When the serving girl returns she asks. "So, about the guy my companion asked you about, he seemed to have some arrangement with this tavern, since he was advertising you guys fairly strongly at his own shop. Who would we be able to talk to about that?"
Rethan collects his own ale from the serving girl on her return and looks at it warily, wondering how clean the glass might be given the state of the rest of the tavern. But he takes a wary sip before setting it down on the table.
"You could talk to the owner," says the serving girl. "Yhelsed. Mr. Cablehand is usually drinking in the corner with some of the regulars."
She points to a corner table, much more spacious than the one these five are at. About 6 men, all looking experienced in the ways of dock fights, barroom brawls, and other forms of casual violence, are laughing and drinking. It is hard to say which of them is Yhelsed Cablehand.
"Thanks." Saralyssa says with a nod to the serving girl. "Any of you want to come with me as I go to speak to the owner, or do you want us to take a less-direct route?" She says as she looks to those around her own table.
Titus starts to speak out against Saralyssagoing over alone, but he calms down when Morph offered to accompany her. He spreads out a bit to enjoy the welcome extra room at the table. He does not take his eyes off of the strange crowd that surely must contain Yhelsed Cablehand. He had not taken a liking to this lot and he watches them intently from across the room.
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Saralyssa actually feels much better when Morph agrees to go with her. She lets him do the talking, as that is not her strong suit. After his greeting to those at the table, and polite ask if they can speak to the owner, she waits for the thugish table's response.
"That's me," says a man in the center of the group.
He is a thin, 30-something year old human leaning back against the wall, his long arms splayed out on the back of the bench his is seated on. His hair looks like he has just stepped out of the rain, despite it being a clear day. It is combed straight back, tucked behind his ears and falls behind his shoulders. It has a stringy look to it, as if this is the most attention he cares to give it. His eyes are sharp, watching everywhere else and here too. But he is clean-shaven and seems to keep a permanent show of his white teeth on display.
"State your business," he says. "If you have any actual business."
Yhelsed screws his face into a look of dissatisfaction. "Helsin, huh?" he says at length. "Yeah, I know him. He's a regular here. Can't always pay his bill, though. But we've come to an accord. He's alright."
"Well, he is dead." Saralyssa says with a frown. "We just came from his place, where his body is currently a couple days old..." She glances to those around the table. "I doubt if you upstanding individuals had anything to do with it, but would you happen to know who might want him dead? They searched his place after offing him, just so you know."
"Wait, he was offed?" says one of the blokes sitting with Cablehand.
"You know the guy?" Yhelsed says, receiving a nod in reply. "Yeah, I would have thought his liver would do him in."
This receives a few chuckles but the tavern owner ignores them. "I don't really know his business," Yhelsed says. "But he did pick up the odd job to be able to buy his grog. About a month ago he stopped asking for help with that, by the way. He said he had a good enough gig to hold him over for a while."
"That probably was what got him in trouble," says one of Yhelsed's blokes.
"No shit, Mutt," Cablehand says with some disdain. "I don't know who he threw in with, though. Nobody from here, I'd wager."
"Fiola'd know!" says Mutt, clearly trying to get back into Yhelsed's good graces.
"I was just about to say that, you loudmouthed prick," the tavern owner says. He turns back to Saralyssa, saying, "Fiola is his ex-wife. She has a blind-spot for the guy. He probably owed her a dragon's hoard in gold. Anyways, she lives over by the wall right here in the South Ward. On Junk Street."
"You seem like the types of loud-mouthed thugs I would enjoy having a pint or three with." Saralyssa says with an amused chuckle at the back and forth among the thugs around the table. "Wish I could do so now, but we better go and make sure the dead guy's old lady isn't as dead as he is." She shrugs. "I'll buy you all a round though." She puts the needed amount of coin on the table for a round of drinks.
After buying a round for the owner's table, Saralyssa walks back over to join her companions. She nods. "Yep, best get it over with and go and see her right away."
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"Oh, sure," she says. "One of the regulars. In fact, I haven't seen him for a couple of days."
She heads off to collect their orders.
Saralyssa also orders an ale.
When the serving girl returns she asks. "So, about the guy my companion asked you about, he seemed to have some arrangement with this tavern, since he was advertising you guys fairly strongly at his own shop. Who would we be able to talk to about that?"
Rethan collects his own ale from the serving girl on her return and looks at it warily, wondering how clean the glass might be given the state of the rest of the tavern. But he takes a wary sip before setting it down on the table.
(How's the ale? :P)
"You could talk to the owner," says the serving girl. "Yhelsed. Mr. Cablehand is usually drinking in the corner with some of the regulars."
She points to a corner table, much more spacious than the one these five are at. About 6 men, all looking experienced in the ways of dock fights, barroom brawls, and other forms of casual violence, are laughing and drinking. It is hard to say which of them is Yhelsed Cablehand.
