"Excuse me? Personal boundaries are still a thing right?" Alijurn stops the drunkards hand with the palm of his own before it can reach his face. "If this is going to be one of those grubby hands situations I think I'll take my leave." The military man gets up and shoves his chair neatly back into its place by the table. "It was nice chatting with you, but as I said, I'll take my leave before things get awkward." He gives a quick bow and heads for where Ashe is situated and stop within earshot, but not too close.

The man rubs his hand, content with knowing that you are real. “Yeah... good talking with you too...” He then passes out. 

Ashe will be looking for any trio that matches what Alijurn discerned about the assassins. Maybe even those cloaks?

Dahme'dre dismisses Mondra'Goran and a moment later brings him back into the fight club he hangs from the ceiling as Dahme'dre looks through his eyes. She asks through the Awakened Mind what Alijurn knows, and searches with Ashe from another angle. (Perception: 21 (adv. Help: 2)

(Gee Ashe, that wasn't much help =P )

Looking over the room, you don’t see anyone matching that description, nor do you see the cloaks. However, Dahme’dre, you do spot something just for a moment. A tiefling woman over at what looks to be a betting table caught a quick glance at Ashe and looked away quickly with wide eyes.

 Looks like someone's taken an interest in you. Dahme'dre lets Ashe know. See the tiefling by the book? 

Ashe scans the room looking for someone who matches said description.

I thought I hid pretty well. Oh drats... 

You look over to where Dahme’dra pointed out. A tiefling woman with red skin is looking away from you pretty hard right now. She seems dressed in neutral clothes with a bit of a bobcut hairstyle. The MC, a half-orc man, meanwhile shouts over the crowd, “Alright folks! Take your bets! This night, we’ve got a treat! You know them! You love them! The star-crossed bruisers... Connie and Blythe!” The crowd cheers and folks are waving coin about as two humans, a man and a woman, leap over the railing into the pit. The lean woman, who you assume is Connie, binds some knuckle wraps around her hands and ties a mass of blonde hair behind her. Meanwhile, her other, Blythe, cracks his neck. He’s about twice as big as her, and by no means a wimpy man, but he seems wary of her. The tiefling moves some gold toward the broker.

Alijurn walks up to the barkeep again. "Any chance you have a toilet available? It seems that that one over there is out of order.." A slight, awkward smile curls across his lips for a second. 

 I didn't realize you we're trying to hide at all...  

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Alijurn walks up to the barkeep again. "Any chance you have a toilet available? It seems that that one over there is out of order.." A slight, awkward smile curls across his lips for a second. 

 The dwarf nods, “Aye, just keep going past it, there’s another down the hall.”

"Thank you sir." Alijurn heads towards the toilets and takes a quick turn into the "out of order" stall. "An illegal fighting ring, I have never seen one without shutting it down at the same time" the dragonborn mumbles to himself while giving himself some Guidance.

Stealth (dis.adv. from armor): 2 + 3

I'm not really the stealthy sort, I suppose. What to do, what to do...

Ashe will approach the tiefling, attempting to re-enter her line of sight. The half-drow hopes to get a better impression on if the tiefling recognized her or not.

(Perception: 17 or Insight 10.)

You can clearly this tiefling recognized you and is now trying to make it seem like she didn’t. However, as the gazes of you two meet, there is the ear-piercing noise of Alijurn’s armor scraping along the entrance of the secret door. Everyone looks at him sideways, but shrugs it off. The tiefling’s meanwhile, with your check, look horrified. She clears her throat and continues to gamble.

Not only did she recognize me, but she recognized our dragonborn companion. She's trying to play it cool, but she definitely knows something... This may call for some persuasion. Ashe telepathically informs Dahme'dre. She looks up to Alijurn and sends him a thought as well. Alijurn, dear, I'm down here. There is a tiefling who might know a thing or two. Perhaps we can convince her to come with us... willingly.

Dahme'dre whisper thoughts faintly into the Teifling's head, ever so quietly... She's right... it's useless... I should give in now... It'll be easier... I should come clean... We were fools... ((Get out of my head... I live here now...)) And so on trying to Help with the persuasion.

The tiefling confusedly arches a brow and thinks back, “... Dad?” She then shakes her head, muttering, “Nah, hearing things now.”

Alijurn blatantly walks into the room, with no regard for the looks he gets and stops close by the table, a foot or to from the tiefling, as if watching them gamble. He tries to peer any further reaction from her now that he is standing closer to her. 

Insight: 12

It’s difficult to gauge her reaction. She’s trying to keep out of your line of sight. 

Alijurn puts one clawed hand on her shoulder and leans down to right by her ear. "Would you be so kind and come with us. My compatriots and I find ourselves in a bit of a predicament and you might be able to help us out of it." He squeezes ever so slightly, just enough that it hurts a little bit. 

Intimidation: 11 (if Dahme'dre's help applicates to the intimidation too: 10 adv.)