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Traldar scratches his horns, "Is that all, I thought you needed me to do something hard, you got yourself a deal cutter."

Traldar studies the wizard's face for a moment, there's something familar about him, wait now I got it, he's the cutter we got that stick back for Traldar leans back further.

Making small talk Traldar asks, "So hows that soulspire thingy working since we brought it back for ya."

"Well good to hear the stick is doing it's job I guess. Hate to have gone through all that trouble for nothin, course then again you payed well enough fer it cutter. I'd do it all again even if it didn't work fer that kinda jink."

Traldar takes the pouch out of Renaud's hand and pokes it a couple times, idly examining the contents of the silk pouch. "A luckstone you say, wot's the chance of finding one of those lying by the side a the street." Traldar pockets the pouch, and although it wouldn't seem possible Traldar relaxes further into his seat.

"Anything else a cutter should know about this berk, or am I gonna be going on instinct 'ere." Traldar shrugs, he suddenly seems disinterested in the whole propostion, he begins to wonder what brought him here in the first place, not that this was a bad place by any means, just the chaos of impulse and distractions compounded by distractions which become impulses, had often led Traldar to do things for reasons he did not always remember

(( drunk people are very often like this, they do things on impulse and don't remember why they did them later ))

what brought me to this berks tower in the first place. Thinks Traldar as he begin's to unroll the past day's events in his mind, he had gotten his strongbox and picked up a nice suit of Mithral Chain at the adventurers mart, which he was wearing now, then he stopped to see an aquaintence to pick up some tools. Then he headed back to the copper corronet to relax for a bit and bumped into Calcereous. The gnome seemed to have made it a point to be around Traldar a lot more lately must be cause I'm such a great berk to be around , he hung around there till noon or so, gambling away his easy earned jink. Eventually Traldar decided he'd go learn magic when one of Calcereous' well played pranks, combined with an invisibility spell, ended with Traldar's attempt to cheat at a game of cards failing miserably, the ace he had put on the table had just . . . disapeared. Thus Traldar had left the copper corronet in search of a tutor in the ways of magic. As luck would have it Traldar had unknowingly made it to Renaud's tower, whereupon he was distracted by an upper class coin purse which had somehow made it's way into his hands. With a shrug Traldar went into the tower to speak with the mage himself, and then promptly forgot what it was that he wanted to ask him. When Renaud asked Traldar what he had come for, he improvised "Umm you can make magic stuff here right?"

To which Renaud replied "What sort of magical items are you talking about, a cloak, bracers, maybe a sword"

"umm yea how about a sword, swords are nice."

"What exactly did you have in mind . . ."

Suddenly Traldar is drawn out of his introspection when he realizes Renaud has spoken. "What was that again cutter?"

Traldar stands up and pockets the pouch of knucklebones "anything else I should know before I go cutter?"

Traldar idly scratches his horns waiting for either more information or a dismissal.

Traldar wanders out of Renauds tower into the streets. Where he promptly gets side tracked by a particularly wealthy looking merchant, who is wandering arround with out any guards. After about an hour of pick pocketing Traldar wanders down to the copper corronet where he promptly loses all of his earnings. The day rolls on into night and the tiefling does precious little of any note, although he does ammass a small fortune, only to lose it to Shamis the shameless.

Eventually when a patron offers to play a game of dice Traldar pulls out his silk pouch and the knucklebones contained within. After scratching his horns in bewilderment as to how he came across a fine set such as these Traldar remembers that he was supposed to go somewhere and get a luck stone or something along those lines.

"Sorry cutter, can't play a game now got something I gotta do. 'ere have some bub on me." Traldar drops a couple coppers on the table and leaves the tavern, pausing only momentarily to put the knucklebones back into their pouch.

"Now which way did that berk say to go" Traldar scratches his horns and heads towrds Jarrit's tower.

Somewhat dizzy from having wandered around the tower so many times looking for a door, Traldar stops to think, to approach this in a somewhat logical fashion.

"Hmmm he's a wizard, maybe the berk just magics himself in." is Traldar's first thought. It was a logical thought for anyone unfamilar with magic to think, yet something told Traldar it was wrong, his gut instinct was that there had to be a door somewhere, after all what happens when the wizard's used all his spells for the day, I'm sure the cutter wouldn't be very happy having to sleep outside when his house is right there

Thus Traldar did a more thourough search, he poked and prodded ever surface he could, looking for a hidden door, or a switch or something to get inside.

((taking 10 on my search check so 10+8=18))

Traldar scratchs his horns again, and then pulls out one of his many daggers, seeing as how all the bricks look exactly the same, Traldar figures this is as good a place as any, and tries to pry a brick loose with his dagger. There is a loud snap as the tip breaks off.

Somewhat perplexed at the lack of entrance Traldar starts to remember his years in Sigil, the City of doors, where everything imaginable has happened. It was full of magical portals, doors to other places, all you needed was the right key. Of course when it comes to portals, often you know where and to what the portal was, but you didn't know what the key to it is.

Traldar tried to think, to recall anything that might be of help here and suddenly was reminded of what Renaud had told him on his way out of the mage's tower. He hadn't been paying much attention to the mage then, but he had said something about illusion.

Traldar allowed his eyes to go out of focus, the illusion if it was an illusion, would hold up so long as the person viewing it found it believable. However there would almost always be some flaw, some imprecision that would not be noticed under casual study, that gave away the fact that it was illusion, and not truely there. Traldar forced his eyes to focus beyond the tower wall. Despite the unfomfortable strain the Tiefling stared past the bricks, and slid along the tower's wall, feeling around searching for an entrance.

Traldar shakes his head and decides he doesn't want to figure out why someone would put an illusion of bricks over real bricks. Unless the illusion of bricks extends along the entire building, and the real bricks cede to a door at some point. Traldar shakes his head and tries to focus on the reality behind the illusion.

After a moment or two, he gives up and goes back to the copper corronet. Where he spends the rest of the night in his room contemplating a flat tax proposal for the city council.

Traldar mutters to himself for a moment "That berk must have put a curse on me, to make sure I'd get his bloody luck stone!" almost shouts Traldar. Continueing Traldar states, calm as any monk "Oh well I guess it can't be helped, better get to looting."

Observing the tower for a moment more, Traldar darts over to the spot the gnome had entered it. "There must be something to this tower thing 'ere" Traldar closely scrutinizes the spot, eventually reaching forward with his hands, trying to determine the nature of the entrance.

Traldar closes his eyes, they can't help him here, but then again picking locks is almost entirely a task performed by feel. First checking the door knob to ensure the door is locked, he'd feel awefully silly if he acidently locked the door instead of unlocking it. When the door pulls open, Traldar scratches his head, "well I guess if you can't see the door, you don't usually worry about keeping it locked."

Glancing around to make sure no-one's watching, Traldar slips quietly into the tower.

As Traldar looks around the hallway he debates where he should explore first. Finally in typical Traldar fashion, the tiefling decides that, since the stone is likely upstairs, he should loot what he can from downstairs first. Making a conscious effort to use all his senses to observe the hallway as he goes around, Traldar quietly follows the hallway. Although he's pretty sure no one's watching him, yet as usually he makes it a point to proceed cautiously, trying to remain out of sight.

((1D20+8 [5] = 13 search, 1D20+14 [13] = 27 move silently, 1D20+16 [12] = 28 hide))