As the gnome bursts through the heavy door, nearly knocking it off its hinges, Slag would nod. "Impressive, living among goblins has taught me not to judge someone by their size... but..." The warforged would say before pausing as his eyes go more dim and his voice gets softer. "Arnt you breaking and entering?"

Ealoth looks to the warforged and ponders the question. "We don't even know if she was involved in the escape." 

"UUUUuuUUUUUMMMMMM! you're gunna be in trouble!" Slag would say with a cackling laugh as his eyes shine brighter for a moment. The warforged would bend over and his eyes would dim a bit as though he were squinting. "Are you sure you arn't a goblin friend" He would say as one of the lights of his eyes winks out for a moment. "Since the door is opened anyway, I guess we may as well see what is inside.." Slag would continue, turning away from his companions and making his way up the stairs. The warforged feet clanking and his tools rattling with every step. 

Turf follows behind, a lot quieter, until he shouts "Falish, we heard you were the best weaponsmith around. We have a challenge for you with this clunky machine here. He needs an upgrade" 

Menetey stumble about the room, clearly dizzy due to not wearing  helmet. "Justice...has prevailed! Is the room spinning?"

Assuming there was no answer when Turf shouted, he would walk to the copper door and listen for noises from the otherside before knocking hard 

There is no reply

Is there a lock on the copper door? If it is visible, Turf extends his hand and acid splash the lock repetitively until it breaks or someone else stops him 

Huh, that works, the acid breaks the lock as well as a hole in the door

The flickering glow of lanterns reveals a haphazard room that is thirty feet long and twenty feet wide, packed with equipment, tools, and materials. Hanging from the wall are all manner of weapons. Boxes and small crates are stuffed under tables that overflow with flasks. A workbench is piled high with tools. There’s a small living area with a bed and a large iron stove in the back of the room. And in the middle of the room is a very shocked Izzet Expelled Izzet

"Sorry about your door. You could have opened it and saved the trouble of it being broken. Have this towards repair costs" and Turf flicks 1gp her way 

"Why the hell are you here then?"

"We heard about you from our friend Krenko, I take it you have heard the good news of his escape, we are just here to check that your business with him is expected to continue as normal" (Deception: 19) 

"Yep, the Weapons and Explosivesare perfectly scheduled for their arrival at Foundry Street this sunset, The Shattergang Brothers won't know what hit 'em"

"May I inspect the weapons?" Slag would say walking towards the technician. "You know the boss... he don't trust people too good..." He would say stepping towards the wall of weapons. "he wants to make sure he is getting only the best... I uhh... am a bit of an expert when it comes to explosives and weapons myself.." He would say as his eyes glow brighter.

"All the planned equipment, the alchemist's fire, vials of acid, and of course the Eversmoking Bottle, I'm also working on some of the bombs still but most of them are done, I've already got them sent alongside the Scorchbringers so we still have alchemical weaponry even if someone stops the next shipment, I'll let you have a look at the one I have on hand, all of them the same model" *She hands you her Scorchbringer* (I'll just show you the statblock it has for the Scorchbringer attack)

Scorchbringer (Recharge 4–6). The Sorchbringer spouts a stream of flame in a line that is 30 feet long and 5 feet wide. Each creature in the line must make a DC 12 Dexterity saving throw, taking 7 (2d6) fire damage on a failed save, or half as much damage on a successful one.

Ealoth finds the situation rather uncomfortable. He lets the others do the talking as he scans the room for information that could help their search. He then looks over the female Izzet to try and get an idea of what she's up to. 

Ealoth never really enjoyed being in the tight quarters of a workshop. It made his skin crawl as the room surrounded him. He preferred the open air. 

Perception: 5
Insight: 20

OOC: Is it basically this? Pyroconverger except not likley to explode?)

Slag would pick up the weapon and look it over. "Ahh yes.. I am familiar with similar typed weapons.." The warforged would say as he gestured to a few dark scorch marks on his iron chassis. "Would you mind if I keep this one? I'd love the chance to give your weapon a test run.. who knows.. maybe I could even help you to improve upon your design! Weapon testing was one of my specialties in the Izzet League."

 "Sure, why not" Yup

Ealoth, she seems fooled by Turf and Slag's rouse, and you're pretty sure she's ernest in what she's saying

(OOC: So is the Scorchbringer a homebrew weapon that you made? I didn't see it as an item to add to my character sheet. I can add a pyroconverger though :P)

Getting the feeling that things are under control here and his involvement would only deter from Turf and Slag's operation, Ealoth returns to the small space between the two doors and keeps watch. He hoped that the two would be able to get information on Krenko's whereabouts but it looks like they've just been able to pick up some weapons. The weapons did look rather powerful though and would come in handy if they found themselves in the middle of a goblin war.