"Let me know if you ever want to sell that little trinket. The arrows will be 1 gp and yes, I have brand-new deck of cards that will be 2 cp" says Udoth as he lets out a sigh as he was hoping to snag himself that magical bauble.
"That would be when you are ready to pay a fair price for the little trinket I would expect."The pale winged tiefling says with an amused smile, flipping Udoth two golden coins for the brand-new deck and the arrows, then ready to escort the half-elf out of the fence's lair and back into the relatively fresh air of the corridor outside.
Nisha collects her arrows and casts one last look at Udoth, barely suppressing a grin at his reaction, before she heads out of the fence's "office".
Once out of the suffocating room, she takes in a deep breath, happy to leave the clinging scent of cigars behind. She adjusts the weight of the backpack and glances over at Nathaniel, the corners of her lips curling into a small smile. "Quite the eventful night we've had," she remarks as she slowly turns to walk towards the other end of the corridor, where her own room is. She stops by the stairs, recalling that the tiefling would likely return to his bakery hideout, deeming it an appropriate point to bid goodbye.
"Well, thank you for tonight, Mr. Nathaniel, " Nisha says softly, feeling a bit strange all of a sudden. "I must confess, it was unexpectedly pleasant," she admits a bit unsure as if the words taste strange. Straightening her posture, the half-elf offers a brief nod. "Well, I shall see you in our employer's office in the morning then."
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"Indeed, it is a pity it is already over for some, but I have a feeling tomorrow will have it's fair share of excitement too."The pale winged tiefling says as the half-elf reaches her door. "And the pleasure was all mine I can assure you Ms. Nasha." He says with polite smile. "Oh, and there was one more thing..." He adds just before turning to leave, reaching to touch his talisman with one hand while reaching out towards the half-elf with the other, a soft warm light briefly spreading over the half-elf's wound, swiftly closing it like it was never there. "...my apologies, that was long overdue, I blame all the night's excitement, but hopefully your sleep will be a more restful and pleasant one now." He adds with a brief nod of his own, staying to make sure Nisha gets safely into her room before letting out a small sigh, then turning to walk down the stairs and out into the Hupperdook night to spend a healthy amount of his newly earned gold that is burning holes in his pockets.
(Healing Light: 9 so sorry, totally forgot I had that, will make sure to use it earlier tomorrow ;-)
Nisha blinks in surprise at the warmth spreading through her arm, the tiefling's magic weaving its mending touch. Caught off-guard, she offers a quiet "Goodnight" before turning swiftly and slipping into her room. Inside, the small chamber appears unoccupied, devoid of any immediate signs of her presence. She sets her backpack down, the worn leather making a soft thud against the wooden floor.
Removing her cloak, Nisha inspects her arm with disbelief. The skin is still a bit red but with no sign of the wound left by the crossbolt, except for the dried blood on her clothes.
The rogue then retrieves the small figurine, settling onto the bed. She examines the cat-headed sculpture under the soft glow of the room's lamp, a faint grin playing at the corners of her lips. With curious fingers, she traces the intricate lines and etchings, observing its design.
After spending some time looking at the cat head figure, Nisha finally falls asleep, the bed welcoming her weary body.
In the morning, Nisha will dress quickly, taking a moment to arrange the room to appear untouched again, just as Sleek has taught her during their years together. After some breakfast downstairs, she sets out towards the constabulary once more. Her pace is deliberate, although not overly hurried, arriving a bit late at Bram's office.
Eventually everyone gathers at Bram's office, and he looks tired with bags underneath his eyes. He waits for everyone to arrive and as he does so he drinks coffee from his mug which is white with pink gears clustered together to resemble a heart.
"It took me all night to find the file, but I found it and not where I thought it would be. It was in the old constabulary building in the storage locker of Abram Highland a city guard who passed away years ago." There is a look of sadness on Bram's face as it seems to have brought back bad memories. "I need you to investigate the Dying Vield guild hall." He hands over a small notecard with the address. "Before going I recommend stopping by Lay of the Land Herbalist for curatives as I am not sure who are what you may encounter. Maybe the assassin guild hall is just any empty shell of a building, but my hunch is there is something going on there and the supposed eradication of the guild was fabricated or possibly not the whole truth. In the meantime, I will try to set up an audience with Judicator Augustine. Any questions?"
Having come into the Watchmaster's office fashionably late, the pale winged tiefling slumps into a free chair, tiredly smiling with amusement as he sees Bram's mug, looking like he hadn't quite the sleep he needed, but being quite used to that he is more or less the same as every early morning, listening with all the attention he can muster to Bram's instructions. He would need at least two more cups of strong black coffee to formulate any relevant questions so he stays silent for now, glancing over at the others, hoping they are all in better shape.
(Would Nathaniel know where to find the herbalist?)
