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"What? What happened here?" then noticing blood Zofsaadi shouts "Who did this?" and runs around tavern looking for other traces (survival check 4)

Zofsaadi finds no trace in his blind rage --- no sign of the kidnappers. His gaze turns red as he races around the room, angrily shouting. But it still doesn't help him, and he finds nothing of use, only a deep anger and lust for vengeance. 

Don't lose your temper, he thinks, but he can't quite snap out of it. Someone's taken Mae, we need to find her!  

Aspen calmly walks in, munching on a buiscuit. “Mmph, hey, whahappened guysh?”

Crumb uses “speaks with animals” to ask the stray canine if it’s seen were the figures who did this have gone 

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Crumb uses “speaks with animals” to ask the stray canine if it’s seen were the figures who did this have gone 

(OOC: Cool. Speak with Animals) 

(OOC: Cool. 2nd try, editing the post didn't work.)

Crumb, as you begin to cast your spell, the dog looks up, curious, and begins to back away as you briefly glow with greenish light. It barks once, twice, loudly, and then suddenly something clicks. "---are you doing? What are you doing?" it shouts at you. 

The rest of you are confused as Crumb bends down to speak to this animal, yipping and barking in whatever language it speaks. And Aspen, you're shocked by the horror-stricken faces of your comrades as they gaze upon this scene. Zofsaadi shouts, Crumb barks, and the rest look drained and tired. 

(OOC: Assuming Aspen was a bit slower in getting back?)

(OOC, Sorry I'm having trouble keeping track, because I don't see the notifications for this thread)

Tine stood in the doorway, frozen mid-step as the sight before her sank in. The overturned chairs. The splintered bar. The faint smear of blood on the wood. The absence. Mae’s absence. Her breath left her in a sharp, strangled exhale. “Mae…?” she whispered, as if the innkeeper might answer from behind the counter with that easy smile of hers. But only the dog’s frantic lapping filled the silence. She stepped forward slowly, each movement careful, reverent even, as though she were afraid she might disturb the last traces of warmth left in the room. Her fingers brushed one of the fallen chairs, the wood still faintly warm from the recent struggle.

Orrin and Zofsaadi’s voices rose around her, anger and panic tangling in the air, but Tine didn’t join in. Her voice had slipped somewhere deep inside her chest, shrouded by the weight of dread. When Aspen wandered in with a mouthful of biscuit, Tine’s head whipped toward him with an intensity rarely seen in her. “Aspen,” she said, trying to keep her voice level, “put the biscuit down. Mae’s gone.” Crumb began casting his spell, and the sudden barking conversation between him and the dog would’ve startled her any other time, would’ve earned a startled laugh, maybe even a teasing remark. But not now. The dog’s panicked voice echoed strangely in the quiet tavern, and Tine knelt down beside Crumb, eyes wide and desperate. “Easy, little one,” she urged the dog softly, though she knew it couldn’t understand her without the spell. She looked to Crumb, trying to help the conversation however she could.

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Tine stood in the doorway, frozen mid-step as the sight before her sank in. The overturned chairs. The splintered bar. The faint smear of blood on the wood. The absence. Mae’s absence. Her breath left her in a sharp, strangled exhale. “Mae…?” she whispered, as if the innkeeper might answer from behind the counter with that easy smile of hers. But only the dog’s frantic lapping filled the silence. She stepped forward slowly, each movement careful, reverent even, as though she were afraid she might disturb the last traces of warmth left in the room. Her fingers brushed one of the fallen chairs, the wood still faintly warm from the recent struggle.

Orrin and Zofsaadi’s voices rose around her, anger and panic tangling in the air, but Tine didn’t join in. Her voice had slipped somewhere deep inside her chest, shrouded by the weight of dread. When Aspen wandered in with a mouthful of biscuit, Tine’s head whipped toward him with an intensity rarely seen in her. “Aspen,” she said, trying to keep her voice level, “put the biscuit down. Mae’s gone.” Crumb began casting his spell, and the sudden barking conversation between him and the dog would’ve startled her any other time, would’ve earned a startled laugh, maybe even a teasing remark. But not now. The dog’s panicked voice echoed strangely in the quiet tavern, and Tine knelt down beside Crumb, eyes wide and desperate. “Easy, little one,” she urged the dog softly, though she knew it couldn’t understand her without the spell. She looked to Crumb, trying to help the conversation however she could.

(OOC: Cool. Note to all that Orrin’s dropping out.)

(Occ: could rolling for animal Handling help with speaking to a dog?) 

(OOC sorry for not commenting earlier).  

Leif looks about trying to discern what had happened, if any clues had been left behind. (Investigation +4:  21)