The dive’s dockworker patrons are loath to talk to strangers. Garona's attempts at starting conversation are met with nothing but cold blank stares and even colder shoulders. Adva is slightly more successful and several of the patrons let her know that they remember seeing someone resembling Floon but he's not been around lately.
Coro is much more successful. His charisma is infectious and he quickly gets the crowd to open up to him with a song. After performing several requests he settles in with a few revelers for a drink and inquires about Floon. Several of them remember seeing Volo and Floon drinking together a couple of nights ago. After Volo left, Floon stuck around long enough to meet with another friend: Renaer Neverember, the son of Waterdeep’s previous Open Lord, Dagult Neverember. “Chip off the old block, that one!” sneers one patron. “Just another spoiled, rich noble who likes to rub our noses in it!” says another.
The two drank and played a few rounds of Three-Dragon Ante before leaving around midnight. Five men followed them out, and no one in the tavern knows what happened after that. The men who left shortly after Floon and Renaer haven’t returned to the tavern since, but they’re known to frequent a warehouse on Candle Lane. “Look for the snake symbol on the door,” says one of the tavern regulars.
Several of the patrons clap and let Coro know they hope he'll return. It's been some time before they have had such entertainment at the Skewered Dragon. The group reassembles outside and sets out towards Candle Lane. As you near your destination, the city grows darker and more impressive. The buildings on either side of Candle Lane are so tall and so tightly packed together that light touches the street only at high sun.
Gloom envelops a narrow alley as dark as a dungeon- and as odorous as one too. Nearly all the street lamps have been smashed. The only light that pierces the darkness is a faint flickering from down the lane, like a distant candle.
The small dragon peers into the gloom for several long moments. Garona and Coro watch with interest, keen to witness what the small creature may be capable of that would benefit them in their quest. Several more moments pass. Then several more moments pass . . .
Suddenly a large moth flies out of the night and hits the small dragon in the eye! It jerks its head back violently and paws at its face to bat the thing away. Adva struggles to keep control of the small dragon and then drops it wildly. Kaia sprawls to the street and squeaks in disapproval. Adva quickly scoops it back up and inspects it. There doesn't appear to be any damage on the creature, but it's eye appears agitated where the moth hit it. Quiet settles back over the street once more.
“There, there, looks like someone had too much dragon’s milk tonight.” Embarrassed, Adva tucks Kaisa back into her cloak. Turning back to the other two she crosses her arms. “What are you looking at? You guys got any better ideas?”
Strange.... maybe one day ill find a use for this...
"Haha... ya.... hahha i know that wouldnt work. Just trying to lighten the air. Moth's are afraid of fire. Maybe we can find a torch or something to weed out moths, in case there are any more."
As the group moves down the lane they search for signs of the mark on any doors but see none. As they approach the lone working lamp they see a large ramshackle warehouse directly across the street from the lamp, which illuminates a black winged snake painted above the door’s handle. There are several windows and another door along the front of the building.
Tables and chairs have been carelessly tossed across the floor. The corpses of a dozen men lie along the walls, their rapiers and daggers lying nearby. On the north side of the area, stairs rise to an open level above. It is dark inside with a couple of lamps causing shadows to be cast about. Adva thinks she sees movement but can't be certain.
The dive’s dockworker patrons are loath to talk to strangers. Garona's attempts at starting conversation are met with nothing but cold blank stares and even colder shoulders. Adva is slightly more successful and several of the patrons let her know that they remember seeing someone resembling Floon but he's not been around lately.
Coro is much more successful. His charisma is infectious and he quickly gets the crowd to open up to him with a song. After performing several requests he settles in with a few revelers for a drink and inquires about Floon. Several of them remember seeing Volo and Floon drinking together a couple of nights ago. After Volo left, Floon stuck around long enough to meet with another friend: Renaer Neverember, the son of Waterdeep’s previous Open Lord, Dagult Neverember. “Chip off the old block, that one!” sneers one patron. “Just another spoiled, rich noble who likes to rub our noses in it!” says another.
The two drank and played a few rounds of Three-Dragon Ante before leaving around midnight. Five men followed them out, and no one in the tavern knows what happened after that. The men who left shortly after Floon and Renaer haven’t returned to the tavern since, but they’re known to frequent a warehouse on Candle Lane. “Look for the snake symbol on the door,” says one of the tavern regulars.
”So I guess it’s off to the warehouse then?”
"Indeed!" says coro.
"...and THANK *burp* YOU!" he exclaims to the whole bar.
Several of the patrons clap and let Coro know they hope he'll return. It's been some time before they have had such entertainment at the Skewered Dragon. The group reassembles outside and sets out towards Candle Lane. As you near your destination, the city grows darker and more impressive. The buildings on either side of Candle Lane are so tall and so tightly packed together that light touches the street only at high sun.
Gloom envelops a narrow alley as dark as a dungeon- and as odorous as one too. Nearly all the street lamps have been smashed. The only light that pierces the darkness is a faint flickering from down the lane, like a distant candle.
You now stand at the edge of Candle Lane.
“Kaisa, see if you can find a snake symbol on one of these doors.” Adva opens her cloak and a pseudo dragon peeks out from a pocket.
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The small dragon peers into the gloom for several long moments. Garona and Coro watch with interest, keen to witness what the small creature may be capable of that would benefit them in their quest. Several more moments pass. Then several more moments pass . . .
Suddenly a large moth flies out of the night and hits the small dragon in the eye! It jerks its head back violently and paws at its face to bat the thing away. Adva struggles to keep control of the small dragon and then drops it wildly. Kaia sprawls to the street and squeaks in disapproval. Adva quickly scoops it back up and inspects it. There doesn't appear to be any damage on the creature, but it's eye appears agitated where the moth hit it. Quiet settles back over the street once more.
“There, there, looks like someone had too much dragon’s milk tonight.” Embarrassed, Adva tucks Kaisa back into her cloak. Turning back to the other two she crosses her arms. “What are you looking at? You guys got any better ideas?”
"Maybe I can see if this strand of hair can do something to help this situation."
Coro takes the strand of hair out of his pocket and places it inside his trumpet.
Coro places the strand into the trumpet and it lays there. Nothing else seems to happen.
“Nice.”
Strange.... maybe one day ill find a use for this...
"Haha... ya.... hahha i know that wouldnt work. Just trying to lighten the air. Moth's are afraid of fire. Maybe we can find a torch or something to weed out moths, in case there are any more."
Garona lights her torch and heads down the lane to look for the mark on the door. "Quit wasting time and move aside!"
Adva bites her tongue and quickly follows after Garona.
As the group moves down the lane they search for signs of the mark on any doors but see none. As they approach the lone working lamp they see a large ramshackle warehouse directly across the street from the lamp, which illuminates a black winged snake painted above the door’s handle. There are several windows and another door along the front of the building.
Adva tries to peek into one of the windows to assess the situation inside.
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Tables and chairs have been carelessly tossed across the floor. The corpses of a dozen men lie along the walls, their rapiers and daggers lying nearby. On the north side of the area, stairs rise to an open level above. It is dark inside with a couple of lamps causing shadows to be cast about. Adva thinks she sees movement but can't be certain.
"Should we go inside to investigate? Maybe there was a trace of Floon we can find in there."
“I don’t know if we should just waltz right in with all those dead bodies lying around.”