Wick takes on a rueful expression as he runs a hand through his dark red stubble. "Ah, well. Can't blame a guy for trying. Listen, I'm not here to make trouble for you and yours. I have family of my own. In fact, I'm here to make amends with him before he moves on to the next world, and I didn't have a single lead until I met you." He leans in toward the doppelganger, placing on hand on hers. "You don't owe me anything, What. One survivor to another, tell me something that your family won't."

(If I need a 15th persuasion roll...)

Persuasion: 9

What thinks on it for a moment, mulling it over, and shrugs. She leans in and whispers, “I think the plan was to break someone valuable out of the Fjell, don’t know who or what though.”

Wick moves to pick up his lute again, but pauses with his hand outstretched. Instead, he reaches for his half empty bottle and tips it in a salute. He sits back and enjoys the crackling of the fire in their little circle of light in this plane amongst the stars. 

What will return the salute and do likewise.

Meanwhile upstairs...

 "Why would the Port Masons provide ships in an assassination?" Dahme'dre asks, "Was it Reynaldo, Azalf, or this 'anonymous benefactor' who targeted us to take the fall?" She asks, then adds "Unless you want to own up to that mistake yourself." She waits for a response between questions.

(Assuming Where doesn't claim responsibility for the decision.)

 "Do you think the governor was the actual target of this campaign, or was he just a bystander in a more complicated plot?" She also asks, "Are you aware of a link between the three of us that we are not? Prior to the assassination we had not met."  

“Well, we had to get here somehow, didn’t we? Plane shifting isn’t really exact unless the place is well-known enough. A ship was the only option.” Where’s expression grows serious, “The answer to each of your questions is that anonymous benefactor. They command the respect of people who I can’t even touch and the respect of people that no one would miss. I had never heard of you people before a few weeks ago. How did he know you would be here exactly? Different planes separated you, and yet here you are. Their plan went off without so much as a hitch.”

 "We also command the respect of people beyond your reach." Dahme'dre replies, "If your benefactor's plan was to strike down the governor that plan has gone off without a hitch," she says, "but if they planned to lock us away, or avoid suspicion for these deeds, you may have noticed, the hiccups seem to keep coming." She pauses. "Is Reynaldo Terff here in I'liam, or is there a contact with the Port Masons in Everywhere aside from Azalf?"    

Where shakes their head, “No, no. This city is named ‘I’lar.’ The Port Masons, and Reynaldo, are in Everywhere. Azalf, meanwhile, is in our home plane of Wylden. We flew here from Everywhere.  As for the plan... maybe you’re right... but I feel like dominos are still falling even while we sit here and chat. Then again, these could just be the ramblings of an old father past his prime, who can say.”

(Has Ashe ever heard of plane shifting that didn't involve any ships? Is there a possibility she knows someone who would know about plane shifting wouldn't immediately rat her out to the cops if she asked? She has the researcher background from sage.)

History/Arcana: 18 (They have the same bonus in case it matters which is rolled.)

(Yay. Let's hope I just used all my bad rolls up before something bad inevitably happens...)

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(Has Ashe ever heard of plane shifting that didn't involve any ships? Is there a possibility she knows someone who would know about plane shifting wouldn't immediately rat her out to the cops if she asked? She has the researcher background from sage.)

History/Arcana: 6 (They have the same bonus in case it matters which is rolled.)

 Despite your abysmal roll, you are vaguely aware that such a method was how the first people to explore the Astral Sea made it out here. Ships followed after.

Alijurn rolls taps his claws on the table. Tack-a-tack, tack-a-tack. "This is much bigger than just us. Ain't that just neat. A conspiracy." 

Who nods. He seems like the strong silent type. 

Ashe forwards the information about the location and patron of the W's to Ellywick. Don't suppose you know who Reynaldo Terff is or anyone with a ship?

(DM- I think you said I don't know Terff, but can Wick use his background feature to get passage on a ship?)

Other than he's some jumped-up crime lord and this is Terff's turf, that's a big no, lady Ashe. What kind of ship are we talking?

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(DM- I think you said I don't know Terff, but can Wick use his background feature to get passage on a ship?)

 While your background cannot secure you a vehicle, it can get you in touch with someone with a ship. You remember playing a particularly rowdy game of dragonchess with a Triton by the name of “Thuluku,” who mentioned that she had stopped by the city for last minute repairs on her ship.

Wick continues to stare into the fire. A small frown tugs at the corner of his mouth as he sends, It occurs to me that I might know someone who can help. She wouldn't be thrilled to see me, but... Wick touches his cheek, still a little raw from a web-fingered slap. Anyway, it's an option. Are we about done up there?

I'll let you know. Ashe messages.

The would-be spider covers her mouth as she faces Dahme'dre. She closes her eyes so that she seems deep in thought rather than show her spell. 

Seems the gnome could get us passage on a ship. He doesn't seem too certain though.

 Probably a better choice than asking Errich for a ride. Dahme'dre responds. Is there anything more we should squeeze out of this meeting? Dahme'dre asks Ashe and Alijurn.