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You shake your head in disappointment. “Now why on Earth should we go through all the trouble of smuggling you back into the city when you keep fucking up like this? No, I think it's come time to cut our losses.”

He falls very silent, apparently in shock. When he finally does find his voice he sounds incredulous. “Cut your losses? Do you know who I fucking am? I'm Ajit the Naga! The fucking Naga! You don't just cut ties with me, asshole. I'm the one who cuts ties with you. So why don't you go back to that fucking shithole you call a temple and tell Hassan that Ajit is his own fucking man now and I'm taking all the business in the Market with me!”

You stare at him in silence, hoping he'll say more. Luckily your bet payed off. “Yeah, that's right. I know about the temple. That fucking village north of the city, on the edge of the canyon. One of you fuckers had me dragged out there for a meeting. So run off back to your hole in the ground and tell that old bastard Hassan to fuck himself.”

So that's what that military-esque compound you saw on the way to the temple was. Some sort of compound for these Vidyashi, whoever they are. Some sort of criminal organization clearly. “I'm afraid that's not how this is going to go, Ajit. Only one of us is going to be leaving this building.”

There's a tense moment where you're both just staring at one another, and then he jerks his arm up like he plans on throwing his dagger. It's at that moment that you trigger the paralysis spell, leaving him frozen with his arm in the air and the dagger clutched in his hand.

(1/2)

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Standing calmly, you cross the room and pry the dagger from his fingers. His eyes track you the entire time but he's helpless to do anything but watch. You come to stand in front of him, his dagger in your hand. You inspect the blade passively while considering just what it is you want to do with this rotten bastard. You could turn him in to the guard, but you don't really know the extent of these Vidyashi's influence. They might be able to get him out. Alternatively, you could cut his throat with his own blade. That would seem fitting punishment.

You briefly consider dragging him back to your estate and performing a vivisection, but find the thought distasteful. Certainly it's a procedure which has been performed in the post both for meditative and medical purposes. However, it's typically practiced on willing and paid participants if it's practiced at all. It's considered a little crude by the Vatis community at large.

You could stab him in the gut and leave him to bleed to death. It would be a slow and agonizing death. Perhaps a bit excessive, but he's proven to be the scum of the Earth. You could also feed him to Ricky, though you're not sure if you want Ricky to get a taste for Samjan. He already bugs you to get him live animals to consume.

As for the blade, it's a fine weapon. There are two deep purple gems embedded in the grip, one in the guard and one in the pommel. Where the blade meets the guard the metal seems to part and twist together, almost like something organic. It has but a single cutting edge, a familiar passage scrawled along the side of the blade. “May the Most Divine Surya punish those who speak out”. It's a common phrase in the military and criminal organizations alike, apparently. No clue what it does, but it's obviously enchanted.

>Cut his throat, be done with it.
>Deliver him to the guard.
>Feeding time.
>Gut wound.
>Write-in

>>37833426
>>Cut his throat, be done with it.

>>37833426
>Feeding time.

>>37833426
>Cut his throat, be done with it.

>>37833426
Hand him over to the guards, but first strip his guards of anything easy to grab.

>>37833426
>Cut his throat, be done with it.

>>37833426
>>Cut his throat, be done with it.
Quick and simple so we can be on our way.

>>37833426
>Cut his throat, be done with it.

>>37833426
Cut his throat

>>37833426
>Cut his throat, be done with it.

>>37833426
>Cut his throat, be done with it.

>>37833426
>Cut his throat, be done with it.
can we loot his room?

>>37833426
>Deliver him to the guard.

>>37833426
Im kind of wondering what this obviously Magical Dagger is going to do when you cut someone with it, So I'd say, Use our own dagger, and test this one out some other time.
This is pretty obvious Soma bait guys.

>>37833426
>Feeding time.
I thought you are supposed to be sleeping now?

>>37833516
Anon, time zones.

>>37833509
you make a good point
use our own dagger and test his later

>>37833476
>>37833475
>>37833471
>>37833469
>>37833457
>>37833453
>>37833481
>>37833483
>>37833501
>Behead those who insult Pani.

