Pas, faux and otherwise
Renate’s got herself a nice little apartment in Ilium (at government expense), and she baptized it by inviting da guys over to talk bidness.
Agreement on immediate courses of action was basically unanimous; Rien and Ren had some good ideas to float, and Aryk… was willing to let go of his really bad ones. (“We’ll keep that in mind, as a last-resort kind of thing,” Renate told Aryk politely, after a scheme that had Incredibly Bad Idea scrawled all over it in indelible ink.)
So they’re taking steps to halt the foreign crime syndicate’s march on the gangs by spreading some ugly truths and half-truths about said syndicate. And they’re going to (despite internal misgivings) rescue a local crime-lord of the Robin Hood variety from the local scapegoating-crossed-with-gladiatorial-combat known as the Bounty Strike. We’ll see how that goes.
Then they’ve got the crime syndicate’s public face to foil. They’re trying to pull in some allies on that one, not being ideally placed to pull it off unaided. With any luck, it just means getting invited to the parties where all the dirt gets dished—and both Ren and Rien can get themselves invited to elite parties.
And because I just can’t resist tossing monkey wrenches, they’re then going to come clean in public about what they did once they’ve done it, in hopes that it’ll give the sleazebag who hired them a few ulcers.
Poor Ren then invited da guys down to one of her favorite Ilium haunts for a nice relaxing tapas-and-drinks session. Turned out well in one sense; Ren and Rien snagged a major favor from another patron. Unfortunately, Ren didn’t manage to recall that one of the waitresses at this place was a heavy devotee of the church in direct opposition to Aryk’s.
Oops. Social implosion of near-catastrophic proportions. Ren being Ren, she managed to charm Aryk out of his snit, but she felt awful about the whole thing.
She turned it to some account, though. Aryk’s going to take her dancing…
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