Star Metal Marauders- Highway Harvest

( Apparently in D&D cats can not see in the dark....we'll see what decent Perception bonuses give me.

Either in bucket or with claws sunk into rope)

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Bjorn nods and kneels down to examine the lock. [Should we say that Vars can Help me make the check?]

[Trying to imagine tying a rope around a cat, lol. Could we lower her down in that bucket? Then she can hop out if there's space to explore below.]

 Sure Vars can assist on the lock for advantage 

(Lets use which ever bucket seems to be in better shape, so Frangi can get in and out. We can throw a torch down there if needed?)

Sparhawk makes sure the rope is very securely tied to the better of the two buckets. 
"Ready, my feline friend?"

He'll let Frangipani get in and gently lower her down the hole.

Vars helps Bjorn with the lock, muttering something under his breath as he inspects the old thing.

You lower Frangipani down the shaft in her Kitty form. About 15’ down she can see a sliding door similar to the one she entered. Further down the shaft she can see a wooden platform that the rope and pulley are connected to and an open door. This open doorway is approximately 50’ and seems likely the bottom of the shaft.

Frangipani attempted to hook open the sliding door as she passed it, though doubted her claws were strong enough.

When she reached the bottom she jumped out of the bucket and moved carefully towards the door.

Perception:17

Stealth:16

“Meow twice for a quick pull up Frangipani” Sparhawk says, a bit worried. “Boys, any luck with that lock?”

Dexterity with tool proficiency: 8

"Ah, right -- when it's dwarves, ye need the long one. Good call, I would've been here til sundown." Bjorn looks up at Sparhawk and Eberk. "There's a solid half inch of dummy tumblers in yer average dwarf lock. Other folk don't do that, you know. It's indicative of an overly suspicious character."

“You’re the only suspicious character I see, Bjorn.” Eberk looks around the room for any writing or familiar markings. 

Perception: 13

or Investigation: 14

“Or those who value their gold” Sparhawk continues to focus on cat Frangipani, waiting for her signal to raise her up once she has a good peek at down below. 

“If you do get that lock opened, keep it latched until Frangipani and I are free to assist. Wouldnt want some undead dwarven king attacking us.”

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Frangipani attempted to hook open the sliding door as she passed it, though doubted her claws were strong enough.

When she reached the bottom she jumped out of the bucket and moved carefully towards the door.

Perception:16

Stealth:7

 The kitty lands on the floor with a louder thump than expected.  She can see she is in a large pantry area of a kitchen of quite a large size. The pantry has no doors and she can see out into kitchen proper. There is a statue across the room of a dwarf with a huge nose holding up a platter like a trophy. The rest of the kitchen is dark, but she can see the outlines of cupboards,  a large fireplace and oven.

This room is fairly plain and likely used more by servants than the owner. At least that's the impression you get.

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Dexterity with tool proficiency: 14

"Ah, right -- when it's dwarves, ye need the long one. Good call, I would've been here til sundown." Bjorn looks up at Sparhawk and Eberk. "There's a solid half inch of dummy tumblers in yer average dwarf lock. Other folk don't do that, you know. It's indicative of an overly suspicious character."

 After some tugs and some turns you get the lock to open

"Hey, I'll have you know I've never done anything morally ambiguous in my life." Bjorn grins as he tucks the tools back into their roll. "Hope you're right about that gold, Captain. We're in."

"Alright Bjorn and Vars, nice work with that Dwarven lock. Lets get Frangipani back up, see what she found, and open this door." Sparhawk looks down the hole. "Frangipani? Here kitty kitty kitty....come on up." 

Frangipani headed back to the bucket to relay her findings.

"Bjorn, I've unfortunately discovered that what is defined as morally right or wrong by the person or group is often conveniently abused to meet their needs." Sparhawk rubs his broken nose. "I suppose that is one reason I've been exiled from my order. My superiors and I had a bit of a 'disagreement' about morals." Sparhawk looks at him. "Who are we to judge your morals? They define who you are, and for the most part, we like you well enough."

When Sparhawk hears and feels Frangipani, he calls down. "Are you there and ready?"  He will gently pull her up unless she meows twice.

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Sparhawk strains to hear a sound, but the small hole acts as an echo chamber. He hears Frangipani Meow and pulls her up.

"What did you see, Frangipani?"