>>37833455
>>37833516
>Eat those who insult Pani.

>>37833504
>>37833461
>Imprison those who insult Pani.

>>37833516
Fuck, I didn't realize how much time had passed. It's 1:30...

Well, I want to resolve this little girl plotline. It shouldn't take much longer.

>>37833522
he said he only had 2 hours, 2 hours ago.

>>37833530
>It shouldn't take much longer.

We'll be here all day..

>>37833530
Will you run today?

>>37833554
Wednesday? Nah. Next thread Thursday.

>>37833537
Which was quickly amended saying he could run late

>>37833426
>, but find the thought distasteful. Certainly it's a procedure which has been performed in the post both for meditative and medical purposes. However, it's typically practiced on willing and paid participants if it's practiced at all. It's considered a little crude by the Vatis community at large.
Will you look at that, i wonder where we can get willing applicants, maybe the slums is a good place.

>>37833561
Look at what he just posted.
>>37833530

>>37833571
Rasim!

>>37833588
Speaking of which, we now have a good reason to visit our master.
Since we need to talk about these rogue vatis.

>>37833571
considering our haggle skills, and our wealth, we could go to the noble district and find someone to do it.
I wonder if rich people organs are different from poor people organs

>>37833615
You mean "ask by brooch" right? Right.

>>37833628
we can heal the damage the poor have, hell our master has a weakly walk through the slums healing hundreds/thousands of people.

>>37833628
Oh most definitely. Just look at these filthy, disgusting people, do you truly believe that beneath it all they are just the same as us? And don't get me started on the elves.

>>37833648
I'm honestly 100% all the vatis are secretly preparing for a revolution.
Also ive gotten the same fucking coffee captcha like 5 times in a row now

>>37833571
If Mik finds the thought distasteful then he doesn't want to do it. And I have no interest in performing a vivisection either

>>37833704
He finds doing it on unwilling people distasteful

You press the point of the blade into his throat and drag it smoothly across his neck. You take a few steps away as blood spills from the wound, rapidly staining that tattered brown cloak of his red. Even after you're relatively certain the man's died, he still stands there with one arm raised in the air, clutching a nonexistent dagger. It's like some sort of perverse monument, in a way.

You clean off his dagger on a portion of his cloak that isn't soaked in blood and then tuck it into your own cloak. Curious that it didn't seem to do anything. Maybe it lacks charge, or something of that nature? Regardless you make your way over to the desk at the end of the room, searching the drawers until you find what you're looking for, a fat pouch of coin. You take a few minutes to count it out, finding it totaled two hundred and thirteen gold.
>New Wealth: 9595 Silver; Extremely wealthy. Nothing is beyond your price range.

You tuck the coin into your cloak and stride nonchalantly out of the room. You find that the two guards you paralyzed are still right where you left them. You don't even bother trying to sneak past the five people at the bar, merely stride past without a care in the world. You hear a woman's voice call out to you, but by the time she reaches the door you've already been subsumed by the black of the alleyway, your cloak shifting into a ethereal collection of shadows.

You drop the illusion that's been keeping your face obscured as you approach the main thoroughfares of the market district, and as you emerge into the streets you whip off your cloak and drape it over one arm. Only moments later a burly man in trousers and a linen shirt burst out of the alley you exited only moments before, casting a wild-eyed look over the crowd before shoving his way into a crowd of shoppers on the way to the main plaza.

(1/2)

You ensure that there's no blood on your hands or your clothing, then duck into the confectionery next to the alley entrance. You spot the little girl sitting at a small metal table next to a window. She has melted bastani all over her face and the last remants of the frozen cream desert sitting at the bottom of a glass bowl in front of her.

>Break the news to her bluntly.
>Break the news to her gently.
>Just ask her where her father lives.
>Write-in

>>37833788
>moments later [...] moments before
FFFU-

>>37833802
>>Break the news to her gently.
Dunno if I could do this IRL

>>37833802
>Just ask her where her father lives.

>>37833802
>Just ask her where her father lives.

