“Is it? Well. Could have been worse. Could’ve killed the lot of them outright. And no offense taken, as I’ll take pride in being a bit gentler—when needed—than most of them.” Emund throws this polishing rag against the back bar and rests against it, stretching his back as it arches. 

“Sensible boss man would dress fancily. He’s to be something to fear and something to look up to, after all. Especially if they’re mucking about with neighborhood kids. Though their helping these street urchins touches me, even if it is just slow burning recruitment.” He stands and bends backwards, his spine and shoulders popping a bit as he does.

”The church was interesting. Come to find out Curtis has been squirreled away preparing for a living saint to come through. Yorvalor’s lass is likely helping him with that and was more flushed than when he bats his eyelashes at her—also had her own foreign friend. An Ethurian. What flavor was yours?”

Cade sighs. He begins to tell his friends about the Celestial that he translated and he also tells them about the letter directed to Sasha.

"If you know a Sasha that would be helpful. For some reason he or she has an interest in a Rainmaker," Cade says.

“No Sasha’s or Rainmaker’s I’m familiar with, I’m afraid. Though that letter...sounds as though a bit of blackmail has made its way to the Orchids.” Emund thinks on this for minute.

”I’ve a thought. We should go to speak with bossman there. Supposing they came here to the Nest in order to help these children Keegan saw, they did so on the promise that they’d receive help and perhaps not be made a mess of over past minor crimes. Something strange is going on here.” He knocks his knuckles on the bar and adds, “Perhaps we go with daylight too. If that is the case and we killed a slew of well intended folks, the sun might make them more docile.”

Yorvalor plays a couple of notes, makes minor adjustments. Slash is ready.

Cade looks around. He sighs. There was two reasons why he was so distrusting of people. One of the reasons he was never planning on sharing, but he thought his friends deserved to know the other reason.

"I want to tell you guys a story. After I deserted from the army, I first hid out in a place called Widowpeak. I found a nice tavern and found a few individuals that I thought I could trust. I had a bit money on me at first. I sold most of my old soldier armor and I sold a lot of other things. I first stayed in the tavern. I became friends with one of the workers. Eventually I told the worker everything. About my family, my friends, my desertion. It was quite common for some soldiers to desert and there was always a nice reward to turn in deserters. The man I thought I could trust ratted me out and I fled. I thought I could live my days out there in peace and have the comfort of actually trusting people. But that never happened I wandered from town to town for years. I did spend a prolonged amount of time in a town called in Lake Bleak, Keegan found me there," Cade says.

"I know you guys told me I can trust you and I know that I can, but it'll take me some time. I've been hurt too much and I have to be able to rely on you guys like you guys rely on me,"

(Feel free to post any dialogue between each other before picking up from here as well.  Don’t want to leave Cade hanging there)

The group finishes their conversations and routine chores around the Falcon’s Nest before heading out.  The warehouse districts are quite busy at this time.  The sound of the Rail’s whistle lighting cutting through the machinery building different products.  People pushing and moving items.  Horses bringing materials back and forth from place to place.  Some of it going over to the rail yard.  Some heading down to the docks.  Some of the workers in the warehouse are kids of different ages; not uncommon in the land for people to work.

Turning the corner and heading down some of the pathways, you see that crumbling warehouse once again.  A few people stand outside of it smoking.  Some of the kids that Keegan described are still around.  Although in the hotter mid-day, they aren’t playing quite as hard.  One of the kids outside is playing with a set of dice.  Rolling them, seeing how they land, and scooping them back up before tossing them out again.  Others are busy mending different sets of clothing.  A few teaching each other in how to stitch.  

Still, there’s a clear front door that is currently open.

What do you all do?

"All's well, Cade. We've all got our bumps and breaks." Emund offers a slight smile.

Emund looks to the folks who are enjoying their smoke outside of the warehouse and attempts to feel out whether they're just enjoying themselves or on watch (Perception: 20). He responds to Yorvalor, saying, "No sense in hesitating." He tucks the symbol of The Faith into his shirt and makes his way right up to those smokers, raising a hand in greeting.

"Bit sweaty today isn't it? We're needing to find a bloke around here–top hat, nice rags, enjoys floral pins. Hoping to relieve him of some bad advice and offer some aid." (Persuasion: 17). Emund watches to see if there's a glimmer of recognition in their faces (Perception: 19). "Not to mention, we owe a bit of an apology."

Yorvalor follows right after Emund and adds after him. He puts his hands together and makes his best apologetic face. "Well... We would like to clear up some unfortunate misunderstanding that happened the previous day. Perhaps we may speak with the gentleman in charge of this establishment? I can assure you that my friends and I here come in peace my good man." (Persuasion: 12).

