"My apologies guildmaster," the rogue continued. "Please forgive my unseemly haste, but time is of the essence, and if I appear rude, rest assured that it is because lives may rest on our timely return." He looked around at the rest of the party..."I am Xavier. The large fig...

Leading the party through the doorway, Xavier paused for a moment to assess the guildmaster Roland. Then he bowed deeply. "Greetings Guildmaster. As I informed your clerk, the smith of Tethil has asked us to enquire as to the reason for the end of his silver shipments. Your clerk has said that ...

"Our skills are many and varied, I can assure you. However, that is a discussion probably best held with the guildmaster, an appointment with whom we would be most eager to have."

"I see...and could you tell us why it is inoperational at the moment? Perhaps, (and without boasting), we could assist you in getting it operational?"

Walking up to the clerk, the slender rogue greeted him politely. "Good day sir," he said, "I wonder if you could assist us...we are here on behalf of the smith of Tethil, who seeks to know the reason for the cessation of his silver shipments. Perhaps you could advise us as to whom we ...

Xavier nod's amiably to the guards as the party approaches, then steps into the entrance hall and looks around with interest.

Sitting in the inn with the rest of the party before setting off, Xavier confides to them..."The miner last night told me that the merchant's guild, in its greed, ordered the miners deeper than ever into the mine. Some disaster occurred, and not one miner escaped. Some guards were sent in after...

Having spoken to the miner, Xavier heads off to bed, eager for a good nights rest, and an early start.

It's not like much is happening right now...and it's less than a month 'til you'll be back online properly...

As he passed the fighter, Xavier returned the wink..."Agreed my friend...a coin often achieves what even a winning smile cannot."

He continued toward the miner he had singled out, intent on asking a few of those questions.

Seating himself at a rough-hewn table, the slender rogue quickly took care of the stew which at least was hot and filling, before finishing his mug of bitter ale. Hearing Irian's comments, he replied, "Sounds like we should be talking to the miners then." Under his breath, he continued, &q...

Aye, I'll take a room inkeeper, and some of that stew as well. Take a silver for yourslef too, and tell me a little about the merchant's guild.

"A mug of ale will do me fine, bartender," Xavier replied. "And I wonder if you could tell us a bit about the merchants guild? They seem a distinctly unfriendly bunch..."

No, you're automatically dressed in simple clothing IIRC

The rogue looked carefully at the other patrons, sizing up their relative abilities, prospects and opportunities...

Xavier laughed, following the imposing looking fighter.

Xavier sighed..."Ah well, three in favour...I suppose I'll agree...I need a full nights rest...still not recovered completely from the damn plant, and now my hand's hurt too. All right, I'll be the decider...the inn it is." He turned and examined the inn, preparing to accompany the rest of...

"A truly charming bunch, aren't they?" the rogue asked, shaking his head.

"Well? Shall we vote? Either Roark pushes in the door for us...or we go and get a meal and a bed..."

Xavier laughs and calls through the door..."Alright friend, I deserved that. But you fail to appreciate the urgency of our need to see the guildmaster...perhaps you do not care, but innocent livesmay hang in the balance, not to mention the lives of your customers in Tethil. Will your master not...

Xavier attempts to dart his hand through the sliding window and grab the speaker by the nose...