While taking the sheet from the Marshall and signing it, with a ridiculously extravagantly complicated signature no less, Alvaryn asks the Marshall "How long will it take your friend to analyse this thing?" Handing back the sheet and taking the pouch he continues "There are more of these things down there and worse if you believe my good friend Othokent here, and I most certainly do. I would rather not go in blind if we can find out whats going on....but you know me, I don't like to waste time!" he finishes with a wide smile as he looks at the Marshall. Then he looks to Wrex and tosses the coin pouch to him "I know that money doesn't pay any of Lux's debts to you friend but the only one who should have this is you, for what little it is worth."

Wrex will take the pouch of gold (assuming it is like what.... 10,000 gold) and attach it to his belt. Giving Alvaryn a nod he would reply "I will make sure that this is put to good use" before turning back to the marshall "You bet your ass I will be at that trial, tell me the date and time and I will be there". Wrex would then dump Lux on top of the stinking dead creature on the marshals desk before tossing the key to the manacles to him. "I will be around" he would say before turning and starting his way out of the building. 

Sensing the other two wishing to continue, Mikkeo raises a finger. "I could —" he begins. He seems to think for a second, then nods. "I could try something." He leans his sword against the wall and produces his viol. Bracing the body against his stomach, Mikkeo plucks at the strings instead of using the bow as he sings,

"I asked her what her lips were for
While lying by the hedge
She said, 'They are to stop my mouth
From fraying at the edge!'"

Tasha’s Hideous Laughter Need a WIS save of 14

Group 2: Othokent nonchalantly plops the creature on the desk, the marshal reels back slightly, and with a moist squelch, Lux is thrown on top of it, a spray of pus and rot splats down the side of the Marshals face. Trembling slighly, he wipes it off, "I-It will not be long, the mage should be along within the hour and he will either know what it is or not. The trial will be held within the week." He pulls on the chord and you hear a bell ring below you, followed by the groan of stairs and heavy footfalls. A Half-Ogre bursts in the room, "Gunthur call Og?" it says, voice making the ground quake. The Marshal continues to clean his face with a rag, "Yes, Og, Please see this prisoner to a cell." Snuffing back gathering mucus, Og replies, "Og do, send stew for Og?" He stomps over to the desk and plucks Lux off with one hand, making another revolting sound as the bodies separate, and trudges back through his door, dragging Lux along.

Gold: 50.

Group 1: Mikkeo: The creature makes no move, seemingly unaffected. 

Othokent gives the Half-Ogre a wide-berth, but not without first instinctively gripping the hilt of pain-bringer. He does not draw it. But, the whole time the Half-Ogre is around, the lizardfolk's gaze stayed glued to him and ONLY him, body tense like a coiled spring, but his expression as placid ever. Even once Og has left the room, he remains tense, and watchful for any further signs of Half-Ogre. Thus distracted, any thought of questioning either Wrex or Lux on the way out is forgotten. Nevertheless, he follows and stays almost glued to Wrex's shadow. 

As his finishes his song, Mikkeo waits for a second and then shrugs one shoulder. "It seems to have no sense of humor. Shall we return?" he asks, making his viol disappear into his costume, picking up his sword, and motioning back the way they had come.

Wrex will plan on being at the trial, walking out the door with Orthokent behind him. "You ready to purge whatever darkness is lurking in the sewers?" Wrex would say walking back towards the way they came, stretching his head back around behind him as he walked so look at his Lizardfolk companion.

Torgar curiously looked between Mikkeo and the creature as he waited to see what might happen, "Yes, let's." Following after his light source.

Othokent snaps to attention, and starts eyeing Wrex as if he just grew another head. "You wish to go back to wrong place? Did you not hear dark thumper? Soft-skin pointy eared one not too good a hunter. But even he knew not to go to bad place unknowing of creature. And Marshall Chieftan promise to have Mage -- One of Thrusk's shaman, this one thinks -- look into body. You.... not trying to get Othokent to go away, are you?" He asks warily. 

Wrex will sigh before turning and looking to Othokent.... "I am sorry friend... I am not a patient man..... but perhaps you are right, what would you like to do while we wait for this mage?" Wrex will say rubbing his eyes through the cloth covering them.