>>37833802
>Just ask her where her father lives.
He should be the one to break it to her

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>>37833802
>desert
I need to read my shit before I post it.

>>37833802
>Just ask her where her father lives.

>>37833802
>Ask her where her father lives
and begin gently explaining things on the way

>>37833802
>Just ask her where her father lives.

>>37833802
Can we use magic to clean her fucking face? Can't be walking around with that shit on her face.
Also really a glass bowl? for two silver? The glass is probably worth more than two silver

>>37833826
>>37833821
>>37833813
>>37833812
>>37833835
>>37833842
>Where her father lives.

>>37833811
>Break the news, gently.

>>37833845
It's not like you keep the glass bowls. You don't go into a restaurant and walk out with the plate you ate on.

>>37833802
>Just ask her where her father lives.
We can't just tell her that her mother is dead, we need to tell her father first.

>>37833802
>>Just ask her where her father lives.

>>37833857
But I mean, shes like 6 or some shit, what if she drops that shit

>>37833857
i may not take the plate, but i take the complementary small ceramic pot they give you you meatballs in.

>>37833885
Nigga, we live in a desert where half of the population can breathe magical fire out of their assholes. I dont think glass is all that expensive here.

>>37833885
Same goes for a restaurant

>>37833900
Where the fuck do you eat?

>>37833900
ARE THOSE REALLY COMPLIMENTARY?

>>37833908
Now, paper plates? Thats a real luxury. Who the hell pulps something as valuable as a tree to make a plate you can only use once?

>>37833917
No they are not, dat fools a thife.

>>37833946
This, I think glass actually would be the cheapest material

>>37833992
I mean, they still obviously wouldnt just give it tio you, but i doubt letting a kid eat off of it is a big deal

>>37833946
People very good at economies of scale.

>>37833946
Nature vatis.

>>37834053
With a Vys to Money ratio like that they're better of going Create Gold as an Earth Vatis.

Or growing medicinal herbs.

You sit down across from her at the table, using a simple spell to condense water from the air and wash the bastani off her face. She giggles, trying to wipe the water off her face with her sleeve but failing utterly in doing so. The wonders of being able to control water with magic.

“Your mother can't join us right now, her meeting is going to last longer than she'd thought,” Gods above this is hard to say. You can feel your throat twisting itself into a knot but force yourself to continue on. “, but she told me that I ought to go ahead and take you back to your house. Where do you live?”

She swallows her last bite of bastani, pushing the bowl away. “I live next to the Shah's house. My papa says he works for the Shah, but he won't tell me what he does. My Momma says that Papa is really important, but I don't think I believe her. Papa doesn't seem all that important. He's not magic and he can't even fight good. My brother always beats him when they wrestle.”

You're not really sure what to make of that, if you're being honest. Maybe if you knew what noble house she belonged to you'd have a better idea of where their estate was. “What's your name?”

She clears her throat, sitting up straighter. You get the impression that she's rehearsed this. “Mirza Nisha El-Hashem, daughter of great Emir Yasin.” She slouches in her chair, overly pleased with herself. “My Momma makes me say that all the time because she says that it's important to understand how to introduce yourself to nobles. I don't really get why it's so important. It seems silly to me.”

(1/2)

Gods above, Emir Yasin is a man not to be fucked with. He's been the Vizier for the last three Shahs and his family escaped the destruction of Hiacia alongside the founders of the Shahdom of El-Amin. Save your own family, they represent one of the most distinguished families in the entire Shahdom.

At least it will make finding her house easy. Emir Yasin lives in a massive estate directly adjacent to the Royal Palace. You've heard there are actually secret tunnels connecting the El-Hashem estate to the palace itself but you've yet to see any proof of this.

You didn't know Emir Yasin fancied whores. You'd thought he already had four wives, but he must have only had three if he fairly recently married another woman. Why would the wife of Emir Yasin need to collect on a debt owed to her by a relatively unimportant pimp? One would think that she would be literally swimming in money.

Regardless, it's not important. You need to get this girl home to her father. “Well, I think I know where your father lives then. Are you ready to go?”

