Peering into the man's open tent, one can easily see the plethora of resin-cast dragon-skulls used as candle-holders and glass-ball-wielding wizard sculptures. There are also an abundance of fat-chick porno mags strewn about the floor.

There is an overpowering smell of booze mixed with bodily fluids. The man is obviously passed out and continues to snore loudly. His fly is even open.

She looks him over and sighs softly, "Hmm, charming."
She clears her throat and pulls away from Lenor. She kneels down and gets close to the fat man. She then shakes him lightly.

The man snorts once, rolls over on his side, dislodges a cloud of flatulence, grins and promptly goes back to snoring.

*She grunts and makes a face of disgust* uuug! *Her cry is loud, she backs away with a hard wince* Disgusting.

"Oh, thats just fucking wonderful," she says as she scoots back. "Yo, wizard...there's a horny fat chick here begging for you to tax that ass maine!"
Said in her best gangsta voice.

*She giggles at Amanda's words, shaking her head at the girl, she mumble to her* You are such a crack up.

He stirs slightly at the noise of their sultry radio-personality voices. Usually it is only 'big-boned women who can muster those smoky, sex-hotline tones.

Sitting up very rapidly, his eyelids flutter open, but his eyes are still rolled into the back of his skull, no doubt still dreaming of large women.

"I want to taste you." he says in a choking manner. There is a touch of vomit caked into his beard.

*She covers her mouth in revulsion and just shakes her head* And I just want to talk to you. *She backs away a bit more, wrinkling her nose a bit, hoping she doesn't have to smell anything too awful*

His eyes suddenly snap into focus on Lenor. "Milady it is dangerous to enter into the Wizard's tower, there are powers at work her which your fragile mind could not begin to fathom."

Yeah? Well my nose has a pretty good idea. *She huffs a bit and sighs* So, Wizard, we have a few questions for you, if you'd like to talk, about that rat thing everyone is talking about. *She still has her pad of paper and pen in hand, her eyes concentrate on his, her ruby lips pursed, brow raised*

His tone becomes more regal as he sobers a touch

"Ahhhh, an inquisitive scribe is it? Surely you have heard of my magnificence and wisdom and have traveled far through untold dangers seeking my council on matters you cannot hope to understand on your own."

"The Wizard knows much that is hidden, for I travel to realms you dare not dream of as easily as you walk through an open door. I walk the crossroads of worlds. Surely you query me over no common Muridae."

She expertly feigns facination in the murmerings of the possibly drunken homeless man. With her eyes wide and her lips parted she whispers a wow and smirks.
"Wonderful, so what can you tell us of the black creature with a wolf's head and a rat's tail?"

Turning to regard the blond with what looks like haughtiness, "My dear, I can tell you a great many things, but such knowledge comes at a very steep price. One such as myself, whose knowledge traverses the very planes of existence, gives nothing away for free."

"I have certain..." He looks each of them up and down, slowly "needs that must be met first."

Amanda surpresses the urge to gag. She feigns a smile.
"Um, what needs are those.." she clears her throat, turning her bewildered gaze to Lenor. She sighs and looks back to the wizard.

"If! You! Please! Madam!" he says indignantly, almost on the verge of yelling. "Your tabescent and malnourished form is more repulsive to me than I to you! My ideals for the feminine form are far more classical in nature!"

He calms himself, slightly, before continuing, though he is obviously offended. "What I require is a handful of rare alchemical ingredients. Of course I could go and retrieve them myself, but this might lead me astray upon yet another cumbersome adventure, there are always others who need my assistance."

He tears a square of paper off of a crumpled paper-bag nearby and scrawls something on it before holding it out to be taken by whichever of them is nearer.

The note simply says:
white creme de cacao
buttermilk
Stoli Vanil

"And remember!" he says as they look it over, "The more prodigal you are when considering the amounts, the more opulent I shall be when doting my knowledge upon you."

Before either of the ladies can react to The Wyyzzaard's White-Russian shopping list, a panicked screeching can be heard, seemingly nearby. It is loud and pained, like some enormous rodent caught in a trap.

2008-08-26 23:39:11 Solomon rolls 7 dice to Detect Noise 7,9,2,8,6, 5,10,5 (5 successes)

Wandering through the vagrant city, Solomon hear the eldritch cry and races towards the source, drawing his sword.  

[move to Dobhar-chu]  

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*She gives a gasp and The Wyzard is almost forgotten* What the heck is that? *She moves away towards the sound, eyes wide as she tries to search the night*

"Malnourished, listen here you..." but the cry in the night throws her from her own indignance. Instinctively, one hand goes to the black handle of one of her machettes strapped to her back like dual swords. She ctahces the glimpse of movement in the shadows and narrows her eyes. She looks back at the wizard and smirks. She takes the paper and pockets it. They may need these things if they want more information.
"Now, that sounded like a big ass rat," she says, her hand moving from her blade to her pocket where a digital camera rested. "We'll be in touch."
She stands and motions to Lenor that they should follow the sound. She starts toward it, running.