Othokent cocks his head to the side, then rights himself and looks away for a few quiet moments. He turns back and shrugs. "Men are not very patient. Always stumble in traps. Not very Othokent." He states simply. "But Othokent think he understands... expression?" Othokent pauses for a second. "We talk later of those things. Now we find places to teach Othokent, yes? Nearby places! Othokent tried learning of Thrusk from others. But, they always busy, busy busy. Think bad things of Othokent too, this one hears and smells sometimes. This one learned as much, but needs to learn more."

Othokent looks to Alvaryn if he is around, then back to Wrex. "But you and pointy ear not so busy now, so you teach Othokent things. Egg Bearer said... Egg Bearer said that is the right of things, yes. Repay through knowledge?" 

Group 2: It isn't long before a robed figure bursts through the door with two others in tow, one a half-orc man decked out with bone jewelry with several daggers sheathed in various spots, the other a human woman in half plate with two rods, one at each hip. The robed man rushes up to the desk, hands shooting on to the creature, "This is it, Marshal? This does not bode well." He turns to Group 2, "Where did you find this creature?" he asks.

Alvaryn stirs from his thoughts as the figures enter the room, the look of excitement returning with his anticipation of the information. As the robed man asks his question Alvaryn replies “We found this funny little blighter in the sewers out in the outskirts near the old Haymer’s Haberdashery shop, chased a bounty out of there and across the street before he dived in. I assume you know what this is? There was certainly more down there, my good friend Mr Othokent is keen of sense and describes much more that we did not see.”

"I do not wish to fight this creature, i have no idea what it is, i do need to find what what has called me down here, maybe it is past this thing" Mazir takes a step forward steeling herself and casts Thaumaturgy behind the creature making a loud knocking sound on the wall to the creatures rear. "We could maybe find a way around, another entrance to the sewers" 

Othokent faintly nods in agreement with Alvaryn, but again stood rooted to the spot. This time he had didn't keep a hand rested on one of his blades; but, he still watched the half-orc man with a great deal of interest. Of the human woman with him, she only warranted a short but narrowed-eyed look of interest before the cold, dark eyes of the lizardfolk was back on the Half-orc.

"That one makes them, this one thinks." He states nonchalantly. "Or could if want, Kin that's not kin of Egg Bearer Threza... You do know her, yes? You also former Blacktusk?"

Wrex will stand with the others, ready to purge the sewers.

Group 1: The noise elicits no response, the only movement is the shadows wafting up from where the creatures eyes should be.

Group 2: The half orc shaman, noticing the lizardfolk for the first time, replies with a short "No" and continues to watch the mage.

The robed mage mutters a few words, waves a hand over the creature, and his eyes seem to trace a line going to the left of the room and beneath. He looks back up to Marshal Brosth, "Get the Vice-Marshal." Marshal Brosth then stands quickly, knocking over the chair, face pale, and rushes off to the door opposite Og's lair. The mage turn's to Group 2, pulls his hood back and rests his hands on the desk behind him, Human, but not quite though none of you can quite place it. He speaks "I will tell all once the Vice-Marshal arrives, but I would like to know if any of you, besides the tortle of course, would be willing to make an expedition into the sewers, specifically to kill a bunch of undead things? Well paid, as you would imagine, but deadly work.

"Let's return then," Mikkeo suggests, still fighting being physically affected by the stench.

Othokent nods, simply accepting the Shaman's words. After he does his best approximation of a grimace, but it comes out as more of an aggressive smile having gotten his teeth involved in the act. "This one thought blood taste bad for reason. But you want this one to go back in wrong place so soon? That's... that's..." Othokent trails off and glances over to Wrex and Alvaryn. "This one will... go. Not want new teachers to lose way in the deep. Even if its not very Othokent... Maybe that's why egg bearer send him to this place." He confesses all, but the last part clearer. The last actually comes out as murmured after thought as he looks to mercy-killer: a dagger made of bone treated and reshaped to some extent. 

Torgar would follow Mikkeo back out the tunnel, taking a right at the fork, and then going single file out the hole the Dragonborn had made earlier. Once in the cellar he’d put the greataxe away as he looked to the others. “Do we go to the homeowner now or city watch or Marshal? Either of you know the chain of command in this city?”