Low Estate/Turns/Turn 2
- Aernoud van Nevel: forest wanderer — FATE ▢▢▢▢▢ • Stress ▢▢ • Consequences unused (2), unused (4), unused (6)
- Antheunis Opgieten: slippery urchin — FATE ▢▢▢▢▢ • Stress ▢▢ • Consequences unused (2), unused (4), unused (6)
- Boudin Verdonk: bravo and expeditor — FATE ▢▢▢▢▢ • Stress ▢▢▢▢ • Consequences unused (2), unused (4), unused (6)
- Mattius Rothmann: brutish warmage — FATE ▢▢▢▢▢ • Stress ▢▢▢▢ • Consequences unused (2), unused (4), unused (6)
- Willem de Vos: student magician — FATE ▣▢▢▢▢ • Stress ▢▢ • Consequences unused (2), unused (4), unused (6)
Boudin
Boudin makes some discreet inquiries with various acquaintances and picks up a smattering of useful facts:
- The person who came and talked to Sister Marianne was Ruud, one of Maldeghem's few lieutenants with some amount of diplomatic ability.
- Nobody on the streets (or at least nobody who's talking) knows what Ruud was doing there or why.
- The current hangout of the East Arsebrouc Boys is a place called The Kettle.
Boudin takes a cue from the last and heads there. The place is pretty empty but there are a couple of the Boys there, and they're always happy to see someone who will buy them drinks. Boudin manages to lose a couple hands of cards to three of them, and keeps buying drinks until one has passed out under the table, one is being sick in the corner, and the third one — Thumbs — is talking. "Gonna be a lot of work for us!" Thumbs says. "I don't know how the hell Maldeghem got to Keilliaert, but the way I figure it, the Bloody Points are too small to just take over, so there's going to be fighting over Keilliaert's territory and everyone's gonna want a piece. In fact, in a couple days —" he's saying, but meanwhile the guy being sick in the corner — Uncle — has climbed to his feet, leaning against the wall "You're t-t-talking too damn m-m-m-much to this guy, I'm going to t-t-tell Captain," he says, and staggers into the other room. "Anyway, where was I?" says Thumbs.
Antheunis and Aernoud
Antheunis and Aernoud make their way to the docks. Antheunis drops into the water and makes his way under the dock. Aernoud, back on land, sneaks from behind crate to crate until he's nestled securely inside an empty crate, close enough to hear but impossible to see.
"Gotta hurry up and get these loaded," one of the two burly dockworkers says. "Skiff should be here shortly."
And as if on cue, a long, low boat glides up silently along the river — when it pulls up, it's almost close enough for Antheunis to reach out and touch, but luckily the sailor inside doesn't look under the dock. "Hurry up!" she barks. "We've got to get these turned around tonight." "What's Maldeghem's hurry?" one of the dockworkers says. "Who cares?" says the sailor. "He wants to get paid, and we want to get paid, so move it." The dockworkers start lowering crates down onto the skiff.
Just then, Aernoud hears footsteps coming onto the dock. With no other way to avoid being seen, he pulls the other side shut on the crate. The footsteps get closer, and then stop right by him. "What's this?" the man's voice says. "This crate isn't sealed!"
Below the dock, Antheunis hears a long, long pause, suddenly broken by — hammering? "There we go!" the man's voice says. "Good as new! Now let's get it loaded, that's the last of them!"
Willem and Lazer
Willem has a talk with Sister Marianne about property records, but it's clear the arrangement was entirely informal; whatever information there is will have to be at the city hall of records, so he and Lazer proceed there in the morning.
The property records are a little tangled, but child's play to someone who has had to search the university archives for a manuscript translated from the original Phoenician, and Willem swiftly assembles a precis of the situation with Lazer's somewhat erratic assistance. Apparently the orphanage was built about a century ago, the manor house of a Lady Sylvie Bellaire, a noblewoman ahead of her time but with somewhat eccentric habits — interested in archaeology and very concerned with ley lines and harmonious placement of geographic features. This may have been why her residence was located in what even then was an unfashionable area of the city, or it may have been that she was forced to locate there due to unspecified dangers from the laboratory that was part of the building. After her death the property came into the hands of a nephew, an enthusiastic gambler completely unable to estimate odds, and from him to a rich wool merchant, and from him to a less-rich trader, and from him to the current official owner, a lumber merchant named Elmar. Willem deduces from other records that Elmar needed to ship things out, which meant he needed to give Keilliaert a cut, and Keilliaert arranged the use of the orphanage as Elmar's payment. [As part of the advanced success, Willem also gets a Knows The Orphanage's History aspect he can tag once for free at some future point.]
Just as they're putting the last books back on the shelves, Willem and Lazer hear footsteps and the voice of one of the clerks. "You'll find the records right in this section, Mister — what did you say your name was again?" "Ruud," growls the voice. "Just Ruud."
