“Right, so, it’s pretty simple really. I was a member of the Port Masons, and our usual goal was to pretty much do as we liked, you know? We kinda own everything out here, so people gotta pay the proper respects, wouldn’t have this if it wasn’t for our families settlin’ the place first. So we took what we wanted, ate what we wanted, drank what we- You get the idea. But you know, I’ve never much agreed with that kinda thing. No, no, see I’m actually on my way out you know!” A few more grazes of cold steel reminds him to keep to the subject, “Right! So, we don’t really have a set base. We do secret meetings! Kinda like a secret society, you know! I’m gonna level with you, I’m pretty low on the totem pole, gotta find someone high enough that they’re the one sending the message, or tail someone on their way to a meeting! Now could you please let go of my arm!”

After this verbal deluge Sunny shakes himself and turns to Dahme'dre. "I stopped listening after 'Dock Masons'. Do you know what he's talking about?"

 "Lovely," Dahme'dre says, "Your just the man I need." She clubs him over the head and stands.

 "So you're out of work." She says to the useful and effective badger. "I could use a hand, if you're looking for a job." 

She'll ask Honey to help move this tough so they can press him for information later.

(Probably best to dump this one in a dumpster somewhere and take the leader to question instead. Using the information we have as leverage, to help us find Azalf Blackwake, the Court of the Harvests Eve, Reynald Turf, and the Port Masons.)

Sunny (or Honey, that's fine, too) squints in confusion. "You need a hand?" He hefts the glaive and sets it against the unconscious man's arm once again. "Okay, then. The shadow already left, but if you think it's necessary..." He raises his blade, ready to chop.

 "That's... An idiom. I need your assistance."

Sunny looks down at the arm and back at Dahme'dre... Then back at the arm. Then back at Dahme'dre. "OH! Yes. An idiot. He was an idiot to fight me." He flexes a muscley bicep. "I am very strong. I am also looking for a job, yes. What should we do next?"

And that’s where we will say the scene ends, as Dahme’dre fills Sunny in on the plan. The downtime is now over! Ashe has created a Message “scroll,” Dahme’dre has found some leads and a badger, and Alijurn has sufficiently nursed both his wounded jaw and pride!

You are all now once again congregated in Dahme’dre’s room in the Merry Otter.

"Dear Ali," Ashe approaches the dragonborn with laser-guided focus, "I have a gift for you. A most profound gift." She holds up in her palm the 'Message' gummy. It looks like it could be lemon flavored. "Use this for emergencies only, dearie, but here's how it works..." and thus Ashe launches into a rapidfire explanation of message. 

Then, that's when she notices the newcomer, "Er... You aren't Duck?"

Glaive held across his shoulders, Sunny stoops down low and peers into Ashe's face. He snuffs, then shakes his head. "I am not a duck; I am Sunflash Honeyclaw. You are a 'spidery half-drow', so you must be Ashe, yes?" He turns to Alijurn, "And you are the 'very serious dragonborn', which makes you Alijurn." He makes a show of spinning his weapon in a dangerous arc, then thuds the haft into the floorboards as he raises his eyebrows at the trio. "I am very strong," he adds (very) helpfully. 

"Indeed," Ashe responds flatly to the fellow's name as she begins looking him over. "Strong? Yes, you do seem quite fit," she then begins to lay her hands on Sunny's arm, inspecting both the fur and muscles. "What exactly are you? Genus and species? Ah, I suppose you may think of it in racial terms, yes? You are quite fuzzy."

Sunny mulls that over. "Fuzzy... Yes, I suppose I am a 'fuzzy'. That makes sense." He holds out his paw for a handshake, "You may call me Sunny." He thinks for a moment. "Or Sunstripe. Or Honey. Or Fuzzy. And many people have called me badger..."

He looks confused.

The dragonborn takes the gummy between two claws, squeezing it slightly. "This might give us a tactical advantage, though the shape is horrendous. I suppose a thank you is in its place."

Alijurn salutes the badger as he notices Dahme'dre coming in with Sunny. "I see you are a.. man.. of beliefs. Good, we need more of those. Strong beliefs is the basis of someone who follows rules albeit their own." He gives Dahme'dre a stern look. "Did you go around telling a person we don't personally know our names... In this situation?" He turns back to Sunny. "No offence." 

Sunny lost the thread of the conversation a couple of sentences back. He snaps back to attention when Alijurn addresses him. "Yes? Oh, beliefs. Yes, my belief in myself is stronger even than my brawny physique. In fact, the only thing stronger than my faith is my physical strength."

He pauses. 

"Do you have any food, or..?"

"I believe that Sunny-Honey-Fuzzy will prove useful," Ashe nods knowingly as she scribbles down notes about the newest addition. "But of course, I am curious to know what such a person stands to gain from us. It can't just be food... Can it?" 

Ashe pulls out a tasty treat she wanted to save for later. A sugary cookie with a suspicious purple glaze. She holds it out to Sunny, "A badger you say? I suppose I see the resemblance. Curious, curious."

 "He was very persuasive" Dahme'dre explains derisively. "You know how easily mislead I can be." She gestures toward a bulky pile in the hall. "We have one other guest joining us as well. This fellow seems to know a great deal about our... opponents. Now, as we discuss his fate, I may imply a degree of immunity to legal matters. Rest assured, my friend, I do not intend to subvert the law, as that one does." she says trying get Alijurn prepared for some deception.

Sunny takes the cookie and turns it over, sniffing it. "Is it... safe?" He looks to Dahme'dre for reassurance. "Oh, right!" he says. "You said this part was important: When you threaten him, do you or do you not want me to murder him? I'm still not clear."

"I use only the... safest of ingredients," Ashe says reassuringly, though the pause leaves much to be desired. At the mention of murder, Ashe smirks, "Hmm? I do hope we aren't finding ourselves in further trouble..." 

Prior to the interrogation, Ashe brings her compatriots closer in a huddle for a discussion of sorts. She whispers, "I dare say we may have let Sunshine know our names, but don't forget we are wanted criminals. I think it best we do not refer to each other with our proper names. Should we not come up with a codename for situations like these? In any case, please feel free to refer to me as the Spider," she smiles impishly, "quite fitting, wouldn't you say?"

When the time comes to question the tattooed individual, Ashe approaches him first and immediately launches into a few introductory questions. "What is your name? What is your purpose? What do you know of the Port Masons? Your voluntary participation would be most valued."

Sunny nods along to Ashe's questions. Without thinking, he pulls the cookie from his pocket and nibbles off one of the iced legs.

(Assuming that nothing terrible happens...)

He pulls his glaive from the wall and starts... Hmm... He still isn't sure what to do here... Whatever he does, he'll need a sharp blade to do it. He lowers himself into a nearby chair and pulls his whetstone and oil from his bag. He begins slowly- carefully- honing the edge of his weapon.

 "You should answer our questions" Dahme'dre says, "She's been looking for a subject for her experiments, and it seems the authorities will let us do whatever we please with you. It's like you don't even exist to them."