Entry #423 - The Clumsy Haddock

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(G423 29/08/2020 via Roll20 - AP, JF(GM)) WA71

[Back to Fenrir and his friends. Remember that Fenrir is now the head of the Westgate
Watch and is also trying to go after the Nightmasks and their vampire masters]


DAY 481 (26th Kythorn)(June)

One of Fenrir's duties as Commander of the Watch and Supreme Justice of Westgate
was to attend regular council meetings.

These meetings were always sycophantic praise-fests for the glorious leader of
Westgate, the Croamarkh Dreydal Trant.
Fenrir, ever the charmer, was at ease in situations like these, perfectly at home
shmoozing and buttering up anyone that required it.

After the meetng, during the day he flew over to Spectre Island and talked to Random, who
was back from the Plane of Shadows again.
Fenrir arranged to have some 'garlic bombs' manufactured, the purchase of some mirrors
and he also tasked Veddic with casting two Hallow spells (with Aid) on his house.

Back at work, Fenrir talked to Portia, about the factions of Westgate and vampires.
She said she would start digging up information for him.
As a check Fenrir held up a mirror to her, and she was clearly reflected in it and not
disturbed in any way. He gave it to her as a gift.

He guessed that she was thinking that he was after some big win against the Night Masks
in order to impress the Croamarkh.
He asked her directly, 'what do you think about me going after the vampires?'
'I think you are going to die,' she replied bluntly.

That evening, back at home, he thought rather unrealistically of digging a ditch all the
way around the city, as he had done around his house, as the first advance against the
vampires, but then he remembered that Random had told him to go look for Whitey the Kid, so
he got Veddic and Raz roused up and out they all went for a night on the town.

Disguised (using Hats of Disguise) as sellswords it did not take them long to
find Whitey in a dockside tavern called 'The Clumsy Haddock' where he was drinking with
three of his friends.

After a couple of drinks Fenrir sidled up to him and said, 'I've a proposition for you.'
Whitey joined them at their table and Fenrir got him a drink.
'Who are you guys?' he asked.
Fenrir gave evasive answers, and Whitey grew impatient, got up and went back to his
own table.

Annoyed, Fenrir looked around the tavern. It was busy, there were at least fifty people
here, mainly young rogues and tarts, with many dressed in black, meaning that they were
either Nightmasks, or wanted to be.
Throwing out any more pretence at subtlety, he snarled at Raz;
'Throw a chair at the wee shite!'
Raz stood and picked up a chair. 'Righto!' he replied cheerfully.

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