"You are too straightlaced, a little adventure never hurt." Conor replies to Arc, after hearing about the window as well.  "I found a mark on the wall, I don't recognise it, do any of you know what it is - look." Pulling strands of magic together the rogue creates an illusion of the mark as he saw it resting in the palm of his hand, slowly rotating so the members of the group can all see it. "I am not against a little climb, and I can get up and open the window - your little friend might want to disappear and go investigate then, I can always go and help them if needed..." looking at the sprite which is right in his face he adds "unless you are scared little one?"

Casts minor illusion

Nobody recognises the rune on the wall that you weave from illusory magic.

Alexia shrugs in response to Conor's question, glancing briefly at Riannis.

Riannis does a little flip. "Not scared," she says scornfully. "Some big people don't like trusting me 'cause I'm with Lexi, so I check. Duh. I can look around inside if you open the window!"

“What’s all this talk about robed people? What’s wrong with wearing robes? Seems sort of harmless.”

"The Temple is not a trip I will be making," Az says flatly. She then turns to Conor and Riannis. "I think breaking in is a mistake. None of us are from here nor do we have allies here if we are caught," Az cautions then turns back to the warforge. "Arc do you mean robed figures from last night when you two," she motions to Alexia, "got the chest," she asks curiously while looking confused.

“Yes, the curious robed figures from last night.  I find them mysterious.”  

Arc looked around “I have a better idea than breaking in. We can ask local merchants about this place as we look for a buyer for this chest. “  He begins to survey the neighborhood for shops.

“Oh! That’s a good idea, Arc. Let’s go ask.”

Galius seems like he’s more interested in just watching the Kreig than in the subject matter.

Alexia nods. "That sounds like a good idea," she says softly.

Riannis flutters over to Alexia and lands on her shoulder, looking mildly disgruntled.

"I still want to know what is going on in there, it has piqued my curiosity - if we can't find any answers your way, I'm going to have a look, hopefully with my fearless new friend."  Conor looks frustrated at the common sense displayed by the others but offers no further objections.

The most interesting looking shop is a trinkets store down the street called Glaima's Grotto. This seems to be the one most likely to purchase the chest. The windows display myriad non-magical oddities, from silver-plated bones to colour-changing crystals; all set against a backdrop of indigo silks blocking the view inside.

Those who enter over the threshold are greeted by a dark little shop lit by tallow candles. The oddities line shelves and hang from the ceilings in many points. Behind a counter in the corner is an attractive middle-aged sunblessed woman with shimmering blood-red hair. She currently sits reading scrolls, and looks up and down her nose at you as you enter the shop. After what feels like a brief and invasive inspection by her calculating eyes, she returns her gaze to her scrolls.

"So, we're asking around," Az asks curiously while looking at the group her brooding expression having returned she looks anxiously at the strangers around them.

Alexia nods at Az. "Sounds like the plan," she says softly. When entering Glaima's Grotto, she practically shrinks under the woman's gaze, wrapping her arms tightly around herself and swallowing hard, staring at the ground.

Riannis blinks out of sight again and hovers near Alexia reassuringly.

Is it common that Sunblessed become shopkeeps?

“Miss? Might I have a moment of your time? I’m sure many people ask for your time, but this may be a profit to you.”

Arc walks up with the chest as Galius speaks to the shop keeper in Glaima's Grotto.  "Indeed, we have a most stylish chest here we are interested in selling or trading.  I think it would go well with the other items in your shop."  Arc spins it slowly right and left so the little bit of light can reflect off the surfaces.

Az doesn't talk just admirers the wares letting Galius and Arc work their social grace with the other sunblessed.

As the group go inside Conor spends his time studying Kwenthro's  from near the shop the others have gone into (or somehwere in the middle if the gap is too far) and the surrounding area, looking for the presence of local guards, anyone attempting to enter the shop or seeming to be watching it as he is.

The woman looks up from her scrolls as the two of you approach. "Is that so?" She replies in an accent that you have only heard the wealthy nobility utilising. She takes the chest from Arcast and steadily twists and inspects it from the candlelight, taking a good look through a small magnifying lens. "This," she addresses you both in a short and curt tone, "is one of Kwenthro's works." She puts the chest down on her counter perhaps a little harder than one should when dealing with glass. Sighing, she rolls her eyes, "Ten suns. If I had a mind to, I could purchase a shelf-full of these chests when that old fool re-opens his shop, so you will get no more than ten." She looks at you both with calculating eyes, awaiting your answer.

[OoC]: It's not unusual for a sunblessed to be a merchant. They lead normal lives, but are just of a higher social standing. They would absolutely be the owners of the business however, not somebody's lackey.

Conor - Wisdom (Perception): 8

Conor, as you survey the area around the small warehouse, you lean against a building adjacent to Glaima's. Looking carefully between the bustling crowds, you notice a short wiry young man a couple of doors over from Kwenthro's, about eighty feet away from you. He sits on a small step offering to polish shoes to the socialites walking past. As your eyes switch between a nearby noble carrying a violet-coloured parasol to the youth, you notice that he was already watching you. His eyes quickly leave yours, and he stands with his small bag of polishes. He starts to head in the opposite direction down the street to you at a brisk pace, towards a busy crossroads - shooting a quick glance over his shoulder towards you. You quickly ascertain that you need to leave immediately if you wish to follow or catch him. 

Alexia relaxes slightly when the woman's attention leaves her, staying at the back of the group with her head down.

Riannis, upon seeing Conor not following the others, stays with him, popping briefly into visibility so he knows she's there before going invisible again.

"Time for some fun, I think I'll see where you take me.  If you are coming, keep an eye on me for now, you'll see why." Conor whispers to the sprite then steps towards the boy but as soon as he can be near an area slightly more obscured than general he quietly weaves a spell upon himself, making sure the boy isn't watching. Moments later a dark-skinned man of average height wearing fashionably cut clothes in neutral colours that wouldn't stand out too much in the crowd, moves off, looking like he's in a rush as he presses down towards the crossing keeping an eye out on the youth as he does. Confident that the sprite is nearby he continues speaking quietly "If I look like I really need help go and get your mistress, otherwise stay close."

Casts Disguise Self