Henriette touches your shoulder, Arianise, as she walks past, giving you a smile and a nod of thanks. "We wouldn't have found this, not now in case. Thank you for helping us in our trouble." She stands next to Sagh, looking the alley up and down. Her arm links with Sagh's and she looks at her.
Dandelion, you look at the tracks. That they come from the woods beyond is easy enough to see. You can reckon it was near midnight if the snow started the same time for the village as it did for you on the road. As for what made them, the claw marks make you think canine. But you have not seen ones exactly like this before.
Sagh nods at the unspoken words, then looks at the dwarf. "Go ahead, Grimmund. Everyone! Come into the Bend. Drinks on me, in George's memory. Henriette, you know which bottle to use." Henriette nods, giving her a small peck on the cheek and takes the shovel from her before walking toward the Bend. The townsfolk drift over to the inn door, low voices as they talk about the new discovery.
Oswald!" Sagh glares at him as she walks over, pulling the reins from his hands and taking the ones for Arianise and Bailey's horses. "I'll see to the horses. Have your rooms set up. The usual charge for you, free to those actually of service to us." Her mean smile at his scowl stays as Oswald comes down from the horse and grabs his bags before heading inside. She cocks her head at Dandelion, scratching at her face. "They're upstairs. Should I get one downstairs for you?"
The drow continues to look at you, Bailey. "I'm Xalyth Tass, the locksmith. And I just feel it. I know it. Poor George." She looks at him, stepping back as Grimmund approaches with the kettle and starts to carefully pour the hot water around the body to melt the ice away. "He shouldn't have come into town last night. Maybe he'd..." She hugs herself. "We don't have much death here. We're too poor to be much of a target for bandits. But Ser Thames was killed two weeks ago. And last week, a traveling cooper came thru. Fought with Grimmund in the Bend, I heard. Was found on the road the next night. No one else." Her eyes follow a young halfling as she walks inside the Bend. "Kathra. Her cattle was killed, a bit back. She's grieving that. Sagh's horse was killed too, but think she took it better."
"You're welcome" I say to Henriette as she touches my shoulder as she walked by. A slight blush touches my cheeks. This town has been quite nice to me and I do feel badly I can't do much more to help. "I'm sorry I couldn't do much more." I say apologetically. I am a thief afterall. Not an investigator. This area is quite poor so I don't think it would have been a general robbery for money.
"Sagh, I can get upstairs just fine. The real question is if the ceilings are high enough?" Then I start laughing because I visualize myself banging my head on the ceiling. It is a deep, hearty, boisterous laugh and people start looking at me as if I am mad. "I also do not mind sleeping with the horses in the stable either, Sagh. I will not think it rude, rather I like being with animals. Plus, I can keep my ears open for anything that happens outside during the night. So, if you maybe can put some fresh bedding down for me in the stables will be the best option."
"Oh her horse was killed?" I glance at Dewy being led away. MaybeI won't stay in a room this evening? Then looking back at Xaylth, "Xalyth thank you so much. I'm Bailey Clawbrew. Please if you have any more information or just need to talk Please come find me."
I look to Grimmund. "Sir can you wait one more minute before you poor the water on the immediate area around George?" Without waiting for his response, I start moving towards the body and my friends. I look at George "Sorry George, sir, we will be one more moment. It'll help us figure what happened to you."
Looking at them "Amis?"
Then in a whisper I ask what each learned and relay what I have learned from Xalyth. "Do you think we missed anything? Should we look closer or allow them to remove the body? What about those prints? I know the townsfolk are heading inside but we won't get another chance and if Xalyth is right, well still did the killer leave anything behind on the body??"
Henriette touches your shoulder, Arianise, as she walks past, giving you a smile and a nod of thanks. "We wouldn't have found this, not now in case. Thank you for helping us in our trouble." She stands next to Sagh, looking the alley up and down. Her arm links with Sagh's and she looks at her.
Dandelion, you look at the tracks. That they come from the woods beyond is easy enough to see. You can reckon it was near midnight if the snow started the same time for the village as it did for you on the road. As for what made them, the claw marks make you think canine. But you have not seen ones exactly like this before.
Sagh nods at the unspoken words, then looks at the dwarf. "Go ahead, Grimmund. Everyone! Come into the Bend. Drinks on me, in George's memory. Henriette, you know which bottle to use." Henriette nods, giving her a small peck on the cheek and takes the shovel from her before walking toward the Bend. The townsfolk drift over to the inn door, low voices as they talk about the new discovery.
Oswald!" Sagh glares at him as she walks over, pulling the reins from his hands and taking the ones for Arianise and Bailey's horses. "I'll see to the horses. Have your rooms set up. The usual charge for you, free to those actually of service to us." Her mean smile at his scowl stays as Oswald comes down from the horse and grabs his bags before heading inside. She cocks her head at Dandelion, scratching at her face. "They're upstairs. Should I get one downstairs for you?"
The drow continues to look at you, Bailey. "I'm Xalyth Tass, the locksmith. And I just feel it. I know it. Poor George." She looks at him, stepping back as Grimmund approaches with the kettle and starts to carefully pour the hot water around the body to melt the ice away. "He shouldn't have come into town last night. Maybe he'd..." She hugs herself. "We don't have much death here. We're too poor to be much of a target for bandits. But Ser Thames was killed two weeks ago. And last week, a traveling cooper came thru. Fought with Grimmund in the Bend, I heard. Was found on the road the next night. No one else." Her eyes follow a young halfling as she walks inside the Bend. "Kathra. Her cattle was killed, a bit back. She's grieving that. Sagh's horse was killed too, but think she took it better."
"You're welcome" I say to Henriette as she touches my shoulder as she walked by. A slight blush touches my cheeks. This town has been quite nice to me and I do feel badly I can't do much more to help. "I'm sorry I couldn't do much more." I say apologetically. I am a thief afterall. Not an investigator. This area is quite poor so I don't think it would have been a general robbery for money.
"Sagh, I can get upstairs just fine. The real question is if the ceilings are high enough?" Then I start laughing because I visualize myself banging my head on the ceiling. It is a deep, hearty, boisterous laugh and people start looking at me as if I am mad. "I also do not mind sleeping with the horses in the stable either, Sagh. I will not think it rude, rather I like being with animals. Plus, I can keep my ears open for anything that happens outside during the night. So, if you maybe can put some fresh bedding down for me in the stables will be the best option."
"Oh her horse was killed?" I glance at Dewy being led away. Maybe I won't stay in a room this evening? Then looking back at Xaylth, "Xalyth thank you so much. I'm Bailey Clawbrew. Please if you have any more information or just need to talk Please come find me."
I look to Grimmund. "Sir can you wait one more minute before you poor the water on the immediate area around George?" Without waiting for his response, I start moving towards the body and my friends. I look at George "Sorry George, sir, we will be one more moment. It'll help us figure what happened to you."
Looking at them "Amis?"
Then in a whisper I ask what each learned and relay what I have learned from Xalyth. "Do you think we missed anything? Should we look closer or allow them to remove the body? What about those prints? I know the townsfolk are heading inside but we won't get another chance and if Xalyth is right, well still did the killer leave anything behind on the body??"