While her search turns up nothing close to as exciting as the lockbox and its items, Jirel would still at least point it out to the others so they could make note of them. A side thought crosses her mind and she’d suggest someone to copy the lock combination down. One never knows if it could ever come in handy. 

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 Jirel doesn't find anything dangerous or suspicious in her search.  She does turn up two mildly interesting finds...

• A night table in the master bedroom is bolted to the floor.  It is very solidly built and you discover that it has a steel safe built into the interior.  It is open and empty.  A note inside shows the combination to the lock.
• On the balcony, a decorative vase with a lid hides a safety feature.  Stamped on the lid is Fire Escape - Approved: Fraternal Order of Code Enforcers.  Inside the vase is a coiled rope, tied with thick knots every four feet.  Based on the length, it looks like enough to reach from this 4th floor balcony down to the street below.

From there the goliath takes extra snacks and drinks, then departs the room for her bath. A much needed one. Soot, ash, debris, blood and sweat… it was time to wash it all away. She’d have taken her time to inspect her frame, bandaging up the rest of the cuts and scrapes as she bathed, while also having Tylaerys to help with her back and her hair. 

Jirel eventually emerges, quietly from the chambers, hair still wet. Shed of her gear and most of her heavy furs, the Goliath’s skin and accompanying scars are as visible as her toned muscles moving beneath. While she’s quite behind on the intellectual conversing, the things that do catch her ears make them twitch. At one point Jirel chuffs at Finn. “Didn’t ya meet Red Wizards when we infiltrated the cultist camp with the Garbage men.” She crosses her arms and pops a brow, recalling what she witnessed through the eyes of the horse during that mission. 

“Bard ya know?” The goliath gestures over her shoulder to the window where the sad slow song in the alleyway.

Honey eyes cast to Yeshil, “Takes much more than that teh do me in, Little One.” Jirel chuffs again at the little one casting her assumptions her way.

Jirel maintains her stance while the discussion derails and the new addition is prompted by Finn and finally unloads her beef. Slowly the goliath comes to stand before the little one. She’s not forcing to impose herself on Yeshil, but to let the young one fully see her. “What may seem as gifts to some, may actually be a burden.” The woman was indeed peppered with marks of battle, however the most garish scars of them all were front and centre. X like slashes, relatively fresh, no more than a ten day old, cross over her chest while an older one rests at the base of her abdomen, as if she were gutted by the same greataxe she wields. “No one is born equal. An’ we all have insecurities.” Her voice wasn’t harsh, but it was firm. “I am a runt. Gutted of my future. Casted out an’ exiled.” Jirel only stood over 6ft tall. “It is up to you, teh embrace what makes ya different.” She tilts the little girls chin up to stare at her, to truly see into her eyes and gage the true passion behind this feisty little one. 

(May edit later to fix colour. There was a better way to say what Jirel’s trying to say but I’m running out of time to find the words to write and fix it…)
(Edited for colour. And there we go, Finn had the more elegant words that I was looking for/getting at. Sorry to have butted in.)

     “Well yeah, I suppose,” Finn answers Jirel.  “So?”

     “I can do a generic Red Wizard.  I’ve said as much.  Copying a specific one is different.  It’s more than just seeing them once in a crowd.  The more familiar, the better I can do.. “

     Finn scoffs later when Jirel notes the sad song.  “Musician..   A bard would have an audience.”

     Later, when things are getting tense, Finns listens to Jirel talking to Yeshil and is wise enough to not interrupt…  after she’s finished, however, Finn waits a few moments and then adds “Nobody gets to choose what they are before they are born.  After we get a say…  some more than others… but we all just do the best we can. No matter what face you were it’s the persona that really makes you happy or not.  Trust me, I know…”

'Earlierish?'

'Just After Earlierish?'

Jararaka scratches her head at Yeshil's outburst, and glances over at Tylaerys sympathetically. Jararaka knows that if she was the target of this pointedness, she wouldn't be above biting a teen.

But seeing Yeshil holding back tears, she's suddenly at a loss of what to do. The girl didn't even have any of the alcohol, if she remembers right? After listening to Jirel and Finn's words, Jararaka slowly nods in agreement. She gives the hexling a pat on the shoulder, then goes to ruffle her hair, awkwardly unsure of which might be the more comforting gesture. "Hey, green's just a good colour. Ty's got what you don't have, but you've got what she doesn't have, right?"

With the green-skinned girl's outburst and later breakdown, the young blonde half-elf awkwardly stands back, not sure what to do or what to say. The girls words stung in a way she couldn't understand. Admittedly the half-elf's looks had likely been helpful since she left her home in Waterdeep not many tendays ago, but being a bastard half-breed freak with patches of disfiguring scales had not garnered her any love from her parents, particularly her stuck-up excuse for a father. She was just discovering a life away from her noble family, together with friends that accepted her for what she was. She hadn't realized her appearance could be provoking. A part of her wanted to comfort the girl and reassure her of her beauty, but she just couldn't take another outburst from the girl right now. She was aspiring to be a harper agent, ready to put her life in great danger to help those in need and oppose the evils of the realms, like the cult of the dragon, and she couldn't afford to be affected like this by the outburst of an insecure child. "I think I better leave..." Tylaerys says after a moment of awkward silence. "...perhaps we'll meet up at Stonyeyes later." She says with a quick weak smile to the others before heading out the door.

