The search for a master.

[General Brewster]

Sir William Bogue roamed the streets of London pursuit of a master forger. He walked in ragged clothes so he looked like the local folk.
After many hours and some carefully placed coins he is sent to a particular tavern in the east of London. He is told to ask for Benedict while ordering a brown ale..

After an hours walk he walked into the tavern, asks for some brown ale and mentioned Benedicts name. He is told to take a seat in the back.

OOC: Goal is to find a master forger, I'll pay him for it. I'm intending to use this thread for some more scheming.
Beginning with forging documents & hiring some plebs.

[Gandalfus]

A fat, flea bitten man named Benedict waddled over towards Bogue, and took a hefty scratch of his backside before plonking himself down next to the newcomer. The odour of goat clung to him like a perfume, the breath that escaped from his toothless mouth smelling ever more foul. Grabbing Bogue's ale, he took a hefty swig.

"What can I do yer for, m'lord?" Benedict's words were mangled by the brown-coloured leaf that he was gnawing.

[General Brewster]

"You are Benedict?" Bogue couldnt see such a fat man being a master forger to be honest...
"Very well. My name is Thomas." He said eventually, he lied about his real name so he or his master couldnt be connected.

"I was told you are the best forger in the realm, it happens that I need one. It requires to forge the King's seal" Bogue said plainly.