She turns her head to look back at you and answers "Well his office, since he is Merakesh, would more than likely be in their main office down at the harbor,and as for his private residence...I would suggest going over to Merakesh Estate, just north of the civic area. "

She slips out the front door,while Marcus comes over to both of you with some papers

"Well,welcome to the guild, you two are part of a small number who have personally met the boss. Here's all the permits, you'll be needing: Magic,weapons,armor." He puts the sheets of Parchment on the table a set of 3 for both of you "When you're done with what the boss lady wants, there's a notice board down stairs with job offers, and I'll or maybe even the boss will come to you directly with jobs. You'll get 75% of the pay off from those,while 25% goes to the guild, any jobs you take off the notice board will be on your own to figure out your cut, but the guild stills gets 25% of whatever the over all take is."

Very good, thank you.

Lomendil takes a few moments to look over what permits are included and carefully notes everything that he is authorized to use. He then takes a more careful look to figure out how difficult it would be for him to add more as needed. At that point he starts down the stairs and says over his shoulder, Let me look at the board for a few minutes then lets head out.

As he headed downstairs he messaged Norston:

Also, do you want to practice at all?

He hoped he wasn't being too annoying but if so, hopefully Norston would improve enough to tell him so.

You mean with this? Norston tries to send back after shaking hands with Marcus and looking at the third permit wondering what he'll ever do with it besides practice this skill that Lomendil has. Why not? Come handy on the job.

Before leaving Marcus he says, "'Bout time I had a way to use my stashed gear freely," And he certainly did not mean stupidly. He is more interested in what carrying practices he can take up now, including finally not having to dig through his pack for his hammer each time.

Just like that.

Lomendil had to work a little to understand what "Hand on Job" meant but at this rate, things wouldn't be garbled at all soon. The question was, what all gear he would need for breaking into the house...probably not the food or water...now he was going to have to do some weight budgeting.

"Marcus, you wouldn't happen to know a tanner and armorer? And I mean someone who can do the two jobs," Norston said thinking of the type of armor he usually wore. It wasn't exactly the best for, quiet jobs, but for less than quiet one that didn't matter. He waited for an answer while he tucked away his new permits somewhere safe. "Price matters,"

"Aye, go to MI, second floor ask for Jacobs and tell him you need some supplies, don't worry about the price."

"MI, second floor, Jacobs, got it. Except where MI is," Norston said. Also wondering how long this last for. Can you still hear me? He thought trying to contact Lomendil. It wasn't as if he knew the rules of how this worked besides what the elf informed him already.

Lomendil spotted Norston looking at him and concentrating so he suspected he was trying to send but he could hear nothing. He then sent a quick message:

I think it only works if you reply within a few seconds after I send.

Perhaps, I should see if there is any gear there which I needed. Do you know if they have tools for altering and copying writing? I suspect that might be of use at some point.

"Same, just head over to Moonflower International in the trade district, now if you'll excuse i have my own things to go attend to." Marcus leaves them heading out the door.

"Moonflower International," Norston says feeling slightly the fool for not getting it earlier. "Ready to get to go?"

I am ready, so let us begin.

As they crossed town, Lomendil took two detours and came back with a backpack and some odds and ends in it. Once he hesitated but kept walking, apparently he didn't need whatever was there.

"Stuff squirreled away in several stashes?" Norston smiled, "Never a bad idea if you ask me. Actually did the same, except for one item," Stopping in a back alley Nortson pulled from the pack on his back a war hammer, the handle carved in Dwarven ruinic writting and the head square that tapered back into a spike.

"My uncle's creation. Snagged it before joining the group I used to run with," He opened a loop on his belt and slipped it through. "Nice to not have to hide it anymore,"

I agree, but remember, when doing anything less than ideal, we should do our best not to get our employer blamed, even if it means not using them.

Henleber appeared to be standing straight better now but glanced around him a bit as if unused to not being stopped while carrying things. It was also apparent that even the relatively light pack he slung onto his shoulder's was nearly as much as he could carry.

I'm glad I had something before meeting the boss or else these smells would be driving me mad! And that pie still smells heavenly... Norston thought as he grunted and shook his head. After this purchase his purse would indeed be just a little bit lighter and if he wasn't careful he'd have to tighten the belt as the humans say.

He made his way into the building, feeling the boards bend beneath his weight as he made it up the stairs. Turning to the first soul he could see he asks, "Could you point me to Jacobs?"

Lomendil silently followed behind Norston as he eyed the area he was heading through and starting silently pondering:

I never realized just how much bustle happened at this time. I am almost never outside now anyway, but that is a lot of people coming to work, it would be easy for someone to use this bustle to conceal his presence.

He followed Norston up the stairs once they got to MI barely depressing the boards at all. As Norston addressed the passerby, Lomendil looked around to see what kind of business was taking place as well as where the doors were and who appeared to be using them.

Perception: 21

As you walk up stairs from the main door, no one really stands. You see folks browsing the aisles,putting things in baskets and ask works for the location of things. A few folks are over in what is the clothing area. Directly across form the stairs is a door marked private,employees only. It looks to be the only door on the 2nd floor. The person Norston ask the question answers with a pleasant and cherry voice "He's over at the gift counter,it's just pass the men's clothing." [she points over to the right side of the store, to a sign that says Gift ordering and wrapping. The sign is attached to the wall, you can't see the counter itself from your location.[/i]

Lomendil quietly heads over past the gift wrapping counter. He was growing uncomfortable with this many people around and decided that he really wanted out of here soon.

A half orc steps in front of Lomendil and says"Sorry sir,but only staff are allowed behind this counter."

"Jacobs?" Norston asks the orcish man as he catches up with Lomendil. "First time here and don't know our way around here yet," He is itching to get his gear, but this here would not help the job if played wrong.