It is pretty watered down.
"Thanks." Saralyssa says with a nod to the serving girl. "Any of you want to come with me as I go to speak to the owner, or do you want us to take a less-direct route?" She says as she looks to those around her own table.
"I favor approaching them but," Laniel says, looking around the cramped table, "maybe not all of us. That might come off as....threatening."
Morph responds to Saralyssa,
"Yeah, lets see what they have to say."
Morph stands up and picks up his drink before following Saralyssa.
Turning to the others,
"Be ready to come to our rescue if things turn south, they look like they would be quite capable of violence if the don't like our questions."
Morph follows Saralyssa over to the other table.
"Hello gentlemen, mind if we ask Mr. Cablehand some questions?"
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Knox | Warforged | Cleric | Shadowthorn's Out of the Abyss
Titus starts to speak out against Saralyssa going over alone, but he calms down when Morph offered to accompany her. He spreads out a bit to enjoy the welcome extra room at the table. He does not take his eyes off of the strange crowd that surely must contain Yhelsed Cablehand. He had not taken a liking to this lot and he watches them intently from across the room.
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Saralyssa actually feels much better when Morph agrees to go with her. She lets him do the talking, as that is not her strong suit. After his greeting to those at the table, and polite ask if they can speak to the owner, she waits for the thugish table's response.
Rethan keeps an eye out for trouble while Saralyssa and Morph (and maybe Laniel?) go talk to the owner.
"That's me," says a man in the center of the group.
He is a thin, 30-something year old human leaning back against the wall, his long arms splayed out on the back of the bench his is seated on. His hair looks like he has just stepped out of the rain, despite it being a clear day. It is combed straight back, tucked behind his ears and falls behind his shoulders. It has a stringy look to it, as if this is the most attention he cares to give it. His eyes are sharp, watching everywhere else and here too. But he is clean-shaven and seems to keep a permanent show of his white teeth on display.
"State your business," he says. "If you have any actual business."
"Where looking for information about Helsin Byrat."
"We believe he was a regular of this tavern and may have also had business advertising for you?"
Morph takes a sip of his ale.
"If you could help us it would be greatly appreciated."
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(sorry. I thought I posted but maybe it didn't go. I will pay again ASAP)
Yhelsed screws his face into a look of dissatisfaction. "Helsin, huh?" he says at length. "Yeah, I know him. He's a regular here. Can't always pay his bill, though. But we've come to an accord. He's alright."
"Well, he is dead." Saralyssa says with a frown. "We just came from his place, where his body is currently a couple days old..." She glances to those around the table. "I doubt if you upstanding individuals had anything to do with it, but would you happen to know who might want him dead? They searched his place after offing him, just so you know."
"Wait, he was offed?" says one of the blokes sitting with Cablehand.
"You know the guy?" Yhelsed says, receiving a nod in reply. "Yeah, I would have thought his liver would do him in."
This receives a few chuckles but the tavern owner ignores them. "I don't really know his business," Yhelsed says. "But he did pick up the odd job to be able to buy his grog. About a month ago he stopped asking for help with that, by the way. He said he had a good enough gig to hold him over for a while."
"That probably was what got him in trouble," says one of Yhelsed's blokes.
"No shit, Mutt," Cablehand says with some disdain. "I don't know who he threw in with, though. Nobody from here, I'd wager."
"Fiola'd know!" says Mutt, clearly trying to get back into Yhelsed's good graces.
"I was just about to say that, you loudmouthed prick," the tavern owner says. He turns back to Saralyssa, saying, "Fiola is his ex-wife. She has a blind-spot for the guy. He probably owed her a dragon's hoard in gold. Anyways, she lives over by the wall right here in the South Ward. On Junk Street."
"You seem like the types of loud-mouthed thugs I would enjoy having a pint or three with." Saralyssa says with an amused chuckle at the back and forth among the thugs around the table. "Wish I could do so now, but we better go and make sure the dead guy's old lady isn't as dead as he is." She shrugs. "I'll buy you all a round though." She puts the needed amount of coin on the table for a round of drinks.
Morph nods at Saralyssa's assessment,
"Lets talk with the others."
Morph takes a deep swig of his ale before walking back to the others.
"Looks like our next stop is Helsin former wife, she lives near here."
"It seems Helsin recently got involved in some lucrative work, perhaps it was with Krennic."
"But if so, who did him in and for what purpose. Me way have another player in the works."
Morph takes another deep draw on his ale before putting it down on the table and looking at over at Saralyssa.
"I think you're right and we should head out soon, in case Helsin's ex is in danger."
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After buying a round for the owner's table, Saralyssa walks back over to join her companions. She nods. "Yep, best get it over with and go and see her right away."