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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2018 3:21 am
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Hestian was a man that was busy, to the point that he couldn't really meet with just anyone at any time. There had to be a good reason behind said reason, but it seemed as though a good enough reason had come across his desk. After reading the message twice, just to make sure that he had all of the information. Giving a bit of a sigh he found himself saying, "I feel that I might be getting a bit too old for this stuff. Laine, I bequeath the entirety of the Thieves Guild to you. I think I'm going to retire to Matori and find myself a nice wife or two to spend my retirement years with."
The Oban woman that stood at his side lifted and eyebrow before patting him on the shoulder and asked of him, "Shall I set up the meeting with Bushi and his family for you, Hestian?" It seemed that she wasn't listening to his retirement speech, as though it was something she'd heard before now.
"I suppose so." He said, giving a little grumbling sound. It seemed it wouldn't be as easy as all of that, huh? Getting to his feet he said, "See to it that the back room of the Janarim's Skull is made empty, I will meet with them there this evening."
The woman gave a bow of her head before leaving the room at a rapid pace, off to set up the meeting between Hestian and the family that was requesting it. It seemed that Hestian was going to have a long night, as such she'd need to order in dinner for him at the Janarim's Skull as well since all they really served there was booze and eye candy. Something that had her wondering if such a meeting should be held there but decided to leave be, if that was where he wanted to go then so be it. Those in Bushi's family would just have to deal with it. Their own fault for getting into so much trouble after all.
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Bushi was at his booth, selling a necklace that he'd made with his own two hands, to a rather handsome looking Matorian. It seemed as though he was trying to win over a girl and needed the best, most beautiful, and extremely shiny necklace to give to her. The one that he'd creature was all of those things, crafted of silver and a couple of beautiful emeralds. It was a piece that no woman would turn down, or so he told the guy.
They were in the middle of haggling when Bushi spotted Laine standing there off to one side. The woman wasn't easy to miss given the shaved head and bare, muscular arms. He lifted a hand to give a wave before continuing on with the customer, wanting to get the deal over with so that he might be able to talk with the woman in private. The moment the Matorian was on his way she came striding forward, closing the distance between them, and then said, "The meeting is tonight, back room of the Janarim's Skull, you're all invited."
"The... where? That dive bar?" He cocked his head to the side, lifting a hand to scratch it against his beard. His wife was sure to be displeased with that given those that hung out there... but who was he to judge? If that was where the boss wanted to meet he supposed that was where they were going to meet.
Laine nodded, "Yes, at the bar. I will wait outside and lead you in through the side door so your family can avoid the worst of it." She said before turning on her heel and left the area.
Giving a shake of his Bushi returned to his work, finishing up in the late afternoon before he went to where the twins were staying first, fetching them, before taking them as a group to where Phaedra was working. It was time to meet up with Hestian. There was a moment where he'd considered leaving Shura at the inn but she wasn't having it, even if she was the only one that wasn't in trouble.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2018 3:23 am
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Shura glanced at her brother who was walking at her side, then forward to where their father was. It had been about a week since the 'incident' or was it 'incidents'? Either way it had been about a week since then and it seemed as though it was time to go and meet with the person that was seemingly in charge of the group their father was a part of. She found herself wondering what was going to happen, what the man was like, and how things were going to turn out.
"If he's the leader he's got to be some big, muscular guy with a shaved head, scars, and lots of tattoos, huh?" She murmured to her twin brother, certain that it would take a man like that to lead a guild of criminals, right? Crossing her arms behind her head as she walked she tried picturing him in her head, "I hope that things blow over... I mean it was your first infraction so surely he'll let you off the hook, right?" That was what she was hoping for at least, not wanting to think about her brother getting taken away by the monstrous person she'd made up in her head.
Looking passed their father who was leading the way she spotted the place their mother worked. A part of her wanted to run ahead to find their mother first but she decided to hold her ground, staying alongside Dovian instead. She had to protect him after all, not matter what.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2018 4:06 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2018 8:08 am
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Bushi stepped into the restaurant first, glancing around, before he motioned to a table that stood empty, "You both sit there. I'm going to find your mother and let her know what is going on." He watched the pair, making sure that they were going to listen, before he moved off to figure out where his Sprite was currently located. It took a bit of searching around and some a bit of asking around before he found himself pointed in the right direction.
Once there he glanced over at her, watching her as she worked, before giving a bit of a smile, "You really are beautiful, aren't you Sprite?" He asked of her, leaning against the door to the kitchen she was working in. After a glance around to make sure that nobody was listening he said, "I got a message from... my boss. He's wanting to meet with us this evening. Will you be able to get off work and come with us?" Hestian was likely expecting her so he hoped that she was able to come along. If not he'd do his best to cover for her.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2018 10:59 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2018 8:17 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2018 3:50 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2018 2:56 am
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