The guards scoff at your remark like they could care less and allow you to leave. Meanwhile, back inside the manor, Catsha meows, wanting to know where to move on.

"Syl, you look like you tried to smash a tarrasque"

She whispered before leaving Catsha on the ground and approaching him enough to lay a hand on his shoulder. She focused her magic, making a few leaves appear around him as the elven arcane energies healed his wounds. Once she was done, she took a step away from him and smiled, waiting to be updated on what was the plan. It surely looked like they were in trouble, big trouble, but the spirits didn't want to tell her what was going on. Hopefully Sylivar wouldn't join them after that spell.

• Cure wounds: 13

Catsha flopped to the ground, laying on her side, and began cleaning herself.

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Gonna let the dice decide if Bruvir (and Avys by association) are about to fight these guards.  (1-50 = no fight, 51-100 = fight) 11   

Bruvir gritted his teeth as the guard continued to act all high and mighty in front of him.  He wouldn't be acting all tough with a few broken kneecaps, he thought to himself as he resisted the urge to grab his hammer, knowing that subtly and discretion were what  were needed for the others to complete their mission.  Looking up at the guard in front of him, he stared at him for a few long moments before spitting on the ground and saying, "Fine.  We'll leave for now but you'll be hearing from us again.  Lets go." he told Avys before turning around and heading back in the direction of their manor.

 Avys nods his head slightly at the guards "I'm sure your employer wouldn't like to hear that you both are being so terribly rude. It's quite awful for business... Take care now" Avys turns around and follows Bruvir towards the manor. "something seems off.. does it not?" he whispers as they continue walking.

"Yea, they seemed like bigger asses than the typical guard.  Lets see if the others have returned.  Hopefully they haven't done anything foolish..." Bruvir replied as he headed to the area where the others had originally snuck in.

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"Syl, you look like you tried to smash a tarrasque"

She whispered before leaving Catsha on the ground and approaching him enough to lay a hand on his shoulder. She focused her magic, making a few leaves appear around him as the elven arcane energies healed his wounds. Once she was done, she took a step away from him and smiled, waiting to be updated on what was the plan. It surely looked like they were in trouble, big trouble, but the spirits didn't want to tell her what was going on. Hopefully Sylivar wouldn't join them after that spell.

• Cure wounds: 13

 Syl ekes out a spluttering cough as Feliara's magic closes some wounds, rendering them mere uncomfortable bruises under the cowl the monk wears. While the process of magical healing is painful as his wounds mend at an accelerated rate, Syl can't help but convert his grimace into a shit-eating grin and wink. "I'd say a Tarrasque is a little out of my league, but you never know who - or what - hangs around the Yawning Portal in the late hours. Thanks for the healing, but make sure you have enough for the rest, no?" Syl, with renewed energy, propels himself to the next room with his quarterstaff, steering his swaying form through the halls like a canoe that walks.

Syl gathers the stealth mission for a quick little recap. "We're looking for information, right? Let's make it quick, then. I want to know what's happening in the next room (G13) before reconvening with the rest," he whispers. 

After briefly considering covering Catsha's eyes from the rather anatomically accurate figurines located within this area, Sylivar searches for any official papers or documents that can explain who these people are or what they do / did. Investigation: 14

Syl then attempts to turns his ears upwards to area G13 and hear what can be heard. How many people there were by the footfalls, who was where, etc. 

>>"I'd say a Tarrasque is a little out of my league, but you never know who - or what - hangs around the Yawning Portal in the late hours. Thanks for the healing, but make sure you have enough for the rest, no?" 

"I have stamina to stay all night up, my dear Syl. And I might be new in this city, so I'll make sure to hang there to get to know more people"

Feliara tried to contain a mischevious laugh by covering her mouth after saying that. She rapidly followed him, tip-toeing trying to not make a lot of noise. Information, ¿right? Maybe the spirits knew something. Maybe he knew something... Feliara looked around and retreated to the darkest corner before taking out her new dagger. She grabbed it with both hands and focused her magic on it, feeling the long lost link reignite again. A few seconds later, the figure of a ghostly dragonborn appeared behind her, whispering something to her ear.

• Tales from Beyond: Determine Tale: 3
  

3->Friends: You recite the tale of friends who found each other in the afterlife. The target and another creature of its choice it can see within 5 feet of it regains hit points equal to a roll of your Bardic Inspiration die + your Charisma modifier.

After briefly considering covering Catsha's eyes from the rather anatomically accurate figurines located within this area, Sylivar searches for any official papers or documents that can explain who these people are or what they do / did. Investigation: 5

Most of the books are fake boxes made of painted cardboard. A few have bawdy drawings and salacious poems hidden inside them.

Before the door of G13, it seems to be quieting down. Now, there is more talking that fighting. Something is progressing in this room.

Naumick looks to the others, raising his eyebrows and motioning his head to the door of G13. He mouths the words, "Go time?" 

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"Yea, they seemed like bigger asses than the typical guard.  Lets see if the others have returned.  Hopefully they haven't done anything foolish..." Bruvir replied as he headed to the area where the others had originally snuck in.

 "The question is... do we follow or head back? I do have this.." he takes out his unused paper bird, "if we need to send them a message, this should reach them, but there's no way for them to communicate with us afterwards. A warning perhaps? or we can send the message to the Lady herself and invite her to meet us instead" he whispers, pacing as he begins to mutter to himself with options and concerns.

Syl drains the last of his flask, hooks it around his waist, and nods towards Naumick, Catsha, and Feliara. "Let's do it."

Into G13 it is!

G13

Four wounded guardsmen wearing colors of House Gralhund stand over the dead bodies of Zhent agents and other dead House guardsmen. The doors to the master bedroom (G16) are open, and you can hear someone trying to kick in a door beyond AREA G15a. It looks like the Zhents were trying to get into G16 - the guards are blocking this location.

"More trouble? Protect the stone!" One of them shouts, upon seeing you.

BRUVIR/AVYS

Naumick mutters, lowering his crossbow. "Easy there you scrawny, dung-sniffing, troll-kisser....we're the effing cavalry. What's the situation?"

"Who are you people? You're not the city guard!" one of them demands. "How did you get in here?"

Naumick snorts, "You think House Gralhund would trust its safety to the likes of the city guard...and you lot? Best mind yer manners and let us be about what were hired to do, you lousy, goblin-loving, flea-bitten sack of bones." The dwarf motions toward the sound of kicking, "Now tell me what be going on down there or step out of the way and let us work."

Deception:13

20

"You're too late, interlopers. Gettum!" the House guard calls out, and they attack.

Guard1: 14
Guard2: 4
Guard3: 1
Guard4: 14

Catsha stops licking herself and perks up as the battle erupts.

Catsha: 4

Naumick mutters a few curse words in Dwarven, raising his crossbow and readying an attack.

10

Syl rolls his eyes and begins twirling his quarterstaff, approaching the guards in preparation to fight. 

Init: 19

STOP LICKING YOURSELF
Syl21, Guard1(14)(AC11/HP30), Guard4(14)(AC11/HP30), Nomnom10, Catsha4, Guard2(4)(AC11/HP30), Guard3(1)(AC11/HP30)

"By the spirits... I hope y'all don't haunt me"

Feliara sighed before unsheathing her rapier. She didn't want to fight, doing that was so tiring and she would probably need to heal the others a few more times. 

"I miss my bed so much..."

• Initiative: 10