Post by TheUdjat on Feb 19, 2008 9:03:57 GMT -5
Rebecca, Thurman-
Thurman turns over an artifact in his hands, trying to gather information about its origins.
The counter attendant seems mildly perplexed at this question, as if it is one that he has never received before. He fidgets a little, but continues to smile. “All over,” he finally declares in his thick accent. “I have family there, and they send these things – very valuable. Authentic.” He hesitates. “Is there something I can find for you?”
Rebecca takes a different tactic, a more polite approach.
This the man smiles wider at, clearly feeling more comfortable with trivial formalities. “Silas N’Kwane,” he says easily. “A pleasure to meet you, ma’am. Can I help you find anything?”
It seems you have found the man Elias was told about. But why would knowledge of this simple shopkeeper be enough to get someone killed, and make another disappear?
Everyone else-
The court continues to be conspicuously quiet while the group discusses plans for Jackson’s funeral. A wino stumbles across the way, but there is little other foot traffic. Any apparent residents that walk by the tenements move quickly, hurrying across the sidewalk and generally staying far and away from Ju-Ju House. [Spot checks.] As time wears on, Joe, Jack, and Sam become convinced that the wino across the way is casting his gaze an uncomfortable number of times in the group’s direction.
Thurman turns over an artifact in his hands, trying to gather information about its origins.
"This is beautiful; where in Kenya do you get such fine artifacts?"
The counter attendant seems mildly perplexed at this question, as if it is one that he has never received before. He fidgets a little, but continues to smile. “All over,” he finally declares in his thick accent. “I have family there, and they send these things – very valuable. Authentic.” He hesitates. “Is there something I can find for you?”
Rebecca takes a different tactic, a more polite approach.
"Your shop truly has some incredible finds," she tells the man, letting some of her natural interest in the items around her show through. "This might actually really help me with a research paper I'm doing on, uh, African artifacts...I'm Julia, by the way. What may I call you, sir?"
This the man smiles wider at, clearly feeling more comfortable with trivial formalities. “Silas N’Kwane,” he says easily. “A pleasure to meet you, ma’am. Can I help you find anything?”
It seems you have found the man Elias was told about. But why would knowledge of this simple shopkeeper be enough to get someone killed, and make another disappear?
Everyone else-
The court continues to be conspicuously quiet while the group discusses plans for Jackson’s funeral. A wino stumbles across the way, but there is little other foot traffic. Any apparent residents that walk by the tenements move quickly, hurrying across the sidewalk and generally staying far and away from Ju-Ju House. [Spot checks.] As time wears on, Joe, Jack, and Sam become convinced that the wino across the way is casting his gaze an uncomfortable number of times in the group’s direction.
