This isn't the time to bring more bad news, Ayrnn thinks to himself, deciding to leave the family to their funeral rites.

 Avery perks up at the mention of food, but still eyes Alan suspicously.

"Alright, I'll forgive earlier ignorance, as long as we can get something to eat. I'm starving. What about you, Garrett?"'

Garrett nods, his hood having fallen back from Avery's constant pulling, revealing a similar, if smaller, mane of red hair and an impressive set of mutton chops. Comparing the two its easy to see they are related. Same hair, same green eyes, freckles, and other very similar facial features. The most alarming difference is the set of fresh scars that almost cover entire of the left side of Garrett's face.

"Actually sister, I think I'll just head straight for our room. Leg is starting to ache."

The elderly pastry woman smiled at Fargrim and Solastor with a sad smile. "I'm sorry dearie for your loss. The undertaker lives down near the docks near the warehouse district. People feel a bit uncomfortable living next to people who are dead so he was forced to move down there." She lays a gentle hand on your arm with sympathy. 

Teller, As you arrive at the guild house you see a well dressed man standing by the gate watching a couple smaller figures following a man as they headed into the guild house. The well dressed man turns back to close the gate and he notices you approaching. He sighs as he notices you approaching and seems to straighten his spine like someone had put a metal rod down his back. He looks you in the eye and speaks with a very proper tone in his voice like a British butler. "May I help you.....Sir?"

Arynn, Please do a perception check.

"Thank you for your kind words," Fargrim says. Following her directions, he heads down to the docks with Solaster.

"Oh! Hello there, my name is Many Stories, but you may call me Teller!" He hands the man his copy of the advertisement. "I would very much like to join this here group. You see, I am a traveling historian and I have an excellent feeling about the League; therefore I would like to be the one to chronicle its adventures. And if that's not something you're looking for I do happen to be rather talent in the arcane." Teller says with a bright smile. 

The well dressed gentleman looks you over with a sniff and points a those that just entered the guild house. "That gentleman is a member and can tell you what they are working on right now. When Lord Hightower is available he will want to speak with you but for now you may be a member on a provisional basis."

Arriving at the docks district Solastor and Falgrim see the undertakers office. It appears that a funeral is currently going on. People dressed in all black are entering and exiting on a regular basis from the building. 

With a large smile on his face, Teller enters, eager to catch up with the individuals which were pointed out to him. "Excuse me! Please wait for me!"

Perception: 15 (Passive 15 is it required)

Arynn as you turn to walk away you notice a cloaked figure watching you also suddenly turn and disappear up a side alley.

Arynn glances back to the alley, then decides that if someone is tailing him, he should work out what's going on. He decides to follow them, attempting to keep an eye on them, but without bringing too much attention to himself.

Perception: 17
Stealth: 12

(If it comes to a running game, Arynn has a base speed of 40 feet ;-) )

Alan turned around to see who was calling after him and stopped at the sight of Teller. 

"Monster!" He yelled, reaching for a weapon. 

Solastor moves to the door of the Undertaker's Office and try to glance in without impeding the door. He looks to see if there is a side office within that they might speak with the Undertaker quietly without disrupting the service. Either way, he will also move just into the door and hugging the back wall.

Fargrim follows Solastor's lead, allowing the human to handle the delicate situation at hand. 

"Monster?" Avery turns to look at what Alan is yelling about. She squints in the direction trying to make out the form.

"Is that a giant cat?"

Teller comes to a halt. "Monster? Giant Cat? Excuse me? I would appreciate it if you would not lower me to such a base. You behave as if you have never seen a Tabaxi before. Please, the gentleman behind me said I was a provisional member, I simply wished to catch up with who I assumed to be other members of this guild. I must say, I am quite insulted." Teller stands with his arms crossed, a hurt look on his face; and his whiskers twitching.

"Apologizes, forgive me for my rudeness, but you seem more than a little fantastical to me. Not sure if that's a good thing considering the area." Avery says as begin to circle the tabaxi, looking him over curiously.

Harold looks at the exchange between the different individuals and seems to get a small smile for a split second and then he rushes past everyone inside and disappears down the hallway. The main hall as you enter still has a generous amount of food and drinks on the tables and side board.