Flux nods solemnly, but never really looks to Threestrings. His focus stayed fixed on where Quinn left. At least for awhile before he turns to the others with this frustrated and confused expression on him. "To each his own, I suppose. Quinn knows where to find us, if the tide brings them back to us." He glances up to the others. "Now, it sounds as if we got a location. Shall we be off, gentlemen? Having heard what you say, Sir Folan, I am certain the lad can send the new recruit to our next destination." 

“They will be missed, but we’ve gone as far as we could together.” Phrael offered solemnly, ”But, yes!” The wood elf slides up next to Flux, ”On to the Skewered Dragon!”

So off you go, and travel through the busy streets of Waterdeep, people that frequent the tavern heard and spread the tale of the group that fought a troll with Durnan (who's fame trascends waterdivian walls) kids tried to exchange a word with one of you, sometimes all three of you just to know your name and maybe play pretend with their friends, after all, a lot of people has been involved in a tavern brawl, but few of those won and then fought a nasty troll.

You finally reach the Dock Ward and as you turn a corner, you find yourselves on a street that has been cordoned off by the City Watch. Lying on the cobblestones are a half-dozen corpses, seemingly the victims of some terrible skirmish. Watch officers have disarmed and arrested three blood-drenched humans and are in the midst of questioning witnesses. One of the officers sees you. “Get on,” she says. “Nothing to see here.”

Flux is reticent to behave familiarly with the kids. But he opens up enough to give his name, and warn them to keep vigilant while they were out running about. Afterwards, he gives each a dragon (gold coin), and tell them make sure to spread the good word among their friends. "And remember. Helm is ever vigilant, but it takes good people like yourself being his eyes upon this world so that the few may come to harm." He gives each child one last hard look, memorizing their faces before he strides off.

"Just a moment of your time, sir?" Flux says, having stepped up after taking a second to calm excited nerves and mutter a prayer for strength and guidance to Helm. "Can you confirm for us if a friend of a... friend was harmed in this skirmish?" He rattles off floon's description at this point if noone else stops him.

I'd be worried if any of these people was or is your friend - says the guard as he turns to three goons kneeled with their hands on the back of their head - these are just the consequences of bad decisions taken at a young age...being part of such factions will never end well. So who are you looking for? 

Seeing that the others were not planing to pipe in at the moment, Flux continues on. "Not them. Not exactly. Me and my compatriots -- We were investigating a possible altercation with a friend of friends. A man by the name of Floon Blagmaar. Red haired. A... beauty of some sort." Flux says with a grimace. "Not too bright though, or so it was alluded. I doubt he would have gotten directly involved in this sort of affair unless forced. But if you would allow at least one of us to take a closer look? Or even speak to these young men briefly." 

Phrael was apparently distracted by the corpses strewn about, that he wasn’t even noticing the others conversing. ”Or perhaps how to get to the Skewered Dragon?” The wood elf finally speaking up as he takes his attention from the scene and toward the guard. 

Kebron eyes the bodies trying to determine if it looks like it was a skirmish, and if the three in custody could have done it.

Investigation roll 9

or Perception to sure which applies here since I'm more just looking the scene over

Pe10rception roll 

Mmmm no redheads were sighted or reported, and those three aren't a bit cooperative but we'll see to that - turn to them as he said that, with an air of confidence in their procedures, one of the kneeled figures turns over his shoulder and makes eye contact with Flux as the guard answered his questions - Flux may roll Insight - 

Kebron who managed to peek at the scene noticed that indeed it had all the signs of a collision of rival factions. 

"The Skewered Dragon shouldn't be more that a couple of blocks south, just keep going on this direction, but you should come to us for that matter, you look like good people, I don't want to find you gutted on the floor like tgose poor bastards...be careful and if you find anything suspicious let us know." Says to Phrael

Insight: 22.

Flux's raises an eye ridge in return at the figure, but remains mindful not to approach carelessly. 

"I just wanted to compare their ale to the Yawning Portal."Phrael offered, "Certainly not looking to cause any trouble." A quick glance would be given about the scene until looking at Flux and Kebron, "Just a few blocks south, friends."

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Insight: 10.

Flux's raises an eye ridge in return at the figure, but remains mindful not to approach carelessly. 

 Distracted by the whole scene it was hard to read that glance (a disturbing one, but maybe just that) poor souls so far from Helm's protection, perhaps one day you'll save them... 

Tall, densely packed tenements leave most of the neighborhood in shadow at ground level. Most of the streetlamps have had their glass smashed and their candles stolen, and the smells of salt air and excrement linger as you pass by rows of run-down buildings.

On the corner of Zastrow Street and Fillet Lane you notice the following: 

One nearby shop stands out from the others. It has a deep purple facade, and in its window hangs a stuffed beholder. Above the door hangs a sign whose elaborate letters spell out “Old Xoblob Shop.”

The Skewered Dragon faces an alley that runs between Net Street and Fillet Lane in the Dock Ward, not far from the Old Xoblob Shop. 

"Much as we would be inclined to... You and your men already have your work cut out dealing with the current escalation of troubles." Flux states. "But, if we find something, you and yours will be the first to know." He bows his head, bidding the guard goodbye at that point to follow Phrael to their destination. Flux lingers at the door of the shop as if strongly considering entering inside. But if it looks as if his companions are deadset on reaching the Skewered Dragon at this point, he simply nods and follows along, shield and symbol of Helm secreted behind his cloak.

Phrael was a bit distracted by the smells to immediately notice Flux briefly lingering at some old shop. As he does, the wood elfs pace would slow "Needing to do some shopping, Flux? Not like the skewered dragon or that pint if ale is going any where. We got time. "

(On phone) 

Kebron's eyes light up at the sight of the shop.  "OOO haven't seen that shop before.  I'm up for lookin in, might have some "interesting" stuff.

"Not in so many words, Sir Phrael. But, a quick gander might do us some good. Limited we are on members now." He says, and after tugging at his beard a few times enters the shop. Once inside he takes one good sweeping glance throughout it before saying to any visible clerk, "Ho friend, and uhm... Well met, I think is the proper greeting -- that is the proper greeting, right, Sir Phrael? Sir Kebron?" 

Following in behind Flux, Phrael would take a quick look about, “Almost my blue friend. Clerks speak a different language entirely.” Taking a few more steps inside, “We’ve got gold to spend and plenty of it!” 

A cloud of lavender-scented purple smoke trails out of the shop’s door as you peer inside. Every wall is painted purple, and every dusty knickknack on the shelves is dyed a deep violet. The hairless old gnome sitting cross-legged on the counter wears plum-colored robes. His cheeks are decorated with nine purple face-painted eyes.

The gnome lowers a pipe and exhales a cloud of lavender smoke before raising a hand. “Hail and well met! Come browse the shelves of the most curious curiosity shop in the world!”

as you guys peer through the shelfs of the store you notice how almost everything is a shade of purple and perfectly aligned with its position on the shelf and every other product displayed. Nothing seems to be actually useful, but some trinkets do catch your eye, there´s a black pirate flag adorned with a dragon´s skill and crossbones, many pieces of "art", like the shell of an egg painted with scenes of human misery in disturbing detail and some artifacts that have been used before; a heavy wooden cane, a gold monocle frame without the lens.