After a bit of looking, Dahme’dre manages hound down a human-looking creature who was sitting at a bench. It appears to be much larger than the average humanoid and wears a traveler’s cloak that covers most of its features, save for its tough grayish skin beneath. It gives off a snort when you get its attention, “Evening ma’am, somethin’ that you need?”

Alijurn, mask on his face, shrugs and says: "I don't have much of a disguise on me. This will have to do, unless my face is to be revealed. If people ask i'll just say i'm at leave in town."

(OOC: This of course happened before them bumping into the goliath. Posting at the same time is a bish)

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Alijurn, mask on his face, shrugs and says: "I don't have much of a disguise on me. This will have to do, unless my face is to be revealed. If people ask i'll just say i'm at leave in town."

(OOC: This of course happened before them bumping into the goliath. Posting at the same time is a bish)

 (OOC: That it is! Haha. That’s perfectly fine. The mask has been taken into account.)

I never met a Goliath I didn't like. Dahme'dre's thoughts are shared with her allies, Traveling alone can be so difficult for a lady. We aren't together, if anyone's looking for a group of three. 

Dahme'dre sits beside the Goliath on the bench, which conveniently hides her face in the profile of her hood. "Thank you for offering. I am indeed in some need." She says, "I'm in town on business, and I've been delayed because of the terrible business that occurred at the inauguration. I'm going to need to stay in town for awhile unexpectedly. Of course I haven't made any reservations. Are there any hotels near the rail station that you could recommend?" 

The figure strokes its chin under his hood while looking forward, not making any effort to look Dahme’dre in the eye, “Terrible business indeed. From what I’ve ‘eard, they ain’t allowing anyone to leave the city till they finish they’s investigation. Always something going on out ‘ere. Anyway, there’s a couple places I’ve ‘eard people like, but none of them ‘ave ever struck my fancy. Some don’t really care for my kind ‘round fancy types and such. Nah, Bridgeway’s is the best place if you need a room to stay and interesting people to talk to.” The figure nods a bit as if reminiscing.

 "Interesting people I might look for another time." Dahme'dre says quietly, "Tonight I just need a quiet room and easy transportation close by. Down this way?..." She asks, "Who in their right mind doesn't care for your people? The strongest, bravest, most honorable folk I've had the pleasure of knowing..." She's starting to stand out instead of blending in. She feels her blood rise and her eyes take on a soft glow. She takes a breathe and bids the giant farewell, "Thank you!" She stands and waves a hand over her head as she starts for Bridgeway's in the indicated direction without looking back.

The hooded figure seems shocked, but appreciative of your words, albeit it’s difficult to tell because of the shadow. He gives you a wordless wave as you bid him farewell. With that, you set off toward Bridgeway’s, which according to the directions the figure gave you, should only be a couple of blocks away, it should take you less than thirty minutes. Was there anything else that you three wanted to do while in Sayer’s Rest?

Dahme'dre visits the shops looking to pick up a Healer's Kit and a Disguise Kit, though she wouldn't be able to afford them with the coin she's carrying, but with a little charm she can probably get a great deal. She gives the exposed part of her face, makeshift eye-patch, and dress a quick clean and perfumes the air with a dash of Presto. (Persuasion: (1)27)

She also takes a look through some of the shop front windows, having spotted a few 'magical trinkets' along the way. Anything interesting and completely unaffordable? (Investigation: (1)11)

(She's got 21 gold.)

The healer’s kit and disguise kit could be bartered down from their 30 gp total down to 20 gp combo deal. However, that is the absolute lowest that the shopkeeper is willing to go. Meanwhile, in regards to magical trinkets, you manage to find a very small shop named “Millie’s Magnificents.” Inside, there seems to be several modest trinkets, such as a helm with red, glowing eye slits; a fancy, pointed hat; armors that can be immediately discarded; a cloak that changes styles at will; and many other minor magical devices. If you looked around, you could probably find many different common items. However, in the very back of the store, hung on a single hook, surrounded by a velvet rope, is a pristine, white, poofy jacket.

Dahme'dre pulls her little book out, and her spectral hand makes a note of the place. We'll be back little shop.

Alijurn rifles through his leather pouch and pulls out some lint. "No money to go shopping with, unfortunately. Or pay for a nights rest for that matter..."

Ashe is unnaturally interested in this pointy hat. 

The tag on the hat reads, “Hat of Wizardry, ask us upfront about custom coloration and gift wrapping!”

"Greetings my dear sir, how much would it be for a lovely hat in black?" Ashe will be bad and inquire about the item.

As you walk up to the counter, you hear a voice call from the back, “Be right there! Give me one moment!” The voice sounds young and girlish. You then hear clattering and clanging and a few elvish curse words. From behind a curtain a young girl with long blonde hair, sharp, pointed ears, and bangs that cover her eyes emerges. She has a little bit of a lisp as she says, “Oh! The hat of wizardry, that’s a very good choice. The coloration is complimentary with any purchase, but the hat itself will cost you 50 gold pieces.”

Ashe makes a show of looking through her pockets. "Oh deary me, I seem to have forgotten my wallet. Could you be a dear and hold that lovely hat for me?"

“Absolutely, what’s your name?” The little girl reaches behind her and pulls a glowing stamp out of thin air, “How long do you need it held?”

Ashe thinks on the fly for a moment before blurting out “Muffet.” The girl tilts her head, “Muffet?” Ashe nods in affirmation, “That’s right, first name, Muffet, last name, Aster. Muffet Aster.” The girl smiles and stamps the hat’s tag, “That’s a very pretty name, Ms. Muffet. I’ll hold it here for you for while. Let me know if you need any extensions!”

Ashe meanwhile steps away from the girl who has gone to put the hat in the back, she raises the back of her hand to her mouth to conceal her giggling, “Ufufufu, quite clever don’t you think? Shall we be going now? I do grow tired being so clever.”

Dahme'dre finds a room and checks in under the name Alice Kent. She never claims to be Alive Kent, but she pushes right on the line of... untruth, "You don't have a reservation for Alice Kent, but I'd like to get a room on the ground level for the week." In the room she considers her options for a disguise. She packs her riding cloak, sets her hair into a wig with dark red curls, and dons a pair of wire frame spectacles from the disguise kit.

She finds an inconspicuous corner in the common area and listens in other people's business, hoping to find out about this assassination. Was the victim popular? How would his death affect the city, its citizens and businesses? Did people suspect anything odd? Had they heard of the escape?

While she sits she picks at a hunk of bread, feeding pieces in turn to herself and to Mondra'goran, who sits in her lap under the table. When the others arrive close behind her, she calls them wordlessly to join her. Her voice is clear though she doesn't speak.

(I assume she can get a room for less than a gold.)

You find your way over to Bridgeway’s easily. The inn is a two-story tall brick building. As you walk inside, the interior is suffused with motes of light that flicker and dance at the center of the tables. There are couches arranged for those that are in conversation, a bar for those that need a drink, and normal tables for those that need some grub. The owner seems to be a fire genasi in a black vest and white undershirt, he greets you as you enter, “Evening, miss. What can I do for you?” He informs you that a room is 2 silver. 

Meanwhile, if you’d like to eavesdrop, give me an Investigation or Perception check.

However, before that, you hear a familiar voice next to you, sitting at the bar, “Glad to see ya took my advice. Nice place, right? Don’t know ‘ow I beat ya here though, ‘ope ya didn’t get lost on my account.” You look, and sure enough, it is the same cloaked figure from earlier.