Vadania asks, "Which room did she sleep in?" She then adds, "And another thing... that man that was in the back room... What was his name and have you heard of someone named Skeer?"
"Well, we don't really have any rooms here per say, besides the one in the back of course. She mostly fell asleep on the floor in a corner somewhere, or on one of the booths." She pauses for another moment before recollecting herself. "'I don't know anything about the man that went back there today, but the man that rented the room was named Skeer. How in the world did ya' know that? Met 'im before have ye?"
Vadania wasn't sure what answer she was expecting but it wasn't... this. She isn't sure how to react to this so she just awkwardly thanks the bartender for the info.
She turns to the others and asks, "There's... more than one? Is the name some kind of mantle?"
Engelheart wipes his mouth as he continues to eat at the bar and manages to say between bites, "How about Lohse, does that name ring a bell? A place or person?"
Engelheart wipes his mouth as he continues to eat at the bar and manages to say between bites, "How about Lohse, does that name ring a bell? A place or person?"
"Sorry mate, can't say I've ever heard that name before."
"Figures, one hell of a dieing joke our fair magician left us with." Engelheart leans in and whispers "How much are these... unlisted items." Engelheart was never one to shy away from new experiences and who knows, perhaps any information could be beneficial at a later time. Plus no harm in inquiring, but still the boy doesn't need to hear everything going on around him.
"Figures, one hell of a dieing joke our fair magician left us with." Engelheart leans in and whispers "How much are these... unlisted items." Engelheart was never one to shy away from new experiences and who knows, perhaps any information could be beneficial at a later time. Plus no harm in inquiring, but still the boy doesn't need to hear everything going on around him.
She looks you up and down and squints at you before making an offer. "Say uhh... two gold per serving."
The bartender’s admission hung in the air, thick as the smell of stale ale. Elanil. A name for the ghost. Olgha leaned forward just slightly, her voice dropping even lower, meant for the bartender alone. The others were busy with their own inquiries.
"You're worried about her," Olgha stated, not as a question, but as a fact. A shared secret. "You think something happened to her after she led us into that room." She let that sink in, her gaze intense. "Men like the one who rented your back room... men like Skeer... they don't have partners. They have tools. And they discard them when they're done." The words were cold, drawn from the well of her own bitter experience with Leopold. "If Elanil was just a tool, she's a loose end now. A witness."
Olgha pushed a single gold coin across the sticky bar, a stark contrast to Engelheart's haggling. This wasn't a purchase. It was an investment. "Tell us everything you know about her. Who she talked to. Where she might have gone to hide. Help us find her before they do. Because they will come back to clean up their mess."
The bartender’s admission hung in the air, thick as the smell of stale ale. Elanil. A name for the ghost. Olgha leaned forward just slightly, her voice dropping even lower, meant for the bartender alone. The others were busy with their own inquiries.
"You're worried about her," Olgha stated, not as a question, but as a fact. A shared secret. "You think something happened to her after she led us into that room." She let that sink in, her gaze intense. "Men like the one who rented your back room... men like Skeer... they don't have partners. They have tools. And they discard them when they're done." The words were cold, drawn from the well of her own bitter experience with Leopold. "If Elanil was just a tool, she's a loose end now. A witness."
Olgha pushed a single gold coin across the sticky bar, a stark contrast to Engelheart's haggling. This wasn't a purchase. It was an investment. "Tell us everything you know about her. Who she talked to. Where she might have gone to hide. Help us find her before they do. Because they will come back to clean up their mess."
The woman is clearly flustered by your accusation. "I- How- What? I'm not worried about her, she's an addict, she's, she..." The woman lets off a heavy sigh, before starting again. "Yeah, I'm worried about her. I kinda have to be seein' as she's... she's my sister." She looks down in shame. "I don't know where she's went. Only place I could think she might be is the under the bridge out by the river. Lots of people with nowhere else to go like to go there." A single tear drops from the woman's eye, but she quickly wipes it away. "Keep your gold. Please just find my sister. I- I've got to know she's alright."
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"Well, we don't really have any rooms here per say, besides the one in the back of course. She mostly fell asleep on the floor in a corner somewhere, or on one of the booths." She pauses for another moment before recollecting herself. "'I don't know anything about the man that went back there today, but the man that rented the room was named Skeer. How in the world did ya' know that? Met 'im before have ye?"
Vadania wasn't sure what answer she was expecting but it wasn't... this. She isn't sure how to react to this so she just awkwardly thanks the bartender for the info.
She turns to the others and asks, "There's... more than one? Is the name some kind of mantle?"
Vannithos realizes that they forgot to search the bodies of the enemies and heads back to take a look.
Investigation: 4
Engelheart wipes his mouth as he continues to eat at the bar and manages to say between bites, "How about Lohse, does that name ring a bell? A place or person?"
You find the dagger used by the cultist, but nothing else of any importance on their bodies.
"Sorry mate, can't say I've ever heard that name before."
"Figures, one hell of a dieing joke our fair magician left us with." Engelheart leans in and whispers "How much are these... unlisted items." Engelheart was never one to shy away from new experiences and who knows, perhaps any information could be beneficial at a later time. Plus no harm in inquiring, but still the boy doesn't need to hear everything going on around him.
Vannithos heads back to eat with the others, listening to Engelheart's conversation with the bartender curiously.
She looks you up and down and squints at you before making an offer. "Say uhh... two gold per serving."
The bartender’s admission hung in the air, thick as the smell of stale ale. Elanil. A name for the ghost. Olgha leaned forward just slightly, her voice dropping even lower, meant for the bartender alone. The others were busy with their own inquiries.
"You're worried about her," Olgha stated, not as a question, but as a fact. A shared secret. "You think something happened to her after she led us into that room." She let that sink in, her gaze intense. "Men like the one who rented your back room... men like Skeer... they don't have partners. They have tools. And they discard them when they're done." The words were cold, drawn from the well of her own bitter experience with Leopold. "If Elanil was just a tool, she's a loose end now. A witness."
Olgha pushed a single gold coin across the sticky bar, a stark contrast to Engelheart's haggling. This wasn't a purchase. It was an investment. "Tell us everything you know about her. Who she talked to. Where she might have gone to hide. Help us find her before they do. Because they will come back to clean up their mess."
The woman is clearly flustered by your accusation. "I- How- What? I'm not worried about her, she's an addict, she's, she..." The woman lets off a heavy sigh, before starting again. "Yeah, I'm worried about her. I kinda have to be seein' as she's... she's my sister." She looks down in shame. "I don't know where she's went. Only place I could think she might be is the under the bridge out by the river. Lots of people with nowhere else to go like to go there." A single tear drops from the woman's eye, but she quickly wipes it away. "Keep your gold. Please just find my sister. I- I've got to know she's alright."