The Forgotten Wish

Breldo groans. "He's one of THOSE Vanstroms? Suddenly that chin makes a lot more sense... If you think that one sired by Armel would be above pursuing a petty vendetta, I envy your naivete."

Slick starts searching, and after some time does find at least the painting that shows the lineage. It goes back quite a ways seems like, although... It doesn't take a lot of inspection to see that while the painting rosies it up a bit, the Vanstrom family seems convinced of their superior heritage. As in, what should be a heritage "tree" almost seems more like a heritage "line". There's very little outside influence, with one of the few branches, and one that a lot of focus is put on, being that they seem to have some kingly connection from... Eight, maybe nine generations ago.

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Sylvera pushes herself in, and of course expects immediate attention. For what it's worth, a guard does immediately come to meet the group. Though admittedly, it's evident that he's more expecting that something must be up if people are still coming in by what is now effectively night.

"What's the matter? Anything happening?"

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Breldo groans as he realizes the connection, and Bryon sits awkwardly at the realization that he may have guessed wrong. Their reverie briefly interrupted by footsteps, then the door opening again. The guard stepping in, with a few rudimentary rags in his hands, looking to pass them through the bars.

"Don't let that scum nab them of you."

Rick sighs and rolls up the family line and carefully stows it.

"Rick was wrong. Rick thinks now this is much, much less exciting than Rick hoped."

Shaking his head in disappointment,

"Oren maybe can take the hammer and swords for safe keeping? Rick thinks that is all Oren and Rick will find here now."

Oren frowns at Rick’s words.  Then after a bit shakes his head with a no.   “We’re not stealing any weapons.   We should get out of here before we are found here.”  
It is pretty evident he is uncomfortable with the whole breaking in and stealing thing.    

Rick looks hurt by the accusation, for about a tenth of a millisecond, before explaining his reasoning,

"Rick never said stealing! Oren is taking before Vanstrom can, Rick is confident Oren will return what Oren has taken while Rick is equally sure Vanstrom will return nothing Vanstrom takes."

Rick shrugs,

"Rick could take and hold for shopkeeper if Oren doesn't want to?"

"Happening? No, it already happened," Sylvera sniffs, eyeing the guard with her chin raised. "I received some rather... distressing news concerning one of my men. I hear your fool captain arrested him. I would like to know exactly under what charges he is being held. I also will be taking him back to the inn where he belongs. I am on a rather tight schedule and cannot afford to be delayed." She crosses her arms, waiting expectantly for a response. If she can avoid the big chinned idiot then she will. If not, well she'll deal with things as they come at her. 

The scruffy guard in question looks Sylvera up and down as she begins her spiel, his lips parting for a moment as if to ask "And who are you?" before he takes a proper glance at both her attire and manner of speech, and his "noble survival skills" set in. Instead he says "I'll just go grab the captain for you," and immediately scurries off upstairs.

A few more guards come to ogle it all from the sidelines, though judging by their general demeanor, while there is certainly an illusion of just being there in case of trouble, most just want to watch the potential show. By the time Vanstom is coming back down, the wide smile on his face is clearly forced.

"Ah, yes, I do remember you as well. Miss..?" he starts, waiting for an introduction before he would continue.

Sylvera scoffs, irritated that he doesn't know her name (though she knows full well that there is really no way he would know her name), "I am Lady Sylvera of house Lark, and I have been informed that you have taken one of my men into custody. I demand to know the meaning of this." She crosses her arms, looking down her nose at him even though he is the taller of the two. She intentionally leaves out that she is from Ghurna, feeling that her title should give her authority regardless of her home city. 

Nuria cowers behind the elven woman during the encounter. She clearly is uncomfortable with this amount of guards around her again. She shrinks even farther behind Sylvera when Vanstom enters.

Slick will take it on himself to grab the hammer and swords for Oren for the shopkeeper since his dwarven friend has gone silent.

"Rick thinks Oren and Rick should go now! Boss Pallen is probably wondering where Rick went!"

((Any rolls to depart the way they came in? Oren first, then Rick after with his climb speed.))

Breldo had taken the rags, and if the young girl or the simple fellow who gave her his shirt seem particularly cold, he'll toss them to the other cell, otherwise setting them aside for now.

"So in your purchasing of the Captain's family's dregs, I'm sure you were after a deal, as a businessman, but was everything above board? Would he have a legitimate claim against you? I wonder if this little charade is a matter of expediency or desperation..."

Oren's face stays impassive while Rick takes the items...but...he stays quiet and doesn't argue. 

He lets out a sigh and just instead says, "Which way out?"

"Rick thinks same? Unless friend Oren saw a better way?"

"No, I was just thinking a back way would be less seen, but it is probably boarded up, too."

He looks around anxiously, "I really do not feel right sneaking around like this."

"Rick will protect friend Oren. Rick is ready to go now. Oren first, Rick will hold the rope then climb down after."

Oren nods, "Yes, friend Rick, I will head down first."  Then he rolls his eyes, probably about what how he actually just spoke.

Rick will poke his head out to make sure the cost is clear then help Oren down.

((Probably another stealth and athletics for Oren? Athletics with advantage since Rick is helping with the rope?))

Rick then collects the rope, checks the coast and climbs stealthily down.

Perception: 19

Stealth: 14

"Ah yes, of course, noble house Lark! Not currently one of the seats, I believe?" he asks, then quickly continues.

"Myself I am of noble house Vanstrom, my family's involvement tracing back to the very day humans first set foot on this land!"

"... I don't quite believe your family has history in these lands?"

The snide comment, barely passing as an innocuous question, doesn't stop the abuse of genetic lines in front of them to continue speaking with all smiles. 

"Regardless, as an officer of the law, I had no choice but to arrest your man for slander and disturbing the peace. You should think that noble servants know better..? But we can discuss this however, as nobles do. Over some fine liquor, yes?"

(History checks can be rolled for more info on anything said. This next bit at least is for Sylvera as there is no way she wouldn't know.) 

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After slick oils up the goods for "safekeeping", the duo decide they've spent long enough in here and make a quick exit. Seems like the coast is clear! Oren goes first, Slick right behind him... 

(Stealth and athletics, yes.) 

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The three other cellmates beside the merchant seem to be listening attentively to what is being talked about, but beside the occasional snide comment from the drunkard do so mostly in quiet. The merchant shaking his head. 

"It was all for the crown, so very above board! Again, I don't know the deta..."

"I know the gosh darned details!" the drunk interrupts. 

"Vanstrom bastards go wage what is basically a war over nothing, and end up going so deep in their coffers for mercenaries that they start taking loans which they'll only afford if they can actually win and open the slipping mines. Crown doesn't care because they'll get their taxes either way,! Then when they still lose cause not one single hair on any of their bodies knows anything about war for damned centuries they first lose everything in the war, then the debtors come strip them for the rest! "

"That... Sounds correct," Bryon agrees, "But it's not as if... I don't think I have anything critical from them?" 

Khond should probably at least try to know some about nobles, being that a traveling performer may well try to prevail upon the local wealthy individuals for a place to perform at times.  Not to say he's sure to know much.

History: 16

Khond is aware "The seats" is something to do with how the elves govern and that's about it.