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xxxxxTamerlinxxxxx
The trip to the island had been... interesting, to say the least. He had decided to take a boat with Kylar to the monastery, and with both of them being the taciturn men they were, it was quite the quiet journey. There was also the fact that Tam was not all that familiar with Kylar as it was -- and in fact was perhaps not very well-acquainted with any of the Cult, save for Quinn and Sothal -- and that only added to the pregnant silence towards the monastery.
Upon arrival, however, Tam immediately hopped to, helping to stow away their acquisition into the monastery. He knew that their mercy was perhaps begrudging and a little less than cheerful, and thus he wanted to ensure that they got the most out of this investment as possible. He would treat the man the way he did any of his potential marks, though he had no doubt that his... methods might cause some confusion from his other teammates, besides perhaps Quinn, if he chose to partake. He would need help, of course -- he was an idealist, not an idiot, and he knew better than to hang around a Tainted without help -- but he had high hopes that he would get the information he sought. He did have to admit that he was glad that Sothal made it clear someone was to stay behind with him. Tamerlin hated to be a bother, and would prefer someone else did the bothering, and seeing as Sothal had the weight of years and de facto authority behind him, he was the perfect candidate.
However, he hadn't been aware that the masquerade would be a group project... He grit his teeth in a grimace as he realized that he'd have to try and find good attire that was in his size. Often, for projects like these, he was a servant or someone rather innocuous. Once, he'd gone as a double flute player with a friend he'd paid off, and he'd mimed playing them the entire night long. To this day he could barely stand the noise, nasal instruments. Hopefully one of their acquisitions friends could help find something in his size.
Immediately, he pointed to Kylar.
"If you don't mind, I'd like you to help me with some things," Tamerlin stated softly, his voice muffled by the sound of waves. "We'll be going to the larder. I'll explain when we're down there."
Momentarily he smiled at the rest in company and stated, "If anyone else wishes to help, we'll be in the kitchens."
With that, he walked out of the main hall into a darker corridor to the side. He'd done a few things here and there in the monastery to try and keep the place in better shape. The ceilings, at least, no longer leaked buckets (only teacupfuls) and the hearths had been completely cleaned out. There were no doors on any of the hinges, but the vines and brush had been cleared out of the place. The walls were stone, the ceilings wood-and-pitch, and the rooms were small, mean, and stingy of space. However, the kitchen and larder were quite expansive in comparison. Tamerlin had brought several stores of food there just a few months before. He tried to keep the place stocked, as it was arguably the safest place any of the Thieves could hope to run off to, should things really fall down the gutter. Off to itself and shielded by mist and waves, it was not an easy place to get to, and knowledge of its existence was sparse. Had Tam not been boating on afternoon on a whim, he wouldn't have found it himself.
In the kitchens, he quickly lit a few candles and set them on the large table in the middle. He waited for Kylar to arrive, seeing as it would be easier to have two sets of hands to move some of the larger hocks out of the way. There was enough food to last out three Windfeld winters in that larder....
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