Blix jumps out from behind the door. "Spatula is Blixanix man! He only toys with stupid Izola! Your pain is boring, Blix is TRUUUUUUE WONDERNESSSS!" Blix licks a scimitar to cut his tongue and spits on the floor in front of Izola before running off. 

"Hmph," Izola shakes her head. "Damn that little goblin...  he's good." She casts a sudden glance at the others in the room still, "Of course, my comment is between us. I hope you find what you are looking for..."

What do you do now? Regroup at the entrance and share thoughts? Going somewhere?

((I figure we'll regroup out front.))

You all gather at the front on this dark night. The air is quite crisp and biting, enough so that you miss the warm of the Chemister's Brew. While you gather your thoughts and explain what you know, you see some other patrons of the Brew leave. Interestingly enough, some of them have at least 1 more eye than normal for their race and you spot a pink Vedalken.

Grishkar glides out of the tavern and waits for the others, watching intently at the strange menagerie of patrons.

Blix eyes one of the many eyed passerby. "Bug-folk has many eyes, yes? Maybe many eyed people know many eyed people?" He waves at one of them with a grin on his face. "Or Blix says we go check out turf-war. Sounds fun!" 

"That's certainly an idea," Rukorm grunts at Blix's proposition. "And if these... folk... don't pan out, I know I guy in the legion that might be able to help if we can get more specifics on who this bloody bug is."

With that, the bull walks up and, not taking his eye of their extra ones, flags down one of the patrons leaving the bar. "Hey... mate, I'm lookin' for a bug guy who was hear a few days ago with a human girl. You know 'im?"

Persuasion to find info about buggo - 6

Investigation if you'd prefer that - 12

You have some problems properly conveying your questions and receive no new info.

"Well, Simic or Kraul, that seems to be the question," Roya muses. "Red Wastes seem to be our one lead though it seems rather vague. Any hints on Simic haunts beyond their labs?" She thinks for a second. "Well, I may know someone who can help if it comes to that." She looks to the others and asks "Red Wastes?"

Nature to discern which the bug man could be: 16

"Yes!" chortles Klox, "Off to the Red Wastes to visit the bumpkin cousins and find the buggy-boo!"

With that chortle, the non-goblins follow Klox and Blix to the Red Wastes. It would appear that these goblins have familial ties to the Gruul, which the others only hope proves more useful than distracting. You head north twisting around side streets and alleyways until you notice around you the buildings are less inhabited. You spy a few denizens here and there, but soon the buildings start to resemble ruins and rubble than actual liveable spaces (or at least liveable for your city dwellers).

There are a handful of people visible here. You spot mostly humans, goblins, and viashinos out and about. They seem to be camping out and enjoying the view of the sky above as they tell each other tales. Many of them are tattooed with similar designs and colors that most of you have come to associate with the Gruul:

Roya touches her chest while mumbling and a shimmering field surrounds her before fading as she casts mage armor. 

“Can’t be too careful,” she says while looking around to see what else she notices. 

Perception: 26

Blix snorts the air. "This is waking Blix memories of big stampede. Beautiful mashed potato bones Blix got that day.. Hey Klox? You wanna talk to campers and ask 'bout bugsies?" 

Klox meanders over towards some goblins playing a familiar game of "kick the helm" with an old broken Boros helmet alongside the street. Holding his hands i n the air showishly, Giggle's spiked chain clinking in his grip, he addresses his inattentive audience. "Cousins! Friendy-friends! Klox back among rubble-rousers after long-time city hi-jinks!  Who of yous is most street-smart gobbo this day?"

Performance to get some attention: 7

((Well poo.))

Grishkar watches the goblins with a disconnected interest, instead paying more attention to the ruined architecture and any inhabitants, "Keep an eye out, Jeremiah." The ghostly servitor seems to just hang as a gloomy specter.

(Perception: 23)

Roya doesn't see much else. (Where you looking for something in particular?)

A deep rumble of laughter escapes from a bald human's lips. He slaps his knee while the others around the campfire seem to sneer at Klox. "Who are you to call us cousins small one?" The question comes from a red skinned viashino. 

Jeremiah sighs and wanders off in search... But in the eyes of the audience its clear he is slacking off.

"Klox is me!" spouts the goblin, pushing out his chest a little more at the affront. "Lambaster of Lickit the Low, Swiper of Simic Slimery, Raised of Rubble and Heister of Helms!" With a dramatic flourish he jangles the spiked chain along the ground. "And now Leasher of Laughter and Chainer of Chortles! I on quest for mayhem and hope old family can help."

Persuasion: 14

(I don’t think Roya Is very familiar with these parts, so she trying to take it all in; In particular, threats to her person and any Golgari-like folk). 

Roya senses any of the people present are dangerous. Those around the campfires all have weapons visible and readily available. Clubs, axes, and slings. Everyone knows that there is actually quite a lot of wildlife in the Red Wastes. It's likely that some people here have weapons to protect themselves against the more dangerous animals in the area. 

"Har! I like you," the viashino's lips curl up into a toothy grin. "One of ours turned Rakdos. Could be worse - could be one of them Boros! Hah!" He spits at the ground cursing the name. "What can we do to help, cousin?" 

"We's looking for a bug-a-boo boy, what ran off with a fancy human girl this way." Says Klox, dipping into a bit of his old Rubble Belt drawl. "Maybe he was a bit Simic-y or Golgari? Either way, we need to find our missing girly."