She nods, and you stand up. As you make your way out of the store she grabs onto your hand, skipping along next to you as you make your way once more into the market district. You're starting to vaguely regret giving that thug such a quick death, it's increasingle clear that he deserved worse.

>Buy a goat on the way, may as well.
>Are you kidding? You can't just show up at Emir Yasin's estate with a goat and his daughter in tow.
>Write-in

>>37834288
>>Are you kidding? You can't just show up at Emir Yasin's estate with a goat and his daughter in tow.

We can get one on the way back

>>37834288
>>Are you kidding? You can't just show up at Emir Yasin's estate with a goat and his daughter in tow.
I really wanted to get that goat, I'm just going to put that out there.

>>37834288
>>Are you kidding? You can't just show up at Emir Yasin's estate with a goat and his daughter in tow.
ww're delivering the news of one of his wives death. taking a goat there is just fucking tactless

>>37834288
>>Are you kidding? You can't just show up at Emir Yasin's estate with a goat and his daughter in tow.
.......so

How are we going to introduce ourself?

Or should we just drop her at the front gate?

>>37834288
>Buy a goat on the way, may as well.

>>37834310
Mik never has had tact.

Still voting not to get one yet.

Though that would be beyond funny.

>>37834288
>Are you kidding? You can't just show up at Emir Yasin's estate with a goat and his daughter in tow.

>>37834288
>Are you kidding? You can't just show up at Emir Yasin's estate with a goat and his daughter in tow.|

Yeah no, hell no. We're already going to be under scrutiny upon arrival, fuck that, fuck thaaat.

>>37834332
it would be, but i think mik is willing to make an exception in this case

>>37834288
>Buy a goat on the way, may as well.
Get the seller to deliver the goat to our estate.

>No goat, yet.
Writin'

>>37834288
>>Buy a goat on the way, may as well.

>>37834288
>this two bit fucking pimp killed the wife of one of the most powerful men in the world
JESUS H CHRIST MAN

>>37834431
To be fair, do you really expect that kind of guy to marry a whore?

>>37834442
bro, it means it was real love.

either that, or she was the supremest of supreme lay.

i would like to think the former than the latter, as it makes me sound more like a normal, well adjusted member of society, even though it was obviously the latter

>>37834442
>>37834431
What I want to know is, is that his kid?

>>37834474
How does a nigga fall in love with a whore? Like no for real, when the fuck did he have time for that shit? According to the pimp, she had like 100 customers a fucking week, thats a lot of time spent fucking and not a lot left to fall in love with a high up ass noble.

>>37834510

Dude, a hooker whose got 100+ customers a week is pretty good at getting men attached.

>>37834519
That ain't love though nigga, thats "God damn the pussy game is real"

>>37834510
>>37834519

You could say she had him...hooked.

>>37834526
>thinking hookers only do sex
>ishiggydiggy
There's something else i should have inserted there but i forgot. i'm tired.

>>37834526

Yeah, and her pussy game ridiculous.

No shit it ain't love. Good pussy can make a man stupid. Motherfucker may be rich, but he's a man and sometimes a man don't think straight after busting a nut.

You find yourself walking a little straighter, your shoulders held back. As horrible as it might be to think of this situation as an opportunity, that's what it is. An opportunity brought on by unfortunate circumstance. You and Nisha make good time through the market district, largely ignoring the cries of the merchants and the allure of market stalls. You emerge into the Noble District, which starts just on the other side of the market. The streets here are wide and clean, the usual smells of the city replaced by the subtle tones of burning incense.

You actually end up passing your family home, or the street on which your family home lies, on your way to the Palace. Despite technically being of the same rank as Emir Yasin, your family has never held quite as much clout. You were viewed predominantly as merchants and bankers, despite a long history of great admirals and powerful vatis. The El-Hashem family, by contrast, has always been a family of diplomats and rulers. They were Satraps before they were Emirs, where as your family were slaves. The fact they own vast tracts of land all across Pidjata while your own family have never possessed more than relatively minor holdings outside of the city may have something to do with it as well.

