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Post by Kristofor on May 23, 2021 7:04:13 GMT -6
The gannet chatters with laughter before taking another drink. It burns all the way down. The specialty of the day explodes, but for weenies or those intolerant of anything short of a cannon blast, there is a good drink. The Murky Swampbender. Someone asked once on what a swampbender is, only to get a murky cleaning cloth in the face. Its disgusting, yes. But perfect for seabirds. {Yes, I did happen to see the request. I followed a lead off that raccoon to see if someone could help, but it was nothing but a mutt fox and his baby hound.} they grumble into their tankard. Pels knew on who the gannet spoke of, it was the fox in the paper? Yes, he did read the City Times, there was only one other fox on the papers, and he rarely took a photo. The funny part being that black and white printing worked perfectly. 15
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Post by Kristofor on May 23, 2021 7:19:32 GMT -6
{Surely, you are not here to complain, because I can, -hic- and will, outcomplain you.} Regardless of their subspecies, avian tend to gossip to other avian, no matter what kind of bird. There aren't "that" many avian in the city, as its mostly inhabited by mammalfolk, oops, uh, humans, ersatz and the like. Humanlike mostly. So gossip travels as the crow flies. Fast. {Is your captain laying on the job?} The pale white and yellow seabird clicks their slightly serrated beak in annoyance. The portly pelican wasn't an idiot. But on the way to being drunk. {The captain, I'm sure you're aware harbormaster, is not a chicken.} The pelican's laugh is boisterous and big-bellied. {Clearly. But I hope he doesn't expect me to work faster then your crew and their connections for tracking down the source of the thefts.} Clearly faster then a noncommital fox and his dog, but thats beside the point. 16
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Post by Kristofor on May 23, 2021 7:24:50 GMT -6
Boss Pels doesn't trust the raccoon, but the information she sells is pretty genuine. The information shipping business is not profitable, but does keep information from inner and outer city moving. Nor does he trust Gannet's captain. The great black seabird of note being one mean customer who clearly doesn't operate by city rules. So the fact that the raccoon went to some random fox in the city to get help is a surprise to his ears. But the pelican isn't sober enough to make a deal of it. So what. {He asked you, so I wouldn't ignore the request.} the gannet says over their tankard, exhaling a foul murky cloud. Murky Swampbender indeed. The cloud disipates over the harbormaster's face. Thankfully working down on the docks means your used to foul scents. Or also too drunk to care. {It would be such a shame to lose a favored drinking buddy.} The gannet's words are totally not a threat. 17
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Post by Kristofor on May 23, 2021 7:29:20 GMT -6
{Bah, go back to your floating nest, yo're drunk.} the harbormaster waves off the not-a-pirate's warning, taking a deep swig of his Tilapia. {Someone will find the books, the thief, and manage them without me having to lift a single feather about it.} Well, don't we sound confident. The hooked tip of the gannet's beak catches the edge of their tankard as they drink more. {Go tell-hic-your cap'n that. No shoo.} he waves a thick feathered wing at them. {I did warn you. Don't recall later that I did not.} the gannet gets up, pays for their drink with a few coppers at the bar to the kobolds and leaves the harbormaster to his drunkenness. The fox and the hound are not stupid. Moreso, the fox is way too cautious to get into trouble with some sort of thief down at the docks, no matter what sort of pay is offered. He rather just stay where it was safer. 18
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Post by Kristofor on May 23, 2021 7:33:59 GMT -6
CITY MOB TRACKS THIEF, DOCKS IN DISARRAY The local paper splashes a screen of a variety of humans and hybrids and animals trooping down the docks, hunting this thief of books and goods. The fox shakes his morning paper open, a slice of toast bobbing in his mouth. The noisy clattering of several bowls of animals eating their morning kibbles or in Dawson's case, homemade hound food, echos around the small apartment. Dawson's taking it upon himself ot at least figure out how to coax the puppies outside to do business. On request with his landlord, the back door down to the fenced in garden is fitted with a dog door that's big enough to take a grown houlou. 'Glad I chose not to take this.' Kristofor muses to himself as he reads the paper. Mostly the pictures, but he could get a good portion of the Common scripted ragsheet called a newspaper. 19
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Post by Kristofor on May 23, 2021 7:37:53 GMT -6
A week later, the headline THIEF CAUGHT, GHOST SHIP SUNK BY HARBOR PLIATHOR caught Kristofor's eye. He tries to make a simple routine of keeping up with the news in the city, of reading their newspaper similar to his father and his uncle, but more to know what went on. He makes a note of the upcoming non-dog contest. Rules were that once you won a dog contest, you couldn't enter another, but there were other types of contest available for the doing. Beauty huh. He glanced in the direction of rapidfire chewing of wood. Woof. Dawson bumps him against his sitting legs. Bored. Play today? He backs up a few paces, wiggling his rear in anticipation. Play today? Why not, he'd humor the animal. The park would be an excellent place to run off some energy, or down by the river. They could take the puppies along too. And there wasn't a thief to worry about anymore, right? 20 +4 -fin
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Post by NPC on Aug 1, 2021 19:06:18 GMT -6
Congratulations, you've successfully completed the quest! Your QP will be added to your bank and your prizes will be sent out shortly.
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