When I hear Camus holler I say “Yes sir, wizard skeleton!” as the skull and I do our best to baricade the door with tables and chairs in the 30seconds before it disappears.   

“help is on the way! I yell, bounding up the stairs with mace drawn. However, seeing the door open and no Braxton, I commend Chlorys and Camus for their resourcefulness then begin methodically looting: 

(Investigation: 15  )

“Pushed him out of a window, did you? Great intimidation tactic; very menacing!”

"I wish we had had the chance!" Chlorys says. She follows Camus action to help and scan the water looking for our intended target.

(I use the help action to help Camus look)

If we fail to find Braxton, I'm going to suggest we carve a message into the wall before we make a break for it.

No sign of Braxton. Just an old mast, some crates, a couple of barrels, one of which is whimpering and... wait, barrels don't whimper! Camus pulls the top off to reveal a cowering, bearded man, staring up at his masked face with fearful eyes.

"Mister Braxton?" I say, slowly removing my mask again. "It seems you've made a dangerous enemy... after all, it would take an absolute lunatic to send some like me out to cause trouble. I know you're a busy man, so I'll be quick. There's an individual who doesn't appreciate your business practices, and wanted to make sure that you're aware of his displeasure."

To emphasize my words, I cast the Chill Touch cantrip on the barrel (I do NOT want to actually hurt the guy, I'm legitimately starting to feel sorry for him and everyone else we just put through hell), letting the necrotic energy seep into the wood and cause it to putrefy around the unfortunate Braxton.

Attack: 25 Damage: 8

Braxton's pants follow the example of the earlier chef's, and he says nothing, just cowers.

(Dang... I'm genuinely feeling really bad for this guy lol. And Camus is ready to strangle Amadeus for this whole thing... this entire mission has been a total shit show from Camus's point of view.)

"Nothing personal," I say to the poor man as I put my mask back on, then look at Von and Chlorys. "Well ladies, I think our work here is done... unless either of you have anything else to say or do. But I suspect that this poor man has gotten the message that Mister A wanted us to deliver. I'm ready to get the hell out of here, collect our gold from that bastard, and wash our hands of this whole cursed affair. And Mister Braxton, I sincerely hope that the rest of your night goes better... I took no joy in any of this of this business."

“Additionally, if you in turn were impressed with our services, cooperation could potentially be in our future. There are certainty worse figures to work for.“ I say to Braxton, putting back any items I've stolen that couldn't be used against us (I.e. weapons). “No sense in looting a future employer! Enjoy the rest of your evening.” 

As we leave i cast Mending on the lock. 

"Not sure you can do much about the lock," I say with a chuckle as I notice Von trying to repair what's left of the door. "By the way, would you mind using Prestidigitation to clean my grimmoire real quick?"

“What do I look like, a bard? I can’t prestidigitate, only thramaturge. Also what on earth are you? I’ve animated many a skeleton in my time but none of them were as competent or talkative as yourself.” 

"Oh right... sorry, guess I'm not as familiar with divine magic as arcane," I say. "As for what I am... uh... actually, that's kind of a difficult question. All I know for sure is that I was dead, but now I'm not. Most of my memory from before I came back is a blank void, except for my spells... but... I don't think that the death they brought me back from was the first one I experienced..."

As we continue down the stairs, I muse on my current condition... the necrotic energies that I've instinctively known how to manipulate ever since I rose... the power that sustains me.

"Lich?" I muse, pulling one of my soggy sleeves back to consider the ancient yellow bone. Undead, but still a thinking autonomous being... arcane magic... the book full of necromantic spells...

But I quickly dismiss the idea. A lich is a legendary spellcaster, able to use powers that mortals can barely even comprehend. I know that I'm a fairly talented wizard, but certainly not on that level! Still, I don't remember who I used to be... perhaps that legendary magic is locked away in the foggy recesses of my mind...

But something else occurs to me.

"Wait, you animate skeletons?" I say. "What deity did you say you worship? I thought that the all the 'good' deities forbid their followers from dealing in necromancy."

Chlorys can't help but pity Braxton, especially after he had soiled his pants. "I'm really sorry we had to do this to you sir." She called out following behind Camus and Von down he steps. Chlorys then turned her thoughts to the other case at hand, Camus. He, it, whatever he was, was a real type of horror that Chlorys had only ever heard about in stories as a young girl. Yet, he was unlike those she had heard about as well. He wasn't an absent minded being controlled by a dark force as far as she could tell. At least with Von Chlorys had an inkling of how to treat her, Camus was however, something else entirely. She was unsure of how to feel at the moment but did however want to collect her earnings from this now highly unwanted job. "So..." She started, "How should we handle Amadeus? If you ask me," she raises and eyebrow, "He needs a massive skull sent through his own establishment."

I pause in my musings.

"Honestly, I kind of want to turn that jackass inside out," I say. "This whole 'mission' was perhaps the most ill-conceived and, to be frank, idiotic, plan that I could imagine in this scenario. But I got the impression that he wasn't looking for critique on his 'genius' scheme. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if our little visit actually drums up more business for Braxton by getting him in the news. Maybe I'm just in a bad mood because of that fall I took, but everything about this situation was just strange and felt off. And knowing what kind of man we're working for, I wouldn't be all that surprised if he tried to shortchange us. I say that we try and collect our money first... and if he doesn't hand it over the instant we ask, we make sure that his night is infinitely worse than our friend Braxton's."

I go silent for a moment... then add:

"Also... you're a bard, right? Do you know Prestidigitation? I could prep the cantrip myself, but I really don't want to leave my grimoire covered in grime for several hours."

(Is everyone remaining in the Fliating Fighter as you speak, or are you leaving?)

I think we're getting out of here as long as that's alright with everyone... Camus just wants to get paid for this dirty job and then forget about it.

As you all migrate to the door, you step outside... only to be met with a wall of armor and pikes. Approaching the floating fighter is a company of city guards, dressed in shining plate armor and wielding deadly looking polearms and swords, all likely forged right here in Melvaunt. All of them have a sword and anchor badge affixed to their uniforms over their hearts. Leading them is a man with slightly more intricate armor, who wields a sword. One of the Floating Fighter's patrons is standing next to him, pointing at the three of you.

"I swear I'm going to strangle Amadeus," I mutter as I see the approaching company over Von's barricade. "I don't know about you ladies, but I really don't want to murder the city guards, especially over something as stupid as this. How good are the two of you at swimming?"

I’m going to slowly raise my hands and say “Hey fellas, let’s all stay calm; there’s no need to react so harshly for some simple tavern rowdiness.” and cast Calm Emotions on the group - trying to make them as indifferent to us as possible. (Von does not want to go swimming.) 

Camus slowly backs away, keeping his empty eye sockets trained on the guards. He really doesn't want to take another dive into the sea, but that kind of feels like the best option at the moment.

"Hey Chlorys..." I whisper. "You mind if I borrow that Bag of Holding? I think I'm about to take a swim, and I really don't want to soak my grimoire again... in fact, it might be a good idea just to pile everything we don't want to lose into the bag and then make a break for it; I'm pretty sure I have the best shot at evading these guys since I can hide under the waves as long as I need to. And, should worse come to worse and one or both of you get captured, having at least one of us on the outside drastically improves the odds of getting you out, especially since I can turn invisible. Plus, somehow I doubt I would make it to trial if they figure out what I am..."