Eventually you arrive before the palatial estate of Emir Yasin. Two guards stand on either side of the great steel gates that bar entry to all but the highest echelons of nobility. They wield massive axes almost as large as they are tall, decorated with gold filigree. You're forced to wonder if they can even lift the things, or If they're purely for show.

(1/2)

You approach the guards, clearing your throat to get their attention. They turn their eyes on you silently, and you come to realize you hadn't actually thought about how you were going to introduce yourself.

>Mirza Mikhael Abdul-Hakim, son of the great Emir Sankar
>Just tell them you found the Emir's daughter wandering the markets. Announce you have news for the Emir.
>You got her home, what do you even need to introduce yourself for? He'll figure out his wife is dead on his own.
>Write-in

>>37834632
>>Just tell them you found the Emir's daughter wandering the markets. Announce you have news for the Emir.

>>37834632
>>Just tell them you found the Emir's daughter wandering the markets. Announce you have news for the Emir.

>>37834632
>Just tell them you found the Emir's daughter wandering the markets. Announce you have news for the Emir.
Keep that shit on the down low.

>>37834632
>Just tell them you found the Emir's daughter wandering the markets. Announce you have news for the Emir.
we really can't take two steps without stumbling into some kind of plot

>>37834632
>Mirza Mikhael Abdul-Hakim, son of the great Emir Sankar
He works for the shah, so there shouldn't be any actual danger, also we have the fucking papers so theres that too.

>>37834632
>Just tell them you found the Emir's daughter wandering the markets. Announce you have news for the Emir.

>>37834650
>>37834646
>>37834642
>>37834639
>>37834638
>I just found this stray loli, is it yours?

>>37834648
>Bitch I'm important too.

>>37834632
>>Mirza Mikhael Abdul-Hakim, son of the great Emir Sankar
Man we got the papers.
Lets make use of this noble opportunity

JEW AS YOU HAVE NEVER JEWD

>>37834648
Yeah, HE does. If need be we can properly introduce ourselves to HIM, not his guards, we have no reason to think that they're going to keep anything about us secret.

>>37834632
>Just tell them you found the Emir's daughter wandering the markets. Announce you have news for the Emir.
I don't mind telling the Emir who we are though.

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>>37834625
Shit, forgot my picture earlier.

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Warmly waiting

>>37834686
>>Just tell them you found the Emir's daughter wandering the markets. Announce you have news for the Emir.

I agree, we should inform him of our pending un-banishment along with our identity.

>>37834813

Ah, with notice that he should keep it all on the DL, or the Padishah will be most displeased.

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You gesture to Nisha next to you. “The Emir's daughter, in case you're blind. I found her wandering the Market District earlier. I also have some news for the Emir it would be best for him to hear in private.”

One of the guards lifts his mask, peering at Nisha for a moment before muttering something about eye holes and tugging on a silk rope next to the gate. The gates swing open and the other guard, who hadn't tugged the rope, hefts up that massive axe of his and begins to lead you and Nisha further into the estate.

You find yourself wandering through a vast garden, mostly consisting of native plants with only a handful of imported plants. The focal point of the courtyard seems to be a massive, twisted tree. It almost seems to be a collection of smaller trees fused together. The trunk alone is wide enough that five men standing shoulder to shoulder would still be slightly less than its width. The branches splay out elegantly, vines hanging down from each with dainty leaves providing the only hint of foliage besides.

You pass through a arched doorway, the doors already flung open when you arrive, and into a long hallway. You navigate a maze of twist and turns, seemingly without any sense to them at all. There are almost no doors in the entire estate, the most privacy being offered by thick silken curtains hanging within many of the arched doorways. However, when finally the guard stops and steps aside, you find yourself faced by a set of wooden double doors not dissimilar to the doors leading into your own father's study.

(1/2)

Wow, I'm actually on time for BQ.
I've been lurking since thread 1, and I gotta say you do a magnificent job, Soma. Great worldbuilding and interesting characters.

The guard pushes the door open, and you step inside. The man that stands to greet you is not what you expected. Clean shaven, and fairly youthful in appearance. He has long white hair which hangs past his shoulders, braided in several places. He dresses in somber colors, blacks and golds mostly with a few odd touches of silver. Not nearly as ostentatious as you would expect of the Shah's Vizier.

