"Come now, we've seen people lying in the street drunk and the city watch walks right past them. If every drunkard was arrested, then we'd be in a high elf stronghold on the moon, where we'd also be arrested for not folding our pâte brisée enough times! What are you in for, really?

Darnic nods to Jana, “Sounds like you got a plan, nice work. Consider it done. See you later.” He’ll begin making his way toward the jail.

"Maybe we should stop off at Yrwun's house on the way. We can bake them a cake with a file in it." Archy suggests in jest. "Can you bake? What about your sister?" 

Darnic kneels down in front of Archy, stopping their march. He looks him dead in the eye, a cold stare drilling a hole in Archy, “Nah, can’t bake for grox.” Darnic laughs and slaps him on the back, “Let’s keep moving.”

Once Archy, Darnic, and Jana are inside the building, Jana has them escorted to a large office. A whirlwind of paper seems to have made its way into this room as files, paper, and scrolls are scattered onto every available surface of the room. You see a gruff looking dwarf sifting through papers behind the large wooden desk. Sitting in one of the 3 seats in front of him, you see a half-elf. The dragonmark on his hand gives him away immediately.

"d'Medani," Jana states shortly as she stands behind one of the chairs and looks down at the half-elf who is easily several feet taller than her.

"d'Thara-, oh, my apologies," the d'Medani half-elf retorts. "I forgot your kind don't usually adopt the house name."

"My, so forgetful, I wonder if you are truly fit to work any investigations with such a poor memory," Jana replies. 

"Stop yer bellyaching and bid," the dwarf roars, "d'Medani charges his usual rate. And you Jana?"

"Half that," Jana responds with a nod.

"Half?" d'Medani replies incredulously, "then I'll charge a third."

"A quarter."

"A quarter of a quarter!"

"Free."

"Done!" The dwarf slams his hand on the table. "Free. Sounds great lass. NOW GIT!"

"But- a member of her house is involved! Isn't her impartiality in question?!"

(If either of you want to interrupt anywhere, feel free to do so, just say where! An option is also to not say anything at all. ANYTHING GOES D: < )

"Ahh, my head..." The changeling grips their head. "Look, miss, does it really matter why I am here? Why are you here?" They gesture to Yrwin, "What is this sweet lump doing here?"

[Matrim] raises an eye-brow and adjusts his spectacles, as he looks the half-elf up and down suspiciously. He jots down a few random, indiciferable, and meaningless notes. Then leans toward Darnic and whispers a little bit over loud for the space, "Apparently, mumble no gander flap granting stout d'Medani involvement in the case..." He looks back toward the elfish man shaking his head a bit sympathetically.

Darnic crosses his arms and laughs at d’Medani’s implication, “If you think that, then you’re House must not know much about us. The Yshgar clan are the best there is, we don’t let that kind of stuff get in the way. If it comes down to it, Jana would take me down faster and harder than any d’Medani could. Look at that gaze, she’s law personified.” Darnic was, of course, bluffing. However, he wasn’t lying about Jana being able to take him down, she’d probably know all his strengths and weaknesses... well she probably had known before the accident.

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Archy raises an eye-brow and adjusts his spectacles, as he looks the half-elf up and down suspiciously. He jots down a few random, indiciferable, and meaningless notes. Then leans toward Darnic and whispers a little bit over loud for the space, "Apparently, mumble no gander flap granting stout d'Medani involvement in the case..." He looks back toward the elfish man shaking his head a bit sympathetically.

 Darnic whispers over, “What?”

"What what?" The dwarf scrutinizes Archy for a moment before Darnic gives his own two copper, "The boy has the right of it." Darnic almost feels insulted until he realizes the chief is about 400 years old or more. Darnic does recognize him as Chief Cullark Kundarak. "I've no doubt Jana'Yshgar wouldn't hesitate. She is the reason Tanigru'Yshgar is in Dreadhold now, and that was her own cousin. I doubt she would hesitate even for her own brother- hold on!" The chief looks over Darnic, "Hoh! I thought you were dead. Of course, you are now wanted for murder..."

"Sir, I will post bond for my brother and all those involved, including those you have in jail. I know that Archy Lightheart is still on the loose, but I will soon bring him to your custody..." Jana's eyebrow twitches ever-so-slightly as she tells a fib. 

Matrim keeps a straight face nodding slightly in agreement. (Perception: 18, does he notice Jana's tell?) He doesn't even realize she's talking about him.

“Reports of my death were highly exaggerated, but really, I’m glad to be back. Even under... unfortunate circumstances.”

"Glad to see you alive, son. Stay sharp. Your sister will discover the culprit, so pray that you really had nothing to do with it. And you-" Chief Kundarak turns his eye to the d'Medani half-elf, "I've got some rumors for you to investigate."

"Yes sir..." d'Medani clearly holds his tongue. He shoots you all one last look of animosity as you leave.

It isn't long before you are all reunited in the cells. Archy, you see Yrwin and Willie hold up in a cell. Opposite of them is a changeling woman, though now that Archy, Darnic, and Jana have arrived with a guard, the changeling woman looks dejectedly into a corner, spouting, "Must be nice to have friends in high places. Good night, sugar lumps." The changeling's male voice seems especially deep as it rumbles. She lays down on her cot again, face obscured.

"Hmpf, good night," responds Willie. When she sees Archy, she waves excitedly to him. "Archy! Over here!"

Matrim makes a frantic throat slashing motion. "I'm afraid Archy hasn't been located. I'm Matrim Paendrag Esquire. I've taken on your case at the request if your friend Darnic here. Bail has been posted. Maybe you'll be able to help investigator Jana get to the bottom of this mess. Since the local authorities have obviously failed to do so." 

"Buh.. wha.... " Willie is confused for a moment, then backpedals. 

"We're cold, tired, and STARVING!" She elbows Yrwin gently in the ribs. "Poor Yrwin here has passed out from hunger, and might be dead by now if it weren't for help from a kind stranger. What kind of treatment is this? We are innocent until proven guilty! And this is how the innocent are treated?"

She takes a few breaths to calm down.

"Thank you for taking our case. How can we help?"

"We wanted to bake you a cake, but it's not really our area." he winks with Archy's typical grin. 

Yrwin was drooling, dreaming about something unknown. It appears the kithkin doesn't only stress eat, but has narcoleptic tendencies too. As Willies elbow hits his ribcage he wakes with an astounding "GUUYYYYHG" When he regains control of his air flow he nearly jumps at the bars like a monkey in a zoo. "SHE'S RIGHT, WE ARE INNOCENT. Mr. you gotta help us out, Darnic, who is this guy?" It is clear that Yrwin doesn't seem to see through Archy's haphazard disguise. 

"Poor Yrwin", continues Willie with grandmotherly concern. "You haven't even had second breakfast, you're skipping brunch, and it's past lunch time. This is an outrage!"

"Will anybody feed this poor soul?"

"Our breakfast was interrupted too." He says shaking his head. "Come on then, let's go eat, and we'll discuss what we do next." 

As the group opens the door, Willie helps Yrwin out of the cell. She then puts a small hand on the changeling in their cell, tapping their shoulder for sympathy.