( Hp recovered after short rest: 10 )

Yeshil sits motionless, with her face hidden under her hood and her legs tucked to her chest, as the others share their thoughts. But it is not until the door closes behind Tylaerys that the girl looks up. There is no attempt to disguise the expression on her face - she looks guilty. Having tried her best to wound the half-elf with her words, she now feels guilty for succeeding. Wiping her eyes, she looks at the others, and shares one more thought, speaking quietly but rapidly:

I was.. was actually heading for Candlekeep, before I stopped here. I heard there were some books there about Iggwilv. You heard of her? They say she was, like, adopted by Baba Yaga, and she became one of the most powerful magic-users ever. Well... I thought that... if she was only adopted by a witch and became so awesome, but I was born from one - or created, I guess, I dunno - then maybe I could become a powerful mage too.

So yeah, I s'pose we all have our thing, right? I didn't mean to... it's just that... Sometimes it's hard to see this as a gift... I guess we always want what we don't have, right? Then with a smirk she adds: The grass is always greener, or something like that.

Then with a final sigh, Yeshil says: Sorry about your friend, and for being such a cow. I really would like to help you guys out. If you want.

Jararaka gives an uncertain hum at the name of this powerful mage, clearly haven't heard of her, but she goes along with it anyway. "Sure, maybe even better than her, you're already pretty good at swiping papers with... whatever you used."

She gives Yeshil a knock on the head gently (but her knuckles are quite bony). "Can't believe I'm the one sayin' this but, number one rule of a band is at least tolerating each other. You want spoils of the hunt, you be a part of the hunt. If you wanna say sorry, tell it to Ty."

"C'mon, if wanna have a chat with people, we gotta get there before they get blackout drunk." Jararaka hops out of her chair and heads out towards Stonyeyes area as well. If Yeshil the new face will listen, she starts preaching like she's selling a product-- about a deity of storms and challenges, Ny'rath, also known as the Azure King, "so what I'm saying is, He casts his gaze on those who dare to challenge, y'know, braving the storms. I think you fit the bill. Look to the skies and know He sees the courageous..."

     “If I don’t get at least a few hours sleep in one of those posh beds tonight someone’s going to be sorry!” Finn jokingly complains as they head out to find their runaway leader.  “Imagine, heading out to a bar this late at night.  It’s all but scandalous!”

Yeshil smiles sheepishly and nods to the three. Alright then.

The kid doesn't seem overly blessed with social skills - probably a side effect of growing up different to the other kids. Working with others will be a new experience.

• Where is Tylaerys headed, if not straight to the Stoneyeyes neighborhood?
• Are the others headed straight for Stoneyeyes?

Tylaerys would not be in a hurry, staying a while downstairs for a while, part of her wanting the others to catch up as she really is kind of miserable on her own, but she also hopes to make herself useful, peeking to see if she can spot where that ledger is at if she decides later to find out who the prominent party checking in here tomorrow is. 

Perception if needed: 16

As she said, Jararaka really is just taking a stroll. Being too busy can make one unnecessarily noticeable, afterall. She catches up to Tylaerys, and then strays outside for a little bit, loitering and peering at the nearby stalls. She comes back with half a dozen of sugar-coated pastry already chewing on the dessert even though she just had the meal upstairs. She tosses everyone a pastry as they wander out.

[I think we are all heading to Stonyeyes together?]

     Finn is just taking the opportunity to go out, following the others.  He had thought they were doing nothing tonight but if a jaunt yo an establishment is happening, he’s in!  (So just following the others…)

(Yes, heading to Stonyeyes, together :-)

As the group catch up to Tylaerys, Yeshil doesn't miss the pointed look and gentle prod from Jirel, and approaches the half-elf to offer an apology. At first she only looks at her feet, speechless, but finally looks up, thrusts her hand out, offering to shake, and with a sheepish grin simply says: Friends?

The young blonde half-elf seems relieved, even to the point she seems to hold back tears, taking the green-skinned girl's hand gently in hers. "Of course I'll be your friend Yeshil." She says with a warm and gentle smile, her silvery eyes filled with gratitude. "You are very pretty Yeshil, I know something about not having been reassured about that. Just stay on with us now and you will have the best friends a young woman can hope for." She adds after a moment, like the two were sharing more than the green-skinned girl might realize. "Now lets have a drink and have some girl talk over at Stonyeyes, and maybe we will do some investigation while we're at it." She continues with a wink, then looking around at the others to see if they all were ready to leave. "So, how did you end up with the Arcane Brotherhood Yeshil? From what I've heard only the most promising wielders of arcane magic are even considered to join this prestigious group. Not that I in any way doubt you deserve your place there, I'm just impressed with someone as young as you coming so far." She asks Yeshil as they all leave for Stonyeyes.

Yeshil rolls her eyes a little bit as Tylaerys gushes out her sincere and somewhat saccharine words of encouragement, but the expression is accompanied by a genuine smile and a slight blush. As they walk and 'girl-talk', Yeshil explains a little more of her association with the Brotherhood:

Oh, well I'm not exactly a member of the Brotherhood. You're right, it's like an invite-only club for powerful wizards. But the wizards themselves can't do everything, right? There's people working for them that aren't actual members, mostly in Luskan but in other cities too. Administrators, librarians, informants, diplomats, you name it. Most don't get paid in coin, but there are other benefits, like access to their restricted collections and stuff.

I left home and went to Luskan to study, cos the Brotherhood have a public library. It was a bit tough at first cos I didn't have any money or anywhere to stay. Gath, the head librarian wizard caught me pinching his food one time, but instead of kicking me out, he made me his assistant. Said I had the right skillset. I'd run errands for him, deliver messages, listen in on conversations, pinch this or that. He would teach me some magic, as well as give me food and a place to sleep.

Eventually I'd read everything I could at Luskan, so Gath suggested I go try Candlekeep. He said as long as I stay in touch and keep helping the Brotherhood out, then he'd sponsor my continued studies, maybe nominate me for membership some day...

Finally, with a slightly bitter tone, Yeshil adds: He's the only friend I ever had. Only parent I ever had, actually.