The children are nowhere to be seen as the adventurers exit the cellar complex and subsequently the sewer. Upon emerge from the disgusting sewer, they all take deep lungfuls of clean air. They don't realize at first that they are completely surrounded by a large crowd of people. When they cast their attention to the people staring at them, they realize finally that the crowd is composed of a dozen city watch with their hands on their weapons.

The sergeant steps forward and projects with a clear, commanding voice. "I hereby place you under arrest for violating the city code of conduct. The charge is disturbing the peace. Surrender your weapons and come peacefully."

Mal happily tosses his rapier to the ground. "Oh good, the cops showed up. Guess it's time to report a robbery. We do seem to be the active witnesses around here, don't we?" Mal immediately lays down in the street, seemingly with every intention of letting the guards drag his tired and beaten (and slightly bleeding) body to whatever prison they would so choose, so long as he could get in a quick nap on the way.

"And terribly convenient of you all to show up now, rather than, say a few minutes ago, before we dropped into the sewer after the thieves." He pops open an eye. "Say, did any of the demon bodies stick around, or do they disintegrate upon death on the mortal plane? I can't say I've ever really thought about it before. Maybe I'll write a limerick about it. 'There once was  a demon of Buzzlewub... or something like that."

Titus salutes the seargent and lowers his weapons “Good evening sir, I am Titus Vorenus first shield third legion.” He clang his axe against his legionary symbol on his shield. His booming and authoritative voice clashed with his squalid clothes. “As my friend has said, we have much to discuss with the city guard after tonight’s events, and we will go willingly. But sir, we must remain vigilant. There are powerful forces who now oppose us, we will keep our weapons and accompany you to your precinct headquarters. 

Persuasion

20

Rethan shakes his head and has to suppress his laughter at Mal's comments, and smirks when the other man lays down.  "All he wanted was a tummy rub..." he murmurs under his breath to continue the verse.  Louder, to the watch sergeant, he asks, "Is it disturbing the peace to defend oneself from demons trying to rob them?"  Despite Titus' comment, Rethan casually tosses his glaive to a nearby watchman.  "You better take good care of that.  If it goes missing, I'll not take it kindly," he says in a low voice, just short of threatening.

Morph assesses his surroundings, before deciding on any course of action.

(DM, could I get an idea of the layout of our position, and that of the Watch, and surrounding buildings/features?)

The party came out in the street near to where the bustling tavern is. A crowd of people still engage in merrymaking there. 400 or so feet to the north is the manor. Many eyes are watching the scene in the early morning light from bedroom windows.

The watch nearly encircle the party. Nobody is directly behind any of them, but there is also no place to run that direction. That way lies only a wall, about 12 feet away.

Laniel throws up his hands, covered in blood, to show he has no weapons. He removes his tattered night shirt, leaving just torn pants, clearly empty of any weapons. "I'm sure this is just a misunderstanding," Laniel says.

"We have plenty of witnesses," the sergeant says flatly. To Titus he pauses, looking the dragonborn up and down. "Believe it or not," he says, "I've heard of you. Fear not. We will take good care of your weapons. We cannot allow them in the courthouse, though. How about this: I will let you keep whatever else you have if you comply. Weapons are our only concern."

(There's not much point trying to run from the watch.  I could get us all out with the teleportation helmet if I really wanted to, but we're well known to the watch at this point,t hey know exactly where to find us later if we run, unless we abandon Trollskull Manor)

Morph sighs, a look of tired and frustrated anxiety on his face.

He pulls out his own dagger and then the two weapons he collected from Bel.

"We get attacked again and again, and it is us that gets arrested. To be honest, I had a much better regard for the Watch only just a few days ago, but now, now I'm not so sure."

"How is it that devils can brake and enter into someone's home, right here in Waterdeep, and then when confronted, they attack the home owners, only for the home owner to be arrested for defending themselves?"

"Perhaps the Guard should have a stronger presence in the city, if the Watch can't keep us safe in our own homes?"

All the energy from the fight, leaves Morph and he almost slumps to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'm...I'm just so tired..."

"Yup. You guys got stretchers? A wagon? We lost a good night of sleep over tonight... not unlike much of this part of the town."

Mal gives Rethan a brief but knowing glance. His ears are selectively sharp, especially when it comes to rhymes.

Titus reluctantly hands over his weapon, feeling naked without it.The party is escorted through the city to the Dock Ward, past many early-rising gawkers. The twelve city watch walk in silence, two of them helping Mal along until he gives in and walks on his own two feet, singing bawdy songs as they go. A dark cloud hangs over Morph, while Rethan and Laniel occasionally say a few pleasantries to each other but otherwise walk in silence.

They eventually arrive at the courthouse in the Dock Ward and are placed in a cell until the magistrate is ready to hear their case.

(3 hours pass before any word comes about the magistrate being ready. All characters may take a short rest.)

Laniel spends his last hit die: 5.

While resting, he takes a turn looking at the stone for second time that evening. "One of those kids attuned to this?" he asks Mal.

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"Yup. You guys got stretchers? A wagon? We lost a good night of sleep over tonight... not unlike much of this part of the town."

Mal gives Rethan a brief but knowing glance. His ears are selectively sharp, especially when it comes to rhymes.

 (Mal was intended to hear it :P)

Rethan also spends a hit die: 7  Make that two: 5

Hearing Laniel's comment, Rethan directs his attention towards the monk and Mal.  "Any idea what that means?  What it actually does?" He asks.

"Besides get cats eaten by mimics?" he adds with a frown.  "Wonder why they decided to arrest us this time.  It's not like we haven't interacted with the guard after pretty much every incident so far, and it's never been a problem..."

Upon being left alone in the cell, Morph lays his hand, a little heavily, on Lanial's shoulder, releasing a burst of divine light over him, and helping to restore his health a little more.

Action: Cast Cure Wounds (L2) on Lanial: 10 HP healed

Morph takes a little time to rest and recover, along with his friends, before taking out the stone. (Using last hit dice to heal: 5 HP healed)

Allowing others to look at the stone, Morph holds onto it, deciding to attune to it while they wait.

"I have bad feelings about...well everything. I'm not going to let the stone go without at least seeing what can be learned by attuning to it."

"At least while we still can anyway."

Morph responds to Rethan's comments about Midnight's demise.

"Can anything be done to restore Midnight?"

Last hit die: 4

"Be careful" Mal whispers to Morph, "It was already attuned to one of the kids - a girl. She said is spoke to her somehow."

(Sorry busy today and won’t be able to do a proper post til later tonight, but Titus will use the rest of his hit die and will brood about being stuck in a cell)

Morph:

Rethan shrugs at Morph.  "I can perform the ritual again to re-summon him.  I doubt he'll be pleased about being eaten though..."  He looks around at the cell.  "Sadly, I don't have the materials on me to do so right now.  A pity, since we clearly have some 'free' time..."

Morph goes a little stiff at the accelerated attunement and it's accompanying knowledge and words. 

Morph seems to have zoned out, and doesn't respond to Rethan. 

Morph:

Morph continues to look blankly at the wall.

Morph looks down at his Combat Medic Manual.