"Ahhh, old Bram must be in love," Nisha ponders, scrutinizing the mug with an indifferent expression, her mind attempting to recall the name of the person Bram mentioned last night. 'Nida? Nima?' Yes, Nima sounds somewhat familiar, although the rogue isn't entirely sure. She wasn't exactly paying attention then. Nevertheless, she adds it to the list of mental notes she's been making.
"What happened to Ebar Hall?" she inquires, remembering the other gnome from last night. "And where can we find this guild hall we need to investigate?"
Kaelen just walks in and takes the seat he has usually taken “Would be good, we might be able to stop by the church and pick up some healing potions there as well.”
"Ebar Hall is being detained at a safehouse. It will take some time to convince him to reveal all his misdeeds. Laine has the address for the guild hall." says Bram. He then tells everyone where to find Lay of the Land Herbalist shop.
"Sorry, sorry," Gavyn says, stumbling in with his shield clanking against his shell. "I was looking to buy some last-minute equipment. Where are we headed? This assassin guild hall it sounds like?"
"We'll go to the 'Lay of the Land' first, get some potions. Then we head to the guild hall. Everyone ready to head out?"he asks. Compared to yesterday he seems to be taking on a more direct approach with the group.
The pale winged tiefling gets up from his chair again with some effort, nodding to Laine, ready to come along to the herbalist before investigating the old assassin guild hall, hoping to pick up a strong and hot black coffee or two on the way there.
Meanwhile downstairs at the Sootswallow Lodge, the pale winged tiefling downs another cup of coffee, offering the others waiting for the tortle to finish his business with Udoth their pick of pastries that he has on a plate beside the cup. "Hope you all slept well."He says with a weak smile, taking a bite from a still hot apple and cinnamon sweet roll . "So, anyone know anything about this guild? I suppose I could make an aerial reconnaissance of the place before we enter." He suggests with a shrug although not seeming too keen on taking to the air this early in the morning.
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"Let me know if you ever want to sell that little trinket. The arrows will be 1 gp and yes, I have brand-new deck of cards that will be 2 cp" says Udoth as he lets out a sigh as he was hoping to snag himself that magical bauble.
"That would be when you are ready to pay a fair price for the little trinket I would expect." The pale winged tiefling says with an amused smile, flipping Udoth two golden coins for the brand-new deck and the arrows, then ready to escort the half-elf out of the fence's lair and back into the relatively fresh air of the corridor outside.
Nisha collects her arrows and casts one last look at Udoth, barely suppressing a grin at his reaction, before she heads out of the fence's "office".
Once out of the suffocating room, she takes in a deep breath, happy to leave the clinging scent of cigars behind. She adjusts the weight of the backpack and glances over at Nathaniel, the corners of her lips curling into a small smile. "Quite the eventful night we've had," she remarks as she slowly turns to walk towards the other end of the corridor, where her own room is. She stops by the stairs, recalling that the tiefling would likely return to his bakery hideout, deeming it an appropriate point to bid goodbye.
"Well, thank you for tonight, Mr. Nathaniel, " Nisha says softly, feeling a bit strange all of a sudden. "I must confess, it was unexpectedly pleasant," she admits a bit unsure as if the words taste strange. Straightening her posture, the half-elf offers a brief nod. "Well, I shall see you in our employer's office in the morning then."
DM: Hoard of the Dragon Queen Adventure, Dragons of Stormwreck Isle and even more dragons
"Indeed, it is a pity it is already over for some, but I have a feeling tomorrow will have it's fair share of excitement too." The pale winged tiefling says as the half-elf reaches her door. "And the pleasure was all mine I can assure you Ms. Nasha." He says with polite smile. "Oh, and there was one more thing..." He adds just before turning to leave, reaching to touch his talisman with one hand while reaching out towards the half-elf with the other, a soft warm light briefly spreading over the half-elf's wound, swiftly closing it like it was never there. "...my apologies, that was long overdue, I blame all the night's excitement, but hopefully your sleep will be a more restful and pleasant one now." He adds with a brief nod of his own, staying to make sure Nisha gets safely into her room before letting out a small sigh, then turning to walk down the stairs and out into the Hupperdook night to spend a healthy amount of his newly earned gold that is burning holes in his pockets.
(Healing Light: 9 so sorry, totally forgot I had that, will make sure to use it earlier tomorrow ;-)
Nisha blinks in surprise at the warmth spreading through her arm, the tiefling's magic weaving its mending touch. Caught off-guard, she offers a quiet "Goodnight" before turning swiftly and slipping into her room. Inside, the small chamber appears unoccupied, devoid of any immediate signs of her presence. She sets her backpack down, the worn leather making a soft thud against the wooden floor.
Removing her cloak, Nisha inspects her arm with disbelief. The skin is still a bit red but with no sign of the wound left by the crossbolt, except for the dried blood on her clothes.
