"I don't think so? I know I was built differently than most warforged.. I have some tools integrated into my body... but I don't know that I was an experiment... more like I was originally created as a tool to test other experiments.. and then eventually proved myself to a a decent technician!" Slag would say excitedly as his eyes brighten once more looking to Ealoth. Noticing the disapproving look from Turf, his bright eyes would darken but he would say nothing. As the veldalkin approaches, Slags eyes would light up once more. "Yes! that is why I am here.. we are here..." He would say glancing to the others and pulling out his note to show them.

(OOC: So what does turf look like, did I miss his descriptoin?)

"KRENKO!?!? The FEIND! Rest assured, he and his cohorts shall be brought to JUSTICE!"

"Sounds good, I could use some coin!" The warforged would say as he rubs his metal jaw.

(slight description in the Ooc, he is kind of Vedalken but with flaps of almost skin like material connecting his arms to his body (like manta ray fins if he extends them)

"Krenko. Where was he last seen before the escape?" 

Ealoth listens intently as the man describes the situation. "Where on this transfer did the convict escape?" Ealoth thinks about the route that may have been used to get from here to the Udzec. He hadn't been there himself, but he'd heard stories of the prisoners detained there. Luckily, he hadn't done anything to cross the Boros Legion or the Azorius Senate as far as he knew. "I have to admit. I wasn't prepared to be involved in a gang war this early in the morning." The tall loxodon's trunk moves up and scratches his head in thought. "And you're concerned there's guild involvement as well?," he ponders.

As the other men have arrived, Erathas has been in the shadows watching. He quietly makes his way towards them all, unbeknownst to them that he has been there the entire time. So this it the assignment we've been called here to partake in? The voice comes from a particularly lanky elf. Silver, hair wildly loose to reveal a seasoned face. Bulging pink eyes, set deep within their sockets, watch carefully over the entrance to this prison. An old tattoo resembling a dagger is prominently featured just above the side of his left eye leaving a memory of his family history. Erathas, at your duty.

Ealoth does his best to not seem surprised as the voice speaks out behind him. He was usually pretty observant, but had been distracted in the talks with the others. Ealoth nods a greeting to the elf and replies, "I call myself Ealoth. Glad to make your acquaintance."

"A Gruul warband screamed through the streets, smashing anything that got in the way. The guards clashed with the Gruul; during the fight, one of them broke Krenko’s bonds and the goblin fled the scene."

Erathas looks up to the loxodon. Yes, I've seen you around the conclave. He extends his hand and speaks in loxodon. Brother in arms, brother in cause. 

Ealoth shakes he head, his ears flapping as they follow. "Their assaults are misguided." Ealoth seems frustrated at the mention of the Gruul. "What precinct did this attack occur in? We should probably start our search there unless you think he could be back to his stomping grounds on Foundry Street already." Knowing they weren't the only ones looking for Krenko caused Ealoth to worry. Going against the goblins was going to be dangerous. Going against two gangs of goblins could prove quite deadly. He looked to the others trying to discern their capabilities if they found themselves in a fight.

You feel like as a group with some fairly good intelligence you could probably take them on, "Precinct Two"

Ealoth smiles at Erathas. There was comfort in knowing that his work had been noticed. It was what he took the most pride in afterall. He shakes the elf's hand with his own and returns the greeting in kind. "Brother in arms, brother in cause," he says with purpose.

Ealoth nods to the vedalkin. "If there is anything else you need to tell us, now would be the time. The fewer surprises the better." When it seems that they've been told everything the man was willing to divulge, Ealoth will check over his gear and prepare to travel with the others once they seem ready. If discussion on where to start occurs, Ealoth will say that going to the point of escape could provide clues on to what happened. He will default to the choice the group makes though as he's rather passive when it comes to decision making. 

Erathas bends to one knee and extends his hand out, hovering over it. Without looking back at anyone.. Are we sure the Gruul didn't coordinate this attack to free Krenko? Misguided, yes. But they are quite clever. He stands back up.

"Then they shall be brought to JUSTICE as well!" Menetey bellows to Erathas. "I am Menetey, by they way! Swordsman of the Boros Legion! Pleasure to meet you!"

"I worry that that is true, I'll admit that they are indeed not the brightest in the bunch but it is possible it was organised, and I don't believe there is anything else I have left to tell you, Ealoth" 

Ealoth would notice that although much of slags body was covered with a thick red leather cloak, The parts of the warfoged he could see appeared to be pretty heavily armored. Even though there were many dents and scorch marks and pieces of metal that were jagged and rough, The warfoged seemed pretty sturdy. The Loxodon only sees a couple daggers on Slags belt mixed in between a large number of tools. loads of vials of different colored liquids not only line his chest but a few seem to be integrated into his body as well. The fingertips of the warforged also seem to come to different shaped fine points that you think could be potentially thieves tools built into his body.

Erathas nods to Menetey. Likewise. Looking now to the others. I can probably track Krenko if I know the exact location of where he last was standing. It's sort of a thing I can do. He smiles 

Ealoth nods approvingly, "That would be most helpful."

"We're not sure where he last was, one last thing though, you'll be able to find his Dossier in Sawtooth Prison which might lead you to something which could give you some leads"