He wears an amulet around his neck with some sort of polished metal ball set in its center. It exudes a strong magical presence, far stronger than the presence exuded by that dagger you retrieved from the thug. Before either you or the Emir can say a word, Nisha cries out, “Papa!” and runs across the well-appointed study to leap into her father's embrace.

Emir Yasin replies in kind, “Nisha! I thought you were shopping with your mother.” He picks her up and spins her around, setting her down gently. She hasn't stopped grinning since you entered the room. “Is everything okay? I'm told this man-” He pauses, gesturing towards you. “-Found you wandering the markets by yourself.”

Nisha nods her head vigorously. “I'm fine! He's really nice. Momma went to talk to a friend in an alley and I told him and he went and looked for her. Momma is gonna be having her meeting for a little longer but she said that I should come home so he brought me back!”

Anger flashes briefly across the Emir's face, followed quickly be confusion, and ultimately by curiosity. He doesn't quite seem to know what to make of it. “Thank you, Nisha. Why don't you go play with your sisters? I think I need to reward your friend for returning you safe and sound.”

(2/3)

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She hugs her father tightly, and he gives her a brief kiss on the forehead before gently pushing her off on her way. She skips past you, the Emir watching her go. As the door slams shut behind her, the Emir looks to you with a vague sense of unease. “She'd sworn up and down that she'd given that life up. Tell me it's not the way it sounds.”

>Worse, actually. She's dead.
>Try to break the news gently.
>Write-in

>>37834939
You're actually just catching it as I'm about to end things.

>>37834950
>>Try to break the news gently.

>>37834950
>>Try to break the news gently.

>>37834950
>Try to break the news gently.

>>37834950
>Try to break the news gently.

>>37834950
>>Try to break the news gently.
And let him know we got vengeance.

>>37834950
>>Try to break the news gently.
And tell him you took care of the guy who did it, maybe mention his Student friends?

Rolled 9, 7, 9 + 2 = 27 (3d10 + 2)

>>37834950
>Try to break the news gently.
>Write-in
Let him know the guy's dead, and the info we got outta him.

>>37834950
>Try to break the news gently.

>>37834950
>>Try to break the news gently.
Thats the way it is, guy.

Mention the other names the thug dropped.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Banished%20Quest
Archive here! Next thread the next day that starts with T!
Time to get four hours of sleep, fuck yeah.

>>37834950

>Try to break the news gently.

It is hard to be the bearer of bad news when such joy has just left the room. She has joined Pani's loving embrace. The man responsible has been killed, this is the dagger that he used that was ultimately used on him. I had no knowledge of her... connections until I spoke with your daughter after the incident.

Give him the details of the house that it occurred in, along with all the information that you gleaned from your interrogation with him.

Also provide your name, state that you are an unbanished Aghtaki if he recognizes your name as one that was being banished, provide the paperwork if necessary.

I would say give him the 100 gold, blood money carries with it a curse that haunts those that have taken it, though i do not know if he would accept such a thing or if it is in Mikhaels character to give money away freely.

>>37834950
>Try to break the news gently.

Don't bullshit him but don't be overly blunt either. Maybe say she was trying to tie up lose ends from what we understand, things got heated and she sadly lost her life.

>>37834999
We dont like writeins that aren't for haggling.

They're usually utter shit.

>>37834996
>Next thread the next day that starts with T!
You mean 'Today' Soma?

Aw baby infinate Banished quest !

I think I'd still rather have an adopted loli imouto than a favor owed to us by one of the most powerful people in the world.

>>37835021
I'd rather not kidnap a powerful nobles daughter against her will

>>37835021
While I am about that, our party is too big as it is.

>>37835021
we'll just steal the girl after we get our reward

>>37835021
I was hoping she'd become our apprentice or something

>>37835021
We could go to the orphanage, we're a rich fucker with a generous streak and a giant ass mansion, we could afford to adopt some kids. It would also look good when kadir reveals he unbanished us.

