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near the end, Munshin will look to Sharp Dressed Man and ask him a question. "Obviously there's little reason for you to answer this, but given the unusual circumstances, I may as well bring it full circle - Do the lot of you run the whole building, or do you not care what goes on below?"
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Eran follows silently, making a note of their surroundings in case they want to come back.
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(Each person gets 440 exp!)
Sharp Dressed Man leads the way downstairs, and at level 70, turns back around. He seems pretty quiet, not really saying anything, although obviously keeping an eye on everyone and expecting trouble. The cell row exits right next to the stairs, so not much of each level can be seen, although what can be seen appears on par with the other floors the crew has seen. The man just begins climbing the stairs once he deposits you on floor 70, saying, "We hopefully won't be seeing each other again. Sound good? Good."
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Sharp Dressed left, and that left...them to themselves! [b["Huh. A very unusual situation..."[/b]
Munshin turned to the others and sighs. "We may have to consider a different location from this building, I fear. Given what just happened, I don't really trust this one on the lower levels with them above us. The might take setting up shop as aggressive, and we don't have the manpower to deal wit that I fear."
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Roan watches somewhat agape as he shakes himself out of his revery, and simply says. "Let's go, we need to have another meeting I believe."
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"I'm going back to the room were we found the addicts. We can discuss things there," The shade states in an irritated tone and he glides down the stairs.
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Munshin couldn't think of a reason the room couldn't be used for now, and thus followed along.
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The room is just as you left it, although it is given a slightly creepier vibe knowing what it may have been used for at one point in time.
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Munshin double checked the door once everyone was in, then turned to the rest. "Well, this leads us to a bit of a pickle. I have some thoughts for how we could deal with them, but Depending ho many others are up there besides the group we ran into, we could get overwhelmed again easily."
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"But we've uncovered several curiosities." Roan chimes in. "Why would the Dragon Fangs, men renowned for their violent and terrible retribution, let us go without so much as even removing our weapons?" Roan stands a paces quietly. "Either they're far less fiercesome than I've been led to believe, or they have plans for us yet. It's possible they simply released us to further ensure the vengeance is sweeter, giving the fox a head start before they release the hounds. Or perhaps they simply wish to see how we'll respond, trace us to the people they assume called for the strike before we were sent to deal the blow." The monk stares at the ground for a moment as he mulls over his thoughts. "But enough of that, what is this plan of yours Munshin?"
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"Dragon Maw" Munshin corrected, and leaned himself against the desk in the room. "This is definitely a strange pickle we're in....So far, my plan involves several things. Some sort of way for us to see in the dark along with you, so we're not so heavily hindered by our own abilities. Possibly some sort of dust or way to spot the invisible for our Fanged friend. Several tanglefoot bags could help prevent us from being mowed down as we were, slowing or sticking them in place. In a confined staircase, it shouldn't be as hard to hit them. The problems would be getting past them, and then of course, dealing with anything that did not come to get us on the initial run through. Whoever that was with all the weapons bothers me, as does the anti-magic field that seems to follow them. We could still catch them in a similar fashion, but we don't know what else they have."
He held up a hand and started counting off fingers. "We have a strange drug that seems to cause dragon-like effects. A creature dismembering gang who is putting parts from others in them, supposedly, a gang that we thought was dying off, but seems to be quite well once we prod deeper..We need more information, and i think we can get it from the same one we got it from originally. If we are being followed, we should probably go somewhere else and then possibly sneak off one or two of us to talk and see if there is more information to get. I'm hopeful word of a gang like this could get us extra help."
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(It'd take a little while to walk back to where you guys started. As of yet, you have not noted anyone tailing you guys, or even paying you an unusual amount of attention. Flour wouldn't be hard or expensive to purchase if you wanted to use it for anti-invis shenanigans.)
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"I personally doubt that they would really try anything for a while. Considering the fact that they ignore squatters and addicts, I would say they only really care about what goes on on the upper levels for now. Besides, what are the odds of us tracking down a better location for our operation?" Morvian remarks as the party descends.
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"Hmm yes I agree. They seem rather uninterested in the lower floors, I think we will do fine setting up a base of operations in one of the lower rooms. I personally would not be opposed to using the workshop area... really any room would work though. It is of course wise to watch for... observers but I doubt there will be any. Also, should we retry our luck with the other rooms? The Maws don't seem to have any activity going on that low, it should be safe to try again."
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"I would rather discuss some of what happened with Bartholomew to make sure there are no other pertinent details we may be missing first. He may be able to find us additional ways of dealing with them. I'm sure he is not wanting someone who dissects people for parts around any more than we would. Otherwise, If you are all that set for it, I will point out they are likely the sort who would happily turn us in for a profit, so we must be extra cautious about them."
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