The King's Head Pub
Bran, Potentially Chris
Mabel nods and calls over to one of the men at the quiz machine "What's our internet password, Phillip?"
"Kings head, all one word, the "k" and "h" are capitals" he shouts back, Mabel repeats the exchange to you as if you could have missed the top of their voices conversation held metres away from you. Ronald reads over the notepad again and then writes some quick letters on the sheet below.
"Son or sons?" He looks up abruptly and asks. "You've written here J Honer and Sons, is that right? Just want to make sure I have everything correct, like" He quickly draws lines through the letters and shrugs then lays the pad to one side before continuing, leaning forwards slightly.
"Aye, there's no shame in that being your priority. Family's family, like." He stares at you thoughtfully for a while then laughs and rereads the notebook. "You don't get long to think about it, but. Totally forgot what problem I was trying to solve.
Tannen should nae have told you I'm the King of these parts, like. I'll have a word with him next I see him. But what's done is done and he's right. So I'm gaun help you as I say. But you have to remember, lad, that finding your da is...It's not that I don't care, laddie, divvin't think me heartless, like. But it's not my main concern. If helping you is gaun cause damage to another part of my realm then I'll have to have a think about what to do, like. But I'll play honest with you and let you know if there's a problem, and you'll do the same with me. Might be down the line we can talk about bringing your problems and mine a bit closer together, but lets leave that conversation for another day.
You might be on to something with mine and Tannen's link to the land. My guess is you aren't, like, but its easy enough to check. So tap away on your eye pod thing and have a look. Check some other things as well, business listings, like, or the register of companies. Divvin't just rule it out because the website's gone.
I'm gaun have a little talk with some people." He nods at Mabel then at the couple at the quiz machine "And see what's what. You might want to try giving your da a bell on his mobile as well, like. Lets rule out easy stuff before we get to the hard ones." A door behind the bar opens revealing a staircase and a youngish - mid twenties maybe - woman with her father's, or more likely grandfather's, piercing blue eyes wearing smart office clothing. She, Mabel, and the two at the quiz machine head through another door behind the bar. Ron nods at you and picks up the notebook "I'm gaun take this. You'll get it back, like. But conversation will be pretty useless if noone there can remember what we're meant to be conversing about." then stands up and heads towards that same door.
Made you a substantial Soul check which you succeeded. When he stands, you feel like you should as well. it's not enforced in any way, the decision is entirely yours. It just somehow seems inappropriate for you to be sitting while he's standing.
Let me know what you're looking up, and give me a significant General Education check to think of some appropriate places to check that you (as a non-UK native) might not think of. Also, give me a Major Notice check. Feel free to post before I've actioned those rolls if you want a post of you searching/thinking/whatever. Otherwise I'll let you know what you find once I get the rolls.
I know you know this, Riveda, but just in case anyone else reads this spoiler:
Just to recap rules - Significant rolls are under the governing stat, so for the General Education roll, Riveda is trying to roll less than his Mind. Major checks are under the skill itself, so for that check he's trying to roll under his Notice skill.
Between Units 16 and 18
Miyo, Norm, Potentially Chris
"You might be asking the impossible, there." he says with an apologetic grin before commencing an even more in depth search of the back seat. "They made me print loads out, never had a chance to use them. Bloody typical that the one time I need them..."
As he moves aside a brown paper bag bearing the McDonald's logo he looks round at you again. "Oh, that's a thought. If you don't want to see Ron, or if he tells you to fu...sorry, to get lost, then you might want to see...Christ what's his name. It's Indian or Pakistani or, sorry, I don't really know the difference. Which are the ones with the turbans? He's one of them. Patwel? Something like that. Works at Maccy D's" he taps the bag. "Honestly, Ron's a better bet, but he's a distant second. Oh, wait. Looks like you might be in luck."
He holds out another business card to Norm, identical in content, varying wildly in the position and extent of food stains. "Sorry it's a bit scruffy"