IC Savage Tides (Take 2)

[MuffinMan]

"Violence? Oh, I'm sure it won't come to that! It sounds this like could just be a clerical mix-up - it happens all the time when my family orders extra shipments of goods outside of the normal schedule. The accountants - they're just not very good at adapting to new circumstances, you know?" Tarquin looks to his friends, hoping for affirmation of his intuition.

"At any rate, you want us to head down to the Blue Nixie and confront this Soller Vark fellow: find out what he's up to, resolve the discrepancy in your payment, and perhaps retrieve your father's signet ring if we can. That all seems reasonable. If push comes to shove I'm sure I could ask my father to speak a few words to the harbormaster directly - we pay enough in port taxes that he'd likely do us a favor." He sits back in his seat and sips from his goblet, savoring both the wine and the soundness of his own plan.