It is early still but the pub is packed. Just outside the bar and a short raggedly clothed person rudely grabs Phae’s shoulder and pulls her towards him. “You, you are from House Sargon? I have something to give you.” His voice is hoarse, his words spoken brokenly and through a heavy breath.
A glint of steel catches Phae’s eye she screams and just then Franky leaps onto the short mans face. Obscenities fly as the short man stabs wildly at the toad who immediately jumps away to safety. Phae quickly backs away, but a crowd has already gathered.
Phae: “What is it that you have for me? Please leave Franky alone, sir. He is simply trying to protect me.” Phae calls on Desna for help and summons her riding dog just in case
Calro quickly pulls up his hood so he cannot be identified and hastily walks over to Phae and whispers to her.
Calro: “Let’s not start a fight, It could cause us problems.”
DM: Upon arrival Phae’s riding dog barks menacingly at the surrounding crowd. A quick glance around, the ragged figure is nowhere to be seen. Phae’s dog growls, her gaze no fixed upon any target. Several drunkards shout jeers and obscenities, shouting for someone to put the dog down. No one is making a move just yet, but a lewd guilder yells at the dog to shut up.