The rogue then retrieves the small figurine, settling onto the bed. She examines the cat-headed sculpture under the soft glow of the room's lamp, a faint grin playing at the corners of her lips. With curious fingers, she traces the intricate lines and etchings, observing its design.
After spending some time looking at the cat head figure, Nisha finally falls asleep, the bed welcoming her weary body.
In the morning, Nisha will dress quickly, taking a moment to arrange the room to appear untouched again, just as Sleek has taught her during their years together. After some breakfast downstairs, she sets out towards the constabulary once more. Her pace is deliberate, although not overly hurried, arriving a bit late at Bram's office.
DM: Hoard of the Dragon Queen Adventure, Dragons of Stormwreck Isle and even more dragons
Eventually everyone gathers at Bram's office, and he looks tired with bags underneath his eyes. He waits for everyone to arrive and as he does so he drinks coffee from his mug which is white with pink gears clustered together to resemble a heart.
"It took me all night to find the file, but I found it and not where I thought it would be. It was in the old constabulary building in the storage locker of Abram Highland a city guard who passed away years ago." There is a look of sadness on Bram's face as it seems to have brought back bad memories. "I need you to investigate the Dying Vield guild hall." He hands over a small notecard with the address. "Before going I recommend stopping by Lay of the Land Herbalist for curatives as I am not sure who are what you may encounter. Maybe the assassin guild hall is just any empty shell of a building, but my hunch is there is something going on there and the supposed eradication of the guild was fabricated or possibly not the whole truth. In the meantime, I will try to set up an audience with Judicator Augustine. Any questions?"
Laine picks up the notecard, studies the address, and then places it with a pocket of his robes.
"It's always best to prepare for the unknown when walking into unsure circumstances," he muses. "No questions from me."
Having come into the Watchmaster's office fashionably late, the pale winged tiefling slumps into a free chair, tiredly smiling with amusement as he sees Bram's mug, looking like he hadn't quite the sleep he needed, but being quite used to that he is more or less the same as every early morning, listening with all the attention he can muster to Bram's instructions. He would need at least two more cups of strong black coffee to formulate any relevant questions so he stays silent for now, glancing over at the others, hoping they are all in better shape.
(Would Nathaniel know where to find the herbalist?)
Nathaniel would know if he ever needed to find herbs or curative potions.
"Ahhh, old Bram must be in love," Nisha ponders, scrutinizing the mug with an indifferent expression, her mind attempting to recall the name of the person Bram mentioned last night. 'Nida? Nima?' Yes, Nima sounds somewhat familiar, although the rogue isn't entirely sure. She wasn't exactly paying attention then. Nevertheless, she adds it to the list of mental notes she's been making.
"What happened to Ebar Hall?" she inquires, remembering the other gnome from last night. "And where can we find this guild hall we need to investigate?"
DM: Hoard of the Dragon Queen Adventure, Dragons of Stormwreck Isle and even more dragons
Kaelen just walks in and takes the seat he has usually taken “Would be good, we might be able to stop by the church and pick up some healing potions there as well.”
"Ebar Hall is being detained at a safehouse. It will take some time to convince him to reveal all his misdeeds. Laine has the address for the guild hall." says Bram. He then tells everyone where to find Lay of the Land Herbalist shop.
"Sorry, sorry," Gavyn says, stumbling in with his shield clanking against his shell. "I was looking to buy some last-minute equipment. Where are we headed? This assassin guild hall it sounds like?"
(We can do a flash back with Udoth if you like)
"We'll go to the 'Lay of the Land' first, get some potions. Then we head to the guild hall. Everyone ready to head out?" he asks. Compared to yesterday he seems to be taking on a more direct approach with the group.
The pale winged tiefling gets up from his chair again with some effort, nodding to Laine, ready to come along to the herbalist before investigating the old assassin guild hall, hoping to pick up a strong and hot black coffee or two on the way there.
Without making any further comments, Nisha heads out, following the rest of the group to their next destination.
DM: Hoard of the Dragon Queen Adventure, Dragons of Stormwreck Isle and even more dragons
Laine sticks his hands into his pockets, following his sleepy companions towards the shop.
The party files out of Bram's office and Gavyn can stop by Udoth at the Sootswallow Lodge on the way to the Lay of the Land Herbalist shop.
Gavyn can split off from the party while the others head to the herbalist shop, or they can wait for Gavyn to purchase what he needs.
Udoth is his usual stern self when Gavyn knocks on his door.
"What do you want?"
Meanwhile downstairs at the Sootswallow Lodge, the pale winged tiefling downs another cup of coffee, offering the others waiting for the tortle to finish his business with Udoth their pick of pastries that he has on a plate beside the cup. "Hope you all slept well." He says with a weak smile, taking a bite from a still hot apple and cinnamon sweet roll . "So, anyone know anything about this guild? I suppose I could make an aerial reconnaissance of the place before we enter." He suggests with a shrug although not seeming too keen on taking to the air this early in the morning.