"Indeed so. Nothing more for us here." 

Leaving the crime scene behind, the group arrives at the Thornapple. Although the building is packed with people, the Thornapple’s baked clay walls create a cool interior. Dozens of tables are filled, and a huge stage across from the entrance is being set for a performance. From behind a long, well-stocked bar, a comfortably dressed orc gives an enthusiastic wave and says, “Welcome friends, and a blessed March of Vice to you! How can your cousin Nargis help you tonight?”

“Cousin it’s been so long!”  Leif reaches up to clasp hands.  “Say cousin Nargis, any idea if Zenia has been around?  By the way you’re looking splendid.  It really has been too long.”

Screechirk lightly grinds his beak, content with the happy meeting and Nargis' cheery disposition. He lets out a delighted chirp at Leif's gregarious words. Gesturing to the bar Screechirk asks Nargis, "Shall we share drinks as we talk, cousin?" He adds, "It's nice to see a friendly face after some trouble we had at the market."

Nargis smiles, "Zenia should be around here somewhere. But don't you worry, I have arranged for a performance here in the Thornapple by none other than Diva Luma herself.

Why not buy yourselves a drink and find a good spot to watch the performance?"

"Very well," replies Screechirk. He'll order a jelli wine and possibly some light snacking food too. To Leif and Shadow he adds, "I do wonder if there might be any people of relevance in addition to Zenia here." He takes a look around the room.

Perception: 6+3 = 9
//looking for possible guards or members of the Bloodletters

Leif pulls his pipe and smokes, even manages to blow a smoke Pegasus flying away from him.  He turns to Screechirk, “See any POIs?  I only see tall folk from my vantage not much to take note of.”  With a bit of minor illusion the smoke Pegasus glides under a rainbow arch.

Screechirk searches the room, but fails to spot anyone that would like guards or members of the Bloodletters.

"Seems I'm not in much better straits then you when it comes to be able notice anyone." replies Screechirk, "So what's the plan? Shall we watch the show while waiting for Zenia?"

Diva Luma, sounds very entertaining, snacks drinks let’s watch the show!

"Very well then," says Screechirk while causing a mug to glow a vibrant red to add to the festive mood. [[spell]light[/spel]] He gestures to a server to come over and asks Shadow, "Any foods in particular pique your fancy?"

 A young woman with blonde hair walks over and asks, "How might I help you?"

“Zenia I presume?  We have some questions of a private and personal nature, perhaps a back room or secluded booth at least.  My condolences by the way.”

The woman raises an eyebrow, "No, I'm no daughter a Kings of Coin. I'm just a server. If you are looking for Zenia though she is over there."

The blonde gestures with her head to a table behind her near the stage. At the table, two guards sit on either side of a young grey-skinned orc with her hair braided in elegant loops.

(Okay, so you now know where Zenia is)

Screechirk grabs his drink and saunters over to Zenia. He takes a swig and says, "Hello, cousin, it's good to see you." before leaning in and whispering, "If we could perhaps move to a more private location, myself and my companions," he gestures to Leif and Shadow, "are here on business from Madame Arrah."

"If you were sent by Madame Arah," one of the guards says. "Then show us the token she bestowed upon you."

Screechirk discretely pulls out the token, shielding it from the eyes of other tables with his cloak.

The guards nods his head, and then turns to the other. With a raise of the eyebrows, both guards stand up leaving you alone at the table with Zenia.

Nearby the revelers are engaging with merry conversation and are far too busy to pay any attention to Zenia and her new guests. The conversation should be private.

"So, I take it you are adventurers then?" Zenia asks excitedly as she pulls on the edge of her sleeve. "That must be a lot of fun. I have considered going off on adventures myself, but my father would never allow it."

"I suppose we are," says Screechirk with an upbeat chirp in his tone, "Though for myself I'd imagined this trip to Zinda would be filled with more celebrations than-" he takes on a more somber tone of voice, "well, attacks on the nobility. I don't know if you knew him but I regret to inform you that Jacopo Ain has been murdered. Furthermore, on our way here after seeing Zenia, Arel Avin too was attacked. It seems your experience was not isolated."

He waits turns to Leif and Shadow, wondering if they have anything they wish to add to the mix.