Patrollogs
(Sam's bargaining)
[Sun Jan 12 2025]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
With a smile, Sam approaches representative of The Coven, and nods some. He motions to a table, and speaks, anding over a brown envelope. "Peacekeeper Phisher, of The Hand. I believe we are due a chat, no?"
Poking her head in, Ember offers a smile to Sam as her body follows her into the room, "Sam. I probably shouldn't have bothered coming, I've never.. done this. Not entirely sure what I'm doing, and Lenny.. he's asleep.. so."
Looking up to Ember, Sam seems to be just in the finishing stages of discussing the contents of a brown envelope with representative of The Coven. He smiles, and dips his head. "In any case, at this stage, we have many shared interests." He looks over to Ember. "Mnh, didn't know The Temple does business with arcanists. But then again, Lenny does, so..." He waggles a hand. "Could use all the allies you can get, no?"
Ember keeps herself back by the door, watching, listening, learning, not exactly partaking. As Sam turns to look at her, Ember lifts a hand, "Allies are essential, whoever you are. I don't know, the alert came up. I'm sure Lenny will find cause to yell at me for even being here, later."
"I'm sure he will. It's what he excels at." Sam looks over to Ember again, leaning back in his chair, seemingly content with just chatting to Ember, occasionally giving representative of The Coven a smile. "One of his rare talents."
"He has some. Qualities, that is, good ones." Ember asserts, it's probably even clear she believes her words. She turns to smile to representative of The Coven, but it's obvious she's not partaking in any discussion with them.
"Like?" Sam looks to Ember, directly. "He can fight." A pregnant pause. "And..." He looks between Ember and representative of The Coven, leaning back in his chair.
"That he can," Ember admits, "But he does has his beliefs, his moral code. It might seem a little skewered to some on the outside, but it's there." She definitely sounds a little fainter towards the end of that claim. "He's been helpful and patient with me, too, educational. Kind, you could even say."
Scrolling through something on his phone, Sam nods slowly. "In and out of prison... fucked the bailiff, fucked the court clerk..." Sam nods to Finn. "Ah, mister Thompson, good to see you. We are discussing the..." He pauses. "Many." Sarcasm drip there. "Qualities of Mister Russo." He levels his sunglasses-shaded gaze at Ember.
Finn stalks his way into the room, his shoulders hunched and his hands tucked into his pockets, he nods to both Sam and Ember, smirking in the latters direction, whispering something to her as he passes by her to meet up with Sam who seems to be why he's here, offering the guy his knucks in greeting
Finn says "Oh, I've been hearing about those plenty"
Ember just looks a bit pale really as Sam speaks, her blinks a little too frequent as she lifts her coat behind her to push in her arms. With a look at Finn, Ember tilts her head his way, "I shouldn't have, I should have just had a coffee or something." She belts the coat at her waist, a little tighter than it needs to be, "I should probably get back to work anyway."
With a respectful bow of her head to representative of The Coven, Ember turns back to the door, still bidding Sam, "I hope you have a good day, Sam." A nod to Finn includes him in the well wishes.
Lazily, Sam does meet Finn's knuckles with his fist, and he nods to Ember. "Mnh, perhaps. Give mister Russo my kind regards? His efforts have been..." He smiles, saccharine and sarcastic. "Instrumental in The Hand's efforts to make alliances."
Finn chuckles darkly and shakes his head at the man's "instrumental in making alliances" line "Don't think you're making many alliances with that one." He tells the man before looking over to the representative and nodding his head politely. It seemed Finn was here as an intern, letting Sam handle the talking.
Sams Bargaining 250113
(Sam's bargaining)
[Sun Jan 12 2025]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
With a smile, Sam approaches representative of The Coven, and nods some. He motions to a table, and speaks, anding over a brown envelope. "Peacekeeper Phisher, of The Hand. I believe we are due a chat, no?"
Poking her head in, Ember offers a smile to Sam as her body follows her into the room, "Sam. I probably shouldn't have bothered coming, I've never.. done this. Not entirely sure what I'm doing, and Lenny.. he's asleep.. so."
Looking up to Ember, Sam seems to be just in the finishing stages of discussing the contents of a brown envelope with representative of The Coven. He smiles, and dips his head. "In any case, at this stage, we have many shared interests." He looks over to Ember. "Mnh, didn't know The Temple does business with arcanists. But then again, Lenny does, so..." He waggles a hand. "Could use all the allies you can get, no?"
Ember keeps herself back by the door, watching, listening, learning, not exactly partaking. As Sam turns to look at her, Ember lifts a hand, "Allies are essential, whoever you are. I don't know, the alert came up. I'm sure Lenny will find cause to yell at me for even being here, later."
"I'm sure he will. It's what he excels at." Sam looks over to Ember again, leaning back in his chair, seemingly content with just chatting to Ember, occasionally giving representative of The Coven a smile. "One of his rare talents."
"He has some. Qualities, that is, good ones." Ember asserts, it's probably even clear she believes her words. She turns to smile to representative of The Coven, but it's obvious she's not partaking in any discussion with them.
"Like?" Sam looks to Ember, directly. "He can fight." A pregnant pause. "And..." He looks between Ember and representative of The Coven, leaning back in his chair.
"That he can," Ember admits, "But he does has his beliefs, his moral code. It might seem a little skewered to some on the outside, but it's there." She definitely sounds a little fainter towards the end of that claim. "He's been helpful and patient with me, too, educational. Kind, you could even say."
Scrolling through something on his phone, Sam nods slowly. "In and out of prison... fucked the bailiff, fucked the court clerk..." Sam nods to Finn. "Ah, mister Thompson, good to see you. We are discussing the..." He pauses. "Many." Sarcasm drip there. "Qualities of Mister Russo." He levels his sunglasses-shaded gaze at Ember.
Finn stalks his way into the room, his shoulders hunched and his hands tucked into his pockets, he nods to both Sam and Ember, smirking in the latters direction, whispering something to her as he passes by her to meet up with Sam who seems to be why he's here, offering the guy his knucks in greeting
Finn says "Oh, I've been hearing about those plenty"
Ember just looks a bit pale really as Sam speaks, her blinks a little too frequent as she lifts her coat behind her to push in her arms. With a look at Finn, Ember tilts her head his way, "I shouldn't have, I should have just had a coffee or something." She belts the coat at her waist, a little tighter than it needs to be, "I should probably get back to work anyway."
With a respectful bow of her head to representative of The Coven, Ember turns back to the door, still bidding Sam, "I hope you have a good day, Sam." A nod to Finn includes him in the well wishes.
Lazily, Sam does meet Finn's knuckles with his fist, and he nods to Ember. "Mnh, perhaps. Give mister Russo my kind regards? His efforts have been..." He smiles, saccharine and sarcastic. "Instrumental in The Hand's efforts to make alliances."
Finn chuckles darkly and shakes his head at the man's "instrumental in making alliances" line "Don't think you're making many alliances with that one." He tells the man before looking over to the representative and nodding his head politely. It seemed Finn was here as an intern, letting Sam handle the talking.