Game: Great minds think alike

"Unity of rings? Did the Burned Torch play a part in your departure?" ian askes, never turning toward him.

The tiefling looks at the masked gnoll with a peery eye for a moment and thinks Uh-oh, the Bleakniks lost a barmy. He then cheerily replies: 'Good fiend or bad fiend? Well, since all fiends are bad fiends and no fiends are good fiends, that makes me no bad fiend, but a good fiend since I am no fiend!' He grins.

'It sure did,' the bald and slightly scaly man replies to Ian. 'When I'm not travelling this is the prime place I go to for bub.'
'So what's with the chunk o' glass over here?' He points to the sphere. 'What's it doin' here?'

'Oh, by the way, the name's Saath.'

'Baator? Are you meaning to tell me Charrdh went all the way to the fifth to get a block of ice this size to display to the bubbers, without a baatezu knowin' or carin' about it?' Saath scratches his head.

'Well, it sure has a nice glow to it. Wouldn't want this place sacked by a couple of pissed off 'zu looking for their property, though.' A look of concern crosses his face.
'Maybe I should have a talk with Charrdh, try and convince him to get rid of it,' he says to himself.

'Aye, certainly. I've had a chat with him on occasion. He doesn't come up here too often, though. Spends most of his time downstairs in his room, but he shows himself sometimes when it's not too busy.'

'So I take it you and your companions are here to see him as well?'

Ian takes a large step back from the path from the door downstairs to the door outside, and bows.

An assassin? Why would Charrd need an assassin? He's a traitor too? Why would Charrd work with someone whose a traitor? TERRIBLE DEATH??? Why do I even hang out in the hive? Why i'm I asking myself all these questions? And I still can't tell if our new friend is a good fiend or a bad fiend!!!

MG stands where he is and scratches his head, confusing himself more and more with each passing second.

'Huh. What's a blood like that want with Charrdh?' Saath says while coming out of hiding after Xanarox has left the tavern.
'Well, time to be Charrdh's next visitor!'

Saath walks up to the door to the office and asks the bartender: 'Oy, Charrdh's free now, right?'

'Oh, 'scuse me cutter,' Saath apologizes. 'Didn't think Charrdh was so popular today.'

*Blackthornes seems a little taken aback by the young man with undead bodygaurds, and seems a bit at odds about this new fellow.*
""well, not only did our wait finally end, but now we have to go down with another? ian I need to speak with you."
*with that he well list to speak into ian's ear, taking care to not be heard by saath*
"do you think we can trust him, I mean he did just appear out of nowere, and we don't know who he is. Sure, he knows charrd, but from how the last fellow was announced, Idsay that doesn't make him look very good. I think we already have enough backstappers hanging around in the group, if you take my meaning."
*Turning back around to saath*
"oy, there sir sorry I haven't spoken before now, I was deep in thought. People call me Blackthornes and Blackthornes I am. Might I employ your trade and what brings you to see charrd."

OOC: Sorry I haven't been on guys, my computer has not been working correctly, so I haven't been able to read the thread or post in it. I can get on at school, and hopefully I can fix the problem before too long. finwe, welcome to the group.

Ian pivots around to face Charrd, his head slightly bowed. "Evening Charrd. I hope your day has been more fortunete then ours."

"You silly fiends are all the same! You get so angry over silly things then you say your not fiends when your both obviouslly fiends. Just cause your grandmas gave it up to to some 'liths doesn't mean you can be you can be rude and inturupt your employer. Now you to knock it off before you upset Ms. Daisy!"

MG then looks down into his knapsack and starts to whisper.....

"Don't let those scary fiends scare you....sshhhhh......it's ok.....sshhhhhh....."

"Now thats what I call incentive." Ian says. "Come on, you heard the man."
Ian heads toward the stairs.

[OOC: Saath is already there, he went down the stairs last week ]

"I think it would be best if I wait out here. Talking buissness kinda confuses me.....and this way I can keep an eye out for Tiger Fury Or the Illumian. You can just fill me in after the meeting. Ms. Daisy will keep me company while I wait."

MG starts tickling his knapsack and giggling like a child....

"Oh how I love you Ms. Daisy!"

"hhmmm.....O.K. you talked me into it."

The Masked Gnoll follows the others

Ian whispers back. "This is the first I've heard of a Miss Daisy, to be honest. It's entirely possible that he's named his knapsack."

Ian looks at the Masked Gnolll for a moment, and then back at Charrd. "I wouldn't be too worried, but keep in mind that he doesn't think like most people. He has some sort of new and interesting form of logic that makes a decent substitute for the real thing."

Ian raises an eyebrow. "A time gate? Sensitive thing, time."
"Obviously we'll need to know how to use it, what you need done and how you feel would be the best way to handle it, how far back we will be going... as much general knowledge about the gate and the process as we have time for."

"As an aside, did you write up a log of the strange occurances surrounding the sphere like I asked?"

"So we're basically going to do what we would have done, but in the past. Convientally 500 years before anyone knows that they need to stop us. Clever." Ian says, pocketing the proffered key. "I assume that this can get us back as well? As much fun as staying in the past could be, the less time we spend there the better."
Almost as an afterthought, Ian picks up the bundle of papers and places them in his handysack.

*Blackthornes seems to pay attention to everyword of Charrd's statement*
"Going back in time to stop this is a grand idea, but I have a consern: Does this tower have any residents that we should be aware of?"

Saath, appearing much more serious than before, says:
'500 years is a long time... So this Xanarox can... travel through time? Wow, I took him for a run-o'-the-mill diplomat of the knife with bodyguards stronger than himself.' He frowns.

'One practical question: should we have the need fer it, how or where would you propose we leave a time capsule? For that matter, any chance we already left a message for ourselves from the past?' Saath grins.