Gavyn seethes at himself and at those who abandoned him here. Where did they go, he wonders?  Should he report back to Bram?  Did they already do so? The ale flows as the tortle cannot make himself get up and leave.  Some part of him knows that the crew he was thrown in with tonight are still on the job and probably still here, even. He looks to the stairs but only sneers at it before turning back to his drink.

"I should've stayed in the library," he says to whomever is closest to him. "It's safe there. Defensible."

The novice fighter wobbles a little as he turns to his neighbor. "You ever look around a room and think about what you'd do if you were attacked? Where would you hide?  What could be a weapon or a shield or trap?"

He turns to look at the space around him, sweeping his arm in a sloppy gesture of what lay before he and his conversation partner.  Was that the same guy he was talking to before?

"This place is a death trap," he says, his sneer returning. "I thought it was the perfume putting me ill at ease but it's th' space. For one, there are too many people.  You'd think that would be helpful but this is not a phalanx. This is rabble."

He tries that word out again, chewing on the unfamiliar roundness of the word. "Rabble. Anyway, the exits are poorly placed, making a siege of this place way too easy. If you try to flee, you run into a...into a...a trap. Whatsitcalled?"

He pauses for a moment, his thoughts floating aimlessly around the concept he cannot recall in his haze. "For three," he says with too much emphasis. "There is almost no cover. It is open ground in here. Sure, there are plenty of makeshift weapons but a lot of those will actually break in a fight, maybe before you can even use them."

Was the person next to him always wearing a red shirt?  No, he was talking to the person on the other side. How much has he had to drink?  More than usual, that was for sure.

"I guess I would move as many tables and chairs onto the stage. There is probably a kind of exit up there that is unguarded and you get a little bit of high ground, at least. Not a lot of weapons though. The kitchen would be my second choice but I bet there would be a defensive force at the exit. Anyways, that's why I don't like this place. Too exposed, y'see."

Without really bringing his conversation to a natural conclusion, Dravyn stands abruptly and wanders over to the kitchen pushing the door open with one hand as he peers in.

"Yeah, definitely a second choice," he says to all the staff therein that look up at him. "Hey, do you guys make lettuce wraps?"

NIsha freezes. Whether it is because of Kaelen's sudden pat on her back or because of Nathaniel's words, it doesn't become very clear. She stiffly steps away from the safe and instead leaves the tiefling musing over the possible trap, while she moves towards the bed. It looks like there might be more than one trap in this small room so she tries her best to keep her eyes peeled and ears perked so she doesn't activate something somewhere. 

Maybe there will be something interesting under the mattress, who knows. 

Investigation: 14

There is nothing but lint under the mattress. 

Laine nods at Nathaniel's words. "Likely a code."

He stares at it a bit longer, attempting to decipher it, or make sense of it in some way. Intelligence Check: 15

The cooks in the Kitchen stop for a moment seeing a tortle enter. "You can order from the menu at the bar or waive down a waitress. Please go back as customers are not allowed back here." says what you assume is the head chef. 

At the far back left wall there is a black door and on the far back wall is another door. You see one of the cooks trash bag in hand walk out the backdoor into some alley. 

After pouring over the documents Laine is surer that they were written in code. There is no way to decipher it without a code or key. 

"Mmm.. " He begins to look around for something resembling a code, but it might be in the safe.

"How's the safe coming along?"

Constitution save: 14

"Well, it is currently covered with a suspicious looking powder which I have yet to figure out how to safely remove." The pale tiefling answers.

Something about the odors in the kitchen roil Gavyn's insides. He surges through the kitchen, shouldering past the cook with trash bag in hand. He falls to his knees in the alley and vomits once. It is mostly ale as that is all he has had tonight. After a shaky breath, the tortle stands up, wiping his mouth. His head is a little clearer, whether due to the fresh air or the urgency of the moments prior he doesn't know. Instinctively he looks around, half expecting there to be surrounded by the imaginary invading force he was just ranting about.

Investigation: 22

Nothing under the mattress? Nisha feels around the bedding, the pillow, finally crouches on the ground, looking under the bed. 

"Is it? I suppose I can take care of that."

He moves forward to the safe, outstretching his hand toward it as he mutters an arcane word. The safe is soon free of the mysterious dust. He then steps back to allow the others access.

"Excellent, well done Mr. Laine." The pale tiefling says with an appreciative nod. "Shall we get to work Ms. Nasha." He turns and says to the half-elf, ready to assist her with opening the safe.

(I think we had a roll of 16 since earlier from 1mpe7us but I don't think guidance was added to that, if it is even needed :-)

Gavyn finds himself in alley with a dumpster nearby that reeks moldy food. 

(Man, that was a pretty good investigation roll. Is there anything noteworthy at all here? Just my luck!)

Gavyn tries not to inhale so as to avoid dry heaving.  He turns to see if the cook is still here or if he can get back inside the bordello at all.

There is nothing in the pillow except goose feathers. Under the bed Nisha finds a leather tag with a compass rose on it. 

The cook looks at Gavyn disapprovingly as he hurls the bag of trash into the dumpster. Then he firmly closes the door. The only thing of note is a large metal drainpipe on the side of the bordello that reaches all the way to the roof and a second-floor window. 

(Is the window open or closed?)

Open

"What is this?" Nisha's hand reaches under the bed and pulls out her discovery - a leather tag with a compass rose on it. She straightens and holds it for the rest of the guys to look at it. "Any clue about it?"
The rogue is a bit surprised there wasn't anything else of interest in the bed, most people are stupid enough to hide their valuables inside their pillows or under the mattress. The guy they are dealing with here is on another level. 
She makes her way to the safe and looks at it, happy to discover the courtesan who she finally realises is probably just their comrade under disguise, has cleaned it up. Giving a nod to Nathaniel and Kaelen, Nisha gets her tools out again. 

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