"A group of what?" Ada asks... knowing full well he is most likely talking about the Khaasta but at the same time hoping that he'll come down here for a more civil and face-to-face conversation and for her to have a chance to verify the bottles he is mentioning.  "Could you bring one of those empty vials down here?  I'm just curious as to what it is..."

"Down there? What, muah?" he chuckles. "To why would I? In you can come, though, if information you have!"

Misha looked to the group. "Thees man's Common ees worse than Meesha's, ya?"

"But your accent makes listening to you, dear Misha, a delight, not a chore."  Kel replies with a wink.  Turning back to the mysterious man he asks..."how do we traverse to such lofty heights, good sir?"

Ada looks to Misha "Maybe up we should go..." she starts to snicker a bit.  She looks back up at the man "Yes sir, we may have information that we can trade... how might we come up?"

Daetris perks up a little at the thought of going up into the tower. Then she stops and frowns. "Hang on, did he say he's looking to purchase more? As in he's already gotten some?" she hisses at the others. "Are we sure it's safe to go up there?"

Ada looks towards Daetris and gives her a wink "Yes, and he may have info on the Khaasta or where they might be" she says softly so the man 'upstairs' can't hear her.

Barkas looks up and shouts out "Yoo hoo!  Up there!  What is your name?  Can you make us.... handsome?"  He bends down and picks up a small seed on the ground and with druidcraft makes it flower and sticks it behind his ear.  "Howsa are we gonna get up to you?  Lower the ramp, or whatever you do..."

Misha gives Barkas a wry, amused look.

Agata is quiet, lute pushed to the side from fiddling as they travelled. She stands back absently, hidden somewhat behind Kel as she inspects the walking house. She has been notably playing around with her appearance - her dwarven characteristics becoming more refined and practised over the past two days, with an increasing number of baubles and beads appearing. Listening to the conversation, she says lowly out of the corner of her mouth, "I think this is very obviously a trap, but Ada is right - we could get some good info on who he bought it all from. We need a more convincing lead other than 'in that direction'..." She hums to herself decisively.

The man smiles, claps his hands dramatically and a door appears at the bottom of the tower, slowly opening. "In you come! In you come!" As you step through the doorway, you all are immediately met by a pair of spider monkeys with top hats, both of whom bow and motion for you to follow as they lead you through a hallway to what appears to be a large dining room. The man from above appears coming down a central, spiral staircase, theatrically, of course. "Sit, please, please. Sit and dine we shall," he says, taking a spot at the head of the table. "A feast we shall have as we discuss your information."

A quick scan of the tower as you come to the dining room notes that the interior walls are not stone, but what appear to be a type of parchment. Not quite see-through, but translucent enough to make out shadowy shapes on the other side. 

As the man sits, more top-hatted spider monkeys begin appearing from various doors and hallways, bringing large trays of curried meats and spiced wines. "Let us be friends," the man practically bellows, pouring a large glass of wine for himself. 

Misha's eyes bugged out as she saw the food. Oh yeah. We could be friends. She looked at the others with a look of glee and sat down.

As her stomach grumbles, Ada's eyes open wide as she sees the feast that is being set before them.  He sure seems kind enough and, well... he's drinking the wine... must be safe.  "Thank you kind sir!" she looks back at the others "C'mon, have a seat", she grabs a seat and sits down to enjoy this marvelous feast.  Looking to Misha and laughing slightly "I've never been served by monkeys before"

"Now sir, please tells us about these bottles/vials that you speak of - what exactly does the liquid do for you?" She asks as she grabs a piece of curried meat and sticks it into her mouth "OH, this is really good!"

"Ah, ah, ah, friend of mine," he says, waving a little finger. "On me, dinner is. It's up to you to sing for it." He smiles. "Tell me, please, what you know about those reptilian purveyors of the bottles. Find them, I must. Perhaps your tale will inspire Tiac Rami No," he pauses to pat his own chest for emphasis, "to tell you his tale."

"Well Tiac Rami No, we too are interested in these bottles... not so much for ourselves, but for some... friends, like you.  We are currently tracking after these, what did you call them, reptilian purveyors in hopes of finding them and acquiring it from them.  So, why must you have them?" she pauses for a moment "So, do you know which way they have headed or where they are?"

Taking in everything with wide eyes as they make their way up into the tower, Daetris follows behind the others. But as they're welcomed to sit down around the table, her wariness starts to return. She stares down one of the spider monkeys that comes near her with food, almost missing the conversation going on. When the stranger starts to speak again, she turns to him and the others. "Tiac Rami No," she repeats under her breath as she pours herself a glass of the wine. "Well, that's a name."

Tiac laughs, taking a big drink from his goblet. "For them, I care not. Ugly beasts, honest. No, what they sell is what I want. To me, it sounds like you why may know," he says. "Track them, you say. So their path continues this way? Mayhaps, our journeys are joined." One of the spider monkeys approaches the man, who pauses and leans in close to it. "Ah, excuse me for one moment. A matter, it seems, needs me. Back in but a moment." The man rises to exit the dining area toward one of the side rooms. The other spider monkeys continue to fill your plates and goblets in the interim. 

Ada looks to the others pulling a slight face and simply states the obvious "He seems to be addicted to the stuff..."

Looking to Misha and laughing slightly "I've never been served by monkeys before."
Misha looks at you quizzically, her hand reaching for some meat. She then proceeds, grabs some, and eats politely, but with great purpose. Her muscles weren't going to fuel themselves. She grabs a glass of something, and chugs loudly, nearly finishing the mug in one go.

Agata will smile genially, but not eat. She moves about the room, looking for small trinkets to pocket, before leaning against Misha's chair. As soon as Tiac leaves the room, she will inspect the food for tampering. 

Slight of Hand = 12

Investigation = 19