Etienne looks at Smithy, "I think I've been locked up a bit too long, it has skewed my manners. I thank you for your patience with me as I re-integrate back into our normal society."

He looks at Asbestos, "Hum, let's take a look at what you found, Cin." (still calling Asbestos by the name from the Rooster). 

Etienne reads the document, and tries to verify signatures, etc.

Fist has been staring and boiling as he imagines all he can do. In the end, his mind is simply geared to his rage, a flippant ideal of violence makes right, not simply might. The tavern, as it is, makes a perfect example of that. He approaches the tavern and steps inside. With his imposing features, his scars, and that... unique face of his, well, surely any Daggers inside need no introduction. 

Standing in the doorway, Fist gives a broad, bloodthirsty smile, spreads his hands wide, puffs out his broad chest, and says, simply, "Well? Who's first...?"

There is a table near the center of the back wall and upon entering that is where your attention is drawn first.

Secondly, you look to the left and notice a long solid looking mahogany piece of wood that serves as a great length of a bar. Sitting on a stool and watching the goings on as he polishes an empty pitcher is Frajj the bartender.

Third and finally near the back right corner was a target game where you flipped a dagger at a target board and scored progressive points for successive bullseyes.

A young half-elf pushes off the bar and starts to strut toward you, it's easy to see he's a real 'cock of the walk' type of egoist who is looking to put the business to you.

"Wanna get your teeth knocked out?" they bluster in your direction.

The scroll reads as thus:

"Part of the last will & testament."

Seek the 'Beak of the Raven' and guard it well!

B

"Hum," Etienne reads it out loud so his illiterate friend can hear. "Seems to be something of Biscotti's last will. Where did you get this, Asbestos?"

"Anyone know anything about this Beak?"

Asbestos listens intently like a child awaiting a story. He stares in disbelief as the words he looks to on the page doesn't match with what he is hearing. Squinting hard, the blurry symbols overlap each other like little ants except for the last one: 'B.' What could it mean?

"I got it from a ghost. Yes. He went out then in." Asbestos can't get his eyes off the page. His eyesight was always like this but together it was worse. "I did not of thinking he would come back so soon. I only had just buried him yesterday." The changeling begins pacing around the bar room back, hunched over, and with his hands behind him like some sort of detective.

"Perplexing, indeed. Two ghosts. Same hat." He suddenly whips out a detective cap from out of nowhere. "Yes..."

Smithy shakes Asbestos around a bit to get him back to his senses. 

"Alright, we need you in the here and now. Focus, how exactly did you get this scroll; do not leave out any little detail" he says as he thinks about what the beak of the raven could be; did Biscotti ever hint on something like that?

History check? (Insight/perception are +5 and investigation +6 if those are more appropriate) 8

@Smithy

You do recall on several occasions over the years when Biscotti got really drunk he would regale you with tales of old legends. One such legend held that in the early days of the city's birth a thieves' guild rose to power and with the solidification of their control they hired a powerful wizard to craft an item to help control the city. The result was an enchanted black diamond of such fine quality it was forever after referred to in polite circles as the 'Beak of the Raven.'

It became a myth that whosoever held the 'Beak of the Raven' would always have control of the city. Other myths put forth suggested one must master the 'Beak of the Raven' to gain such control. Many more myths were always springing up from shadowy corners and places in the dark that we dare not speak of.

Shaken around in Smithy's grip, Asbestos wobbles like a rag doll. His blank slate eyes are very much that. His hat even falls off, poking him in his right eye, but he doesn't do so much as even blink.He opens his mouth as if to interject but says nothing. Once let go he stares at the ceiling. Then hugs Smithy and lets go just as quickly. "The ghost. The ghost of dead Fyn. I saw him come in. Then he went out to the entrance, yes, and come back in. This time with a scroll. I fell on him. Then he said 'take this-'" Asbestos mimics the voice exactly. "And- and 'see it to be done.' Yes." It seems he is about to pace again but doesn't.

"And then he turned into a green dragonborn. Yes. But something eerie. Wrong. Yes... unsettling." He changes into the same dragonborn that Fyn turned into, taking a seat on a barstool. His fallen hat was still on the floor. "Then he left."

"This guild is haunted by its past and so to will its future."

Etienne, content to let Smithy do the questioning right now, takes out his now familiar notebook, opens to the page

The Inexplicable Death Of The Great Biscotti

and jots a few notes down for himself, before closing the book.

"Oooooh, looks like we'd be startin' wit you."

Fist cracks his neck and throws a punch, missing on the first swing. S'alright, though. He's got time, and armor, to spare. 

"Wait, didn't someone say Fyn wasn't killed after all? That it was a double ganger of some sorts?

Also, why would Fyn have Biscotti's will?"

"He... was not dead?" The relieved changeling stands up. "Not dead? Not dead!" He jumps up with his hands in the air. Warm hot tears trickle down from his scaly snout. He sniffles and tries to wipe the the tears off. Instead, he heaves some more. A revelation. 'Not alone.'

"Then who did I bury?" He mumbles, trying not only to think of why Fyn would do such a thing as this but also who this green dragonborn is.

((History check: 3 ah nothing))

Twitching his snout, scratches at his scales. "We must find him!" Asbestos starts stalking out the room (shoulders hunched down with a large magnifying glass over his face) to where he saw Fyn last. Then he turns the corner to follow out where Fyn had gone.

Lace ties the horses in the alley and goes to the head of the alley where she can keep an eye on Fist.

@Lace

If Fist were to stay out front it wouldn't be much of a problem to keep an eye on him, but I believe he went inside.

@Fist

If you want to feed this hungry elf a knuckle sandwich then roll initiative please.

Init.: 6 

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@Fist

If you want to feed this hungry elf a knuckle sandwich then roll initiative please.

Init.: 6 

 Initiative: 4

[OoC: But it was a miss, so I won't be feeding anything until the next turn.]

The young half-elf decides to take a poke at you, "All we need here is another loud mouth!"

Attack: 12 Damage: 3 bludgeoning damage.

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The young half-elf decides to take a poke at you, "All we need here is another loud mouth!"

Attack: 24 Damage: 6 bludgeoning damage.

 (ooc: the damage is 3 bludgeoning damage total (no dice so there's nothing to roll and add because of the crit, it is a mistake that it says 6 )

The brute puts up a jagged grin as the little elf throws his own strike, hitting him just above his gut. He's got spirit. Let's try breakin' it. Fist retorts with blow of his own, leveled at the punk's own stomach, no holds barred...

[To hit: 22, Damage: 6]

He then makes a grab at the little blighter's head...

[Grapple Athletics roll: 12]

Grapple contest: 22