Yorvalor takes a look around, but doesn't get a good sense about any of the people outside.  Still a bit too far away from the group to tell anything.  As Emund heads up, most of them are just standing around.  (I'd argue that it's Insight to 'get a feel if they're at watch or not' but your score is the same.  Continuing...) Emund you get the feeling that they're on watch.  Or at least watching after the little ones that are doing some tasks.  There isn't anything particularly threatening about their stances or attitudes.  But once you arrive, with (Yorvalor and anyone else who's visible) they do perk up a little bit.

"Not bad. Seen worse days," one says with a shrug after giving you a simple nod of a hello.  As you all start to talk, there is the bit of top hat and floral pins.  "Why do you wanna talk to the boss?  I'll carry the message." That definitely perked them up a little bit.  One of the two rougher looking people placing his hands into pockets while he puffs up his chest a bit.  Not entirely sure who, or what, he's dealing with here.

"Ohhh. Please I beg your pardon for forgetting my manners. I am the famous minstrel Yorvalor Smith, at your services my good man. I have traveled throughout the kingdom, and I have performed for many important people. I have actually performed many times at the Governor's mansion (Deception: 6). You must certainly have heard of the famous Yorvalor Smith." As Yorvalor speaks his name, he brings Slash and makes a dramatic note.

Yorvalor senses that person he's talking with is not impressed. He tries to quickly change the subject. "OK, here is the deal my good man. Me and my companions here have a very important letter that REQUIRES the immediate attention of your Boss. So unfortunately we must insist that we talk with him. Be warned, however, that the future of YOU my good man, your friends (Yorvalor points to the people around), AND the children that you so dear around here (then he points to all the children around them), may depend on us meeting with your Boss. This is very important matter. Please, be assured that we come in peace. We wish no harm to anyone." (Deception/Persuasion: 7)

Cade bursts out laughing. He stares at Yorvalor. He gives Yorvalor a look that pretty much sums up to, 'what in gods name are you doing?'. Cade shakes his head in disapproval.

"Listen, my buddy Yorvalor just had one too many drinks. You know his type. We were hoping to meet your employer and discuss some business opportunities," Cade says. (Persuasion/deception: 12)

"It involves expanding your bosses reach, we can't really discuss it here. You don't know who's listening," Cade adds. 

"Plus Yorvalor will compensate you," Cade states in Thieves Cant

The two that are hanging outside look at each other.  Then back to you all.  

"Ok.  Sure.  I'm going to go get the boss.  While the rest of you wait out here."  One of the two turns and begins to head inside.  Shutting the door behind him.  It feels like forever.  The lot of you standing outside with that lone person.  He taps his toes on the ground.  Slightly rocking on he heels while waiting.

Eventually the door opens back up.  A woman, mid-40s, stands before you in a rather clean dress.  A blue dress falls from her shoulders, with  a leather belt around her waist.  Dark brown hair done in short bantu knots, which she lightly taps a few times while looking at you all.  "Yes, I heard you have some business.  I'm Mother Amahle.  And you are?"

Cade bows in a show of respect.

"You can call me Rainmaker," Cade introduces himself. He didn't want to use his surname at first, but it sort of slipped out. He had a lot of stuff on his mind.

"Me names Keegan, and you ain't the boss. I seen the boss, you ain't 'im. Is you the one that takes care of all these kids then?" Bowing low, grabbing her hand and kissing it, "I got a soft place in me heart for orphans, and for those who watch o'er 'em. I was taken in by a place just like this, an orphan meself. Here's the thing, we really need to talk to the boss, the chap in the top hat and fancy clothes (persuasion - 10)"

Seen Cade show such respect for the first time. Yorvalor bows low. “Yorvalor Smith, famous mistrel of the Falcon’s Nest. At your service Mother Amahle. We have some questions and we hope you may be able to help us. We are also here to clear up some unfortunate misunderstandings.” He tries to remember if he has heard of this Mother (History: 12).

“Been a bit hectic at taverns lately,” Emund says. 

(Apparently I wrote something and forgot to hit send. My apologies.)

Mama Amahle let's Keegan kiss her hand, but she quickly presses a single finger under his chin.  Digging it in just a little bit.  "Smiles and charm don't win me over."  She has her hand move away from Keegan, crossing over his front while she looks at the others.  "And neither does assuming I'm not the one in charge.  You may have come wanting to speak to a specific, but you asked for me."

She gives a bit of a glance between them.  

Yorvalor, you don't recall any information about her. Or remember hearing her name about town.  "But, I appreciate folks who know what a orphans plight is.  So please, speak plainly on what you need to apologize for and your business."