>>37835043
>>37835037
>>37835031
>>37835021
No.

>>37835060
Why not faggot?

>>37835021
>Not using this opportunity to arrange marriage with our son

Come on man, do you even politics?

>>37835078
But anon that wont work, they are too high up on the noble chain.

>>37835078
...you mean the dragon?

No mater how magic Mik is, I don't think that one is going to fly.
Much like he can't.

>>37835078
That could be a bit of an awkward wedding.

>>37835092
>mik is crying yelling about losing his baby boy
>the gang are all hiding their faces
>zahak is eating the priest

>>37835088
Yeah, but that's how you move up in the chain.

>>37835103
well that was all the convincing I need

I hour we're not going to try to house or identity. He probably knows about us, I'm pretty sure the Grand vizier would be one of the first ones to know about near-death of the Shah

>>37835186
Damn I hate auto correct.

I hope we are not going to hide*

We should have taken that dude to someone important. He had information regarding a whole ring of people who professionally circumvent the banishment. That’s important enough to directly involve the Shah.

>>37835413
Knee-jerk reaction by the players. Also shows that vigilante justice is shit tier.
Should have given him over to the guards.
At least we gleaned a lot of information from him, and perhaps we can tract down the other patrons of the bar. They still have the hidden spells on them, maybe that will make finding them easier.

>>37835463
>waaaaaaahhhh muh criminals are people
We already know all we need to know faggot, we gotta go to the church. So shut up and stop whining about shit that already happened

>>37835488
>>37835463
Let's just tell this guy all we know of it and be on our way.

Let him handle his own business.

Yo seriously though, what happened to those goats we bought?

>>37835502
But I want the mobsters money.

>>37835488
Are you an imbecile?

>>37835528
No but I do believe you are.

>>37835502
I would have wanted them to handle their own business. Had I been awake at that time I would have suggested to hand him over to the Shah (changing it after talking to the girl to her father) and letting them extract as much information out of the dude as they can. This should have given us a whole lot of goodwill with both the Shah and her father for a minimum of effort.

>>37835488
We know all we need to know. We do not know as much as we could know.

And it would be far easier with the guy there. And it would net us more goodwill if the father want personal revenge.

>>37835562
>we don't know all we could know
what like his favorite color? Stop worrying about pointless shit, we did what we did, its over now, hes dead, no matter how hard you post about how we shouldn't have killed him, you won't time travel, so pls go and stay go

Soma did go to bed, right?

>>37835818
I hope so

Is it just me, or is the sup/tg/ link not working for this thread?

>>37835846
us foolz or 4plebs, they're much better

I like 4 plebs cause it does image expansion on hover.

Just search all opening posts made by Soma, a total list of the quest.

>>37835846
>>37835868
http://archive.4plebs.org/tg/search/username/Soma/type/op/page/1/

>>37835573
I was thinking more of the small minutae that would be boring to Mikhael, but which law-enforcment would love to have. All the informatio about other criminals for example, contact persons, other agents of that group. Hide-outs in the city. Or other information like, where to you hide your assets? What is the code-phrase to enter certain hide-outs? How do you contact higher ups of the scholars? A lot of stuff that I would’t necessarily want on-screen but that would make him valuable to hand over to other people.

>>37834288
Damn it, should've taken the woman's body with us, done easily in the cloak.
It's fairly stupid how she got killed for 100 gold when she's the wife of the Vizier though.

>>37837695
I wonder if we could have taken the faggot alive.
The wife is handled by the cloak, but how could we have done with the faggot?
I guess get a pipe or something, hook it up to his mouth, and keep one end outside of the cloak while Ricky keeps him well-behaved?

>>37838087
a) Keep his head looking out of the cloak.
2) Tie him up and pull him.
c, Tie his arms, keep him on a leash.

>>37839281
I don't think walking around the Merchant District, the Noble District, and meeting the Emir with his daughter holding our hand would've been very viable like that.
Though literally just carrying him around and telling anyone who asks that he's a criminal might have worked, if we managed to get him out of the building.
Maybe if we kept it simple and got out through the window?
Damn, hindsight is 20/20