Alan's hand stays on his crossbow and he narrows his eyes. 

"I... Tabaxi? You're this catman! (Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub) Where do you come from? Katmandu? And how did you get into the city?" Alan asks, still wary but starting to come back to himself.

Fargrim walks obviously into the building, looking for someone who appears to be in charge, but not currently engaged with mourners or services.

Perception: 15

Teller gives the small female a curious look as she inspects around him, "I admit I bear a striking resemblance to your typical household feline; but I assure you I am just as much a person as you are. And I like the robes, they make me look important. As for how I got into the city," he shows the advertisement, "I simply walked in. I wanted to join. You all seemed like members, thought I would introduce myself. And if you would so kind as to remove your hand from your crossbow my friend, I think we would all feel much more at ease. I wouldn't feel threatened and you have no reason to distrust me. My name is Many Stories, but you my friends may call me Teller."  

Fargrim and Solastor notice a well dressed man wearing black near the front of the room watching the goings on and making sure everything is running smoothly. This appears to be the undertaker. 

Arynn begins to follow the figure, keeping him in sight but after only a few feet you kick a board and the figure looks back and takes off at a run not allowing you if you run after him to gain any ground on him. 

"Wait!" Arynn calls, rushing after him. (Dash to keep up, and if need be use ki to take an additional dash as a bonus action.)

Solastor attempts to motion to the man without disrupting the services. If he gets the man's attention he will motion towards his office and make his way there.

They figure turns to see where Arynn is and when he sees you are getting close he turns your direction and stops, his face still hidden to your sight in the deep cloak.

If the figure stops Arynn will continue to get close to them, dodge-ing just in case it's a setup. "You... You were watching. Why did you run away, and who are you?"

"Many Stories? Weird name. Alright, kitty," Alan says as he removes his hand from his crossbow. "I'm just surprised they let you in here. They don't really care for non-humans around here."

The figure begins to laugh with a semi-familiar voice. "I am just keeping track of my masters property. It would be a shame if you were damaged."

Arynn scowls, thinking that he knows who it is. He steps forward. "Damaged... You're keeping plenty of cards to your chest; maybe you know what happened to the gravedigger. Perhaps we should shed some light on this." He quick draws his shortsword in an attempt to cut at the hood (rather than the person themself) to let sunlight shine on them.

(Welp, this seems suicidal, but something he'd do.)

Shortsword: 10 vs. AC. Hit: 7 piercing damage.

Then spend 1 ki on Patient Step to take a Dodge as a bonus action.

Teller gives the man before him a distant stare, seemingly ignoring the 'kitty' comment. "Why on earth would that be? I function the same as any other individual would! In the fact the only real difference is that I look feline where as others have no fur. None the less, I assumed you two are already members here? Would you be so kind as to show me around? I'm afraid to wander on my own, I nearly got lost trying to find this place as it is." He says motioning to the little halfling and the man before him. 

Seeing the man not answering Solastor's gesture, Fargrim walks up, attempting to make as little ruckus as possible as a dwarf in chainmail at a funeral can, and says quietly to the man at the first opportunity out of earshot of others,  "My friend and I were looking to help make arrangements for a family which recently experienced a tragedy. Can we speak to you privately for a moment?"

"Don't ask me. I'm not from around here. But I'm just heading back in to finish breakfast. Pretty sure there's some milk and a bowl in there for you somewhere." Alan said, completely genuine with his comment. 

Arynn, You cut the cowl back and it flutters to the street as the figure of the Vampire you saw in the caves stands there smiling at you. "Ahh, you figured out who I was after all. You are smarter than I gave you credit for. Perhaps you will be a better servant than I thought. I need to remember that the Master knows better than I." He then turns to walk away. 

The mortician looks at Fargim while he speaks and then motions to another man who comes over to take his place and them indicates with his hand towards the office and leads Fargrim there. Once inside with Fargrim and Solastor he shuts the door and moves behind a desk while grabbing a pen and parchment. "So what is it exactly that I can do for you two gentlemen." He speaks with a high pitched, almost squeaky voice. Sounding almost as if he had recently sucked on helium. 

"Oh no, me and my brother just arrived here ourselves, I know very little about the town. I am Avery Highdale, it's nice to meet you Teller. Now if you excuse me, I gotta get me some food." Avery tugs on Alan's clothes.

"Come on, where's dining room?"

"Where do you think I'm goin', little miss?" Alan says as he looks down at the halfling tugging on his clothes.

At the mention of some milk Teller's ears perk and his whiskers twitch with excitement. He follows the three individuals, eager to acquire some food, milk, and to get to know these fascinating strangers. As they are walking, "Excuse me, Miss Highdale, might I ask what has brought you to the Guild?"