do seem extremely well educated, perhaps from a formal teaching? Fine scholars? Detect a hint of North Faerunian entonation?"
-the milk arrives-
"Ah, you are in the company of your milk, please feel at home, I shall inquire about the state of your arranged meeting, if you'll excuse me" -bows slightly and leaves-
Beranwald takes a few laps of his milk and enjoys the fresh taste, nothing like the stuff he gets down at the Shank, then sits upright and awaits Don's return, hopefully with an invitation to see The Countess. As he looks around the lavish room he spots the curtains hanging by the window and is.... intrigued...
Don returns and sees Greebo messing with the curtains and pauses wordless for a few seconds...
"Oh, uhm, Sir, I'm afraid the Countess is not in the mood to meet at the moment. You see, she was counting on you to bring back the fugitive and the news of your failure have lest her indisposed.
I'm afraid we might have to try another time - perhaps if you successfully complete a mission for the Jinlin Estates?"
Beranwald straightens himself up and acts like he wasn't caught in the act of pawing at the curtains.
"I expected as such.... I understand of course. Still, she now knows I am keen to meet and her impressions of my capabilities can now thoroughly be tested. May I enquire on a possible contact within the Estates with whom I can press myself upon to begin with?"
"Absolutely Sir, jobs that require the Estates' attention can be easily acquired with our Master of Ledgers at our main Warehouse in the Eastern Tooth of the Wharf. Her name is Rissa Von Kloom. Check back regularly, sometimes jobs come and go quite quickly."
"Thank you. I'll be sure to make my way to see her soon. Oh, and yes, you are correct in your assumption on my education. This form does belie the life the soul within has lived.... But that's a tale for another time. I'm sure I will be seeing you again soon, Don. Until then!" - Beranwald slowly follows Don out and struts off on his way back towards the Seashank.
From within the house, they hear a loud knocking on the door...
Don, the buttler, answers the door
"Ah, master Cat, I was expecting you and your... companions to show up eventually. The fact that you are here alone leads me to believe your mission was.... unsuccessful?"
"Somewhat I'm afraid yes. We followed the leads we had but they only led us to solve another mystery it seems. I, however, am not one to leave a job unfinished and shall continue to search for the escaped man as promised.
But first I would like ingratiate myself to The Countess. May I come in?"
"Well, certainly, come right in.
I am not sure if The Countess is available, I shall have to inquire. She was expecting you to come back with brighter news, these underwhelming tidings you bring might change the Countess' mind about your meeting.
Can I get you something while you wait? Perhaps some milk?
I apologise if I'm offending you - my experience entertaining intelligent, speaking cats is zero to none."
"Yes, a common concern people find themselves facing when they entertain me but yes, milk would be fine thank you.
And this is an unfortunate development in proceedings. I had hoped our first meeting would be on a stronger foundation than bad news... I like to consider myself resourceful though so we shall see what we can make of the situation.... This really is an impeccable residence" - as he wanders in and sits next to a chair rather than on it - "You run a tight ship it seems Don."
Don snaps his fingers and asks one of the servants for a bowl of milk that is promptly sought after
"Ah I appreciate your compliments good...." - he hesitates - "sir, I do not mean to disrespect you but you do seem extremely well educated, perhaps from a formal teaching? Fine scholars? Detect a hint of North Faerunian entonation?"
-the milk arrives-
"Ah, you are in the company of your milk, please feel at home, I shall inquire about the state of your arranged meeting, if you'll excuse me" -bows slightly and leaves-
Beranwald takes a few laps of his milk and enjoys the fresh taste, nothing like the stuff he gets down at the Shank, then sits upright and awaits Don's return, hopefully with an invitation to see The Countess. As he looks around the lavish room he spots the curtains hanging by the window and is.... intrigued...
Don returns and sees Greebo messing with the curtains and pauses wordless for a few seconds...
"Oh, uhm, Sir, I'm afraid the Countess is not in the mood to meet at the moment. You see, she was counting on you to bring back the fugitive and the news of your failure have lest her indisposed.
I'm afraid we might have to try another time - perhaps if you successfully complete a mission for the Jinlin Estates?"
Beranwald straightens himself up and acts like he wasn't caught in the act of pawing at the curtains.
"I expected as such.... I understand of course. Still, she now knows I am keen to meet and her impressions of my capabilities can now thoroughly be tested. May I enquire on a possible contact within the Estates with whom I can press myself upon to begin with?"
"Absolutely Sir, jobs that require the Estates' attention can be easily acquired with our Master of Ledgers at our main Warehouse in the Eastern Tooth of the Wharf. Her name is Rissa Von Kloom. Check back regularly, sometimes jobs come and go quite quickly."
"Thank you. I'll be sure to make my way to see her soon. Oh, and yes, you are correct in your assumption on my education. This form does belie the life the soul within has lived.... But that's a tale for another time. I'm sure I will be seeing you again soon, Don. Until then!" - Beranwald slowly follows Don out and struts off on his way back towards the Seashank.