Froim walked through the dark cavern with unwavering determination as he slowly approaches the secret location of his contact. He thought to himself as he walked.
'This time will be different. Lilly's going to see that everything can be worked out without bending the laws too much. I'm going to show her what I can do now! Maybe when this is over I can finally get her to... Oh! what's that?'
A shiny objects grabs the halflings attention, just a gold piece lying about... he checks for traps, swipes up the gold piece and continues on.
'I worked for this, I did my time. Why do these things keep happening? Surely Tymora has not shown me less favor, after all... Lilly is back! Those eyes, her hair, her perfectly shaped... wait a second! That treasure chest isn't so far off the trail! I wonder what's inside...'
Froim bounds over toward the chest with excitement. Checking once more for traps, a little work with the lock and presto! A brand new shiny old dull set of rags, and a potion of cure light wounds. The halfling is as satisfied as ever with his find, putting into the abyss of random objects he wore at his back.
A moment longer, and he's back on the path, determined to reach his destination without any distractions! Only a few more treasures lie in his path... or fifty feet away from his path.
"Took ya long 'nuff shorty." a dwarf pulls out from his shadowy hiding spot, approaching Froim.
Froim grins to the dwarf and replies, "Oy'm alweh on toime! Yeh jus been outta da sun too long ta know wha toime it is, eh? So ya got moy message den, good ta see ya Kalin."
They meet with a handshake and both go about securing the area, waiting to see if anyone had tailed Froim on the way in. Nobody is spotted.
"Well, a fine mess ye gittin yerself inta. If ya weren't m'friend I'd-a collected th'bounty meself." said Kal.
"Oy? A bounteh? 'ow much dey askin fer?"
"Eh, two hunred gold."
"Dat all? Oy would guess more once da name gets dropped." Froim grins to the dwarf.
"Well, it ain't easy, but I kin pin dis one on some other hin fellow dat's been causin troubles. If ya make it worthwhile."
Froim was about to accept, then stopped himself, "Oy... tings're diff'rent now Kal. Oy'm goin boy da book on dis one. Oy'm innocent an dere's no reason ta be puttin dis on some'un else."
The dwarf looked astonished, and slightly disappointed. "What crawled up yer arse? Dis ain you, hin."
"Oy know it's been a whoile since we seen each otha, les jus say oy am toinin ovah a new rock, oy? So 'ow bout it, kin ya 'elp?"
The dwarf considers it a moment. "Fine... I'll be takin a thousan fer this job. Ain easy ta clear things up "by the book", an I'll 'ave ta give some bribes, so ye best be payin me upfront."
Froim hands over the money, happy with the answer. By the book, just as he wanted... no shady business, no stealing, no deception - just bribes, and that's totally acceptable! The Neverwinter guard accept bribes all the time!
The meeting ends as abruptly as it began and both men go their separate ways. Froim leaves with a spring in his step, happy with how it went... and anxious for the results. Everything should be fine, of course. It's not like the fact that his trap sitting on his treasure, injuring a priest of Lathander would cause any sort of uprising. No, everything will work out perfectly fine... as always.
