Meanwhile, Ashe sneaks over to the out-of-order bathroom and tries to go in without the guy noticing. Stealth: 18

The bartender doesn’t notice the crow sneak off around the corner and slip into the bathroom. You pick up Cupcake and look over the door. It seems like it might be a false wall of some sort.

Investigation: 12

Ashe carefully inspects this false wall for signs of traps, and perhaps how it might be opened. Maybe a simple push?

You practically roll your eyes at the simplicity of it. Meager minds, how sad. You determine that the whole bathroom is on a swivel. You simply flick a hidden switch in the cabinet and you feel the bathroom begin to turn. You now see that the door leads to a new room, one much rowdier than the previous ho-hum barroom. Races of all kinds seem to be have a swell old time in here. At the center of the room, you see a cage over a dirt pit. Live music of a interesting sort play as the sounds of a brawl echo from below.

Dahme'dre keeps calm but her eyes flash an angry fiery red "Listen, Flea-beard." She says as she wipes the liquid from her face, drawing it smoothly from her hair and clothes so it pools in her hand as though it were being poured into a glass (Shape Water). "That's no way to treat a customer. No one with any class could sit in a dump like this without using a touch of voodoo to dampen the stench, flavor the drinks, and most of all cover your ugly mug." She sets her glassless glass of cool water on the counter where it holds its unnatural form.

Ashe sends a message to Dee and Alijurn with her MIND POWERS:

Testing. Testing. Ahaha, seems I discovered some sort of, ahem, a fight club in the bathroom. Perhaps if the barkeep can be distracted, you two could join me. There is a switch within the cabinet that will cause the wall to turn and bring you to the other side. 

The dwarf ignores you and starts writing on a piece of paper. He finishes and hands it over to you. “Nothin’ keepin’ ya here.” It is complaint ticket. “The Djinn and Tonic ‘ppreciates yer coin. Have a lovely evenin’.”

"I neither ordered nor received any ale." Dahme'dre says as she turns and leaves. Let cupcake scope it out. Dahme'dre suggests I'm going to see if I can find another entrance out here. ... Alijurn, find out more about yourself. Dahme'dre moves through the alley (Investigation: 9)

The outside seems to be completely sealed. However, from Mon’s directions, you can actually make out the hidden shape of the fight club. Unfortunately, you see no way inside...

Dahme'dre summons a Minor Illusion to obscure her presence as she kneels to press an ear against the wall. (Perception: 11)

(What's in the alley? Wood crates, fantasy dumpsters, pact dirt road, solid stone structures, red tile roofs? Might go for a BnE.)

From what you can tell the building is actually somewhat of an L shape. There is a descending ladder that is attached to the back of the house, likely to get up on roof for reparations. Crates likely wouldn’t be out of the ordinary. Meanwhile, as you press your ear to the wall, you can actually see a small peephole in the wall, only big enough for an eye to through. From this angle, you are directly opposite to Ashe. 

Alijurn slides his chair back a few inches. "That is just racist of you. I don't go around saying all humans look the same just because you have the same hair colour and skin complexion as the guy who sold me my breakfast this morning." He meets eyes with the man with an insulted look in his eyes. 

Dahme'dre create the image of a large wooden crate set up against the building around herself. A crate containing herself. The outside is labeled 'fresh human' though the script isn't clear.

She looks through the hole and tries to take in the details within. Can she see where the exits are? How many are inside? Can she see the ceiling? How is the space lit?

Ashe sets Cupcake out to do some lookin'!

Cupcake crawls up the walls and walks along the ceiling. Ashe will hide in a corner (?) and share vision with Cupcake as Cupcake traverses the area.

Ashe Stealth (if needed): 13
Cupcake Perception: 12
Cupcake Stealth (if needed): 18

(RIP)

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Alijurn slides his chair back a few inches. "That is just racist of you. I don't go around saying all humans look the same just because you have the same hair colour and skin complexion as the guy who sold me my breakfast this morning." He meets eyes with the man with an insulted look in his eyes. 

 The human blinks, clearly confused in his stupor, “I’m... sorry? I was just saying you reminded me of him, not like you were him.”

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Dahme'dre create the image of a large wooden crate set up against the building around herself. A crate containing herself. The outside is labeled 'fresh human' though the script isn't clear.

She looks through the hole and tries to take in the details within. Can she see where the exits are? How many are inside? Can she see the ceiling? How is the space lit?

 From what you can tell, there is only one exit, which is where Ashe came in from. There are quite a few people in there, probably 30 or so. You can see the ceiling, dangling from it are lamps that keep the room lit.

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Ashe sets Cupcake out to do some lookin'!

Cupcake crawls up the walls and walks along the ceiling. Ashe will hide in a corner (?) and share vision with Cupcake as Cupcake traverses the area.

Ashe Stealth (if needed): 3
Cupcake Perception: 15
Cupcake Stealth (if needed): 11

 You swap your vision a moment too early and slam your knee against the bar. Everyone seems to notice you. However, you can get a good look over the room. What are you looking for?

"Apology accepted." Alijurn slides his chair back to the table again. "Wait.. You said this guy was the murderer? Did ya catch him or did they run off and escape? Haven't left the house since the incident so I haven't really heard any news about it."

“Well, the local guard caught him, but *hic* looking like he escaped afterward. Wouldn’t doubt it, he seemed like a little bit of a psycho to me. Always going on about ‘laws this,’ ‘order that,’ like we get it dude, you were in the military.” The human shrugs, “Who knows where the guy could be now... Though, it was weird. When he ran off, if I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought that he looked really gray for a moment...”

Alijurn bites his tongue at the blatant insult. "Yeah.. Sounds like a prude that one... Wait.. gray? Are you sure he wasn't a silver dragon then? When they get dirty they tend to look gray-ish. Even black ones grow into a more gray tone with age i've heard." Alijurn grabs the mug from earlier and starts spinning it between his hands on the table in front of him. 

“Nah, man, grey. Lost track of him in the crowd, but he definitely didn’t look like a dragonborn for a second. Either that, or the booze is finally hitting me. Maybe I’m hallucinating...” The drunk man reaches out to feel your snout to see if you’re real, now questioning his own grasp on reality.