Othokent eyes went wide at the mention of 'egg takers'. He whips around next to stare at Lux, and starts to let out a low, angry hiss when Alvaryn's laughter abruptly gives him pause. Hearing the explanation, he bobs his head up and down in understanding, and every trace of hostility vanishes from the lizardfolk in an instance. "Mmm... No. 'Kent' without 'Otho' is not smart. And I am Othokent." He explains in a matter of fact kind of tone.  

He turns back to Wrex then, giving him his full attention. "Othokent understands need for punishing then." He says slowly as if uncertain about wording. "But you let man sit in cell and rot for crime? That is... wasteful. Why not just eat? Will chieftan not eat and share and make token of warning of remains? He has proven not to be trusted to be made worker for debt of thievery. You put in cell, he just get out eventually. Or become food for small prey -- rats." He gasps. "Oh! Now I get it. By rot you mean make mold farm for medicines and poison, yes. That makes so much more sense." He says sarcastically, nodding at the thought as the continued to walk on. 

Mikkeo: The stench clears out for a moment, but only a moment before pushing back in.

Group 2: There are no other bounty hunters around to witness. Marshal Gunthur Brosth sits at a desk two doors down on the left. He is currently asleep. There doesn't seems to be anyone else in the vicinity.

If Wrex knows where the marshal is located, he would walk to the door of his office and pound on it. "Hey, I got Lux here... Where do you want him?"

There was a bit of relief from the stench before it returned forcing Torgar to hurry his pace. 

"The smell is horrendous lets try hurry"

Mazirs pace quickens to match Torgars, ever watchful of the corners and whatever is ahead.

Perception:9

Group 1: As you hurry along the tunnel, a faint light catches your attention ahead. Floating at the roof, a faint yellow orb emits dim light in the vicinity as it gently bobs up and down. What it reveals brings the group to a halt. Directly underneath it stands a large quadrupedal creature, skinless, muscles bare, parts of it in various states of decay. Shadows cling to the eye sockets of it's feline skull and rise like a vapor, and it stands completely still. Just at the edge of this faint yellow light is a chalk drawn ring spanning the width of the tunnel.

Group 2: Startled, Marshal Brosth flails in his chair before falling to the ground. He stands with a huff, "Alvarin," He says, "Always did make some peculiar friends, quick catch eh." He rights his chair and sits and reaches for a chain that hangs a good 15 feet from the ceiling but his hand stops halfway, his eyes focus first on Othokent, then on what Othokent carries. He leans forward and points at Othokent, "Y-You with the N'gtrarbi or the Ethekel tribe, and what", he stands, still pointing, alarm growing in his eyes, "the **** is that thing?"

Though his expression doesn't change, Othokent gives a brief but excited wave using his freehand as soon as the Marshall so much as looks at him; almost like a child a greeting to a known friend of the family.. only without the hugging. He then goes from sharply canting his head to the side to reeling back his head. "This is not meant for procreation, Chieftan Marshal Soft Skin. This is Othokent's prey -- his prize. We find in bad place -- the beneath -- where other crawling wrongs and dark thumpers roam. They were so, very terrible." He says, sounding sarcastic again with the last line. As he spoke, he pets the half-destroyed head of his bounty. 

"Othokent... I... hmm..I am  of egg bearer Threza tribe of two." He turns slightly away and clutches the body close to him. "You not steal Othokent's prize, yes? Would not be very... Othokent." He says, loosing warning growl at the end. 

Rolling for insight on the creature: 20

Torgar’s pace would slow until stopping completely. He wasn’t sure what he had come face to face with nor if he wanted to find out more. “Maybe it is time to go back out the cellar...” He offered as he started to slowly back away, still facing the creature while his eyes scanned the area as quickly as they could to pick up something, anything discerning. The chalk, the bobbing glow, the creature itself. 

Alvaryn laughs loudly at Othokents response to the Marshall. Shaking his head and beaming from ear to ear he thinks to himself, this fellow Othokent is most fun indeed! He turns to the Marshall and looks at him with a knowing smile on his face, waiting to see his reaction to the lizardfolks words.

Mazir walks straight into the back of the dragonborn before noticing the new light source and the creature beneath it, what is happening in this city. Matching Torgar the Tiefling begins to back away "I could distract it, make a noise behind it, maybe we can get away" she whispers.

(Does Mazir have any idea what this creature is)

Arcana:12

Wrex would smile as well after hearing Othokent speak, his eyes still covered with the cloth of his faith. "Excuse me Marshall, I would really like to get this criminal locked up. He has a really bad habit of escaping custody... Unless of course you have the authority to sentence him now... in which case I am willing to carry out whatever Justice you see fit... 

Othokent's eyes light up at Wrex's last word. After shuffling around on the spot for a moment or two, he just manages to a hold on his prize using his tail. Though anyone could casually pluck it from the bind. His tail -- while flexible than most -- was not exactly designed for holding things, let alone for long periods. "Authority to sentence? Egg bearer mention this once... said it involves kill of capture. Can..." Othokent raises a hand, but keeps his head a little bowed to show deference. "Can Othokent have the rest? Hunt not so plentiful here. Brought rations, but those not last much longer."

Group 2: "A bad place beneath the city..." The marshal says softly as he sits back down, remains quiet for a moment, contemplating. He pulls out a piece of parchment and a quill and begins writing on it, "I'm afraid I will have to have that-thing looked into by our Arcanum Auxiliar, You may either leave it here or stay until our mage friend shows up. As for Lux..." He rummages through a drawer, pulling out a pouch, then pulls out a few more coins and adds them to it's content, and pulls out another sheet, signs it and turns it towards Alvaryn, "Please sign to confirm the bounty has been completed, then you may take your payment and I will call Og to grab Lux. Oh, and my dear tortle, we cannot immediately cast judgement, courts and all, but you are welcome to weigh in during the trial."

Mazir: Though you do not know exactly what this creature is, you gather that it was set here to guard the passage, designated by the circle. 

Mikkeo: It is clear that crossing into the circle will likely set off the creature, and that it is the source of the stench.

Group 1: The creature moves not, not even with breath. There is nothing in the immediate vicinity, just dust, sewer slime, and the creature.

(I want to fight it, but would Torgar 🤔)

"I am still unclear why we are exploring this tunnel," Mikkeo almost whispers to the other two. "Are our lives worth the answer?" The bard looks again at the creature. "It seems to be some kind of guardian."

Othokent leans away, eyes narrowing into dangerous slits, and releases another low hissing, growl. ".... Othokent cannot leave others side... He takes arm for now. But returns later for rest?" He asks, attempting to compromise. As soon as there is agreement -- even one not as favorable as the lizardfolk would like, he casually drops the creatures body on the Marshall desk, seemingly uncaring or unaware of any importance to the papers. Of the arm if allowed to keep it, he carefully yet casually breaks and severe the fingers while the others talked, and sets in their own pouch.  

"We were go next, teachers?" He asks, looking from Alvaryn to Wrex in quick succession. 

Torgar tensed, clenching his greataxe tightly when Mazir bumps into him. “That was...” Shaking it off as he kept his eyes on the creature ahead. “This wasn’t what I was expecting.” The Dragonborn responded. ”I don’t know what I was expecting, but not this.” Looking to Mikkeo, ”We’ve gone as far as we can. We can report what we found and hope they have someone capable enough to look into this, but they might still ask us...” He’d turn back to the guardian once more, making sure it hadn’t moved before turning about to head back to the cellar.