"Oh, hun, I'm fine, just a little scratch is all." Bea replies with a softened look and gentle smile. "Thank you for savin' my hide back there, almost lost you cause of it. Don't know what I woulda done... I need to be more perceptive. Can't have you always watchin' my back when you oughta be watchin' yours. You feelin' better though? Nothin' hurtin'?"

"I'm fine now, thanks to you." Cora smiled. "Don't worry about it. You're doing fine. I need you alive so you can save my stupid ass. I'll do what I do best, and you do what you do best, ok?" she put her forehead against yours for a minute, affectionately, and looked at you again. "Come on. Lets go see how the others are doing." 

The moment Coal is gone, Athela's face goes deadly serious. "This is worrying. Let's check on the others and tell them what we've learned."

Many of the grand homes in Mithral Tower are true to the district’s name, boasting mithral filigree. The Sharn Watch seems to be everywhere in this neighborhood full of busy scions climbing into skycoaches, hosting opulent parties, and showing off their latest purchases at all hours of the day.

Unicorn Estate has a grand unicorn statue and unicorn-shaped topiaries adorning the yard beyond an open, wrought-iron gate. Flanking this gate are two guards in House Orien livery. Each wears a beautiful helm shaped like the head of a unicorn.

The magnificent marble home is clearly owned by one of the city’s wealthiest dragonmarked families. Seated on a patio couch are two figures engaged in quiet conversation: a haggard man in his late thirties and an attentive kalashtar who holds a rose-colored crystal in his hands. Two more guards dressed like the ones at the gates stand nearby.

Athela sighs. "Balinor's bow. It took us a week and a half to get the Overlook kalashtar to warm back up to us the last time we engaged in unpleasantness with kalashtar. How do we want to get in? I'm not sure the guards will just let us through."

The haggard man in his late 30s approaches you all, curiously. "May I help you?" he asks through the gate.

Athela gives him a warm smile. "Yes, as a matter of fact. We were hoping to speak with Alden d'Orien. It's a matter of...some importance."

Vignette is standing behind Athela, arms crossed, looking passively at the haggard man an the attentive kalashtar.  She's not trying to threaten either of the two, but to give them a look that says Don't eff with us...we're professionals.

Deception: 8

"Today is your lucky day, I am he." He declares. "What can I do for you all?"

Athela raises an eyebrow. "Perhaps we might come inside the gate, rather than speaking through the bars?" she requests with a small smile.

"Very well." Alden says, letting you in with a nod to his guards. He takes you inside his house. "Now." he says. "What is this all about?"

Athela nods, her face gravely serious now as she folds her hands into her lap, looking to be the picture of a young innocent cut down in her prime, but still wanting to do a little good. "Well you see, we're researching a warforged who died recently, and we heard she worked for you for a while. We were hoping you could tell us more. Her name was Razor." Behind her earnest facade, Athela watches Alden for any signs of either guilt or intention to run.

Insight: 19

But is a little too focused on keeping up her appearance of innocence, apparently.

"Yes." Alden admits. "Well you see, i'm glad you all came around. I appear to be in a very delicate situation right now." His demeanor seems to soften and wither with worry. "All of this is involving Razor, i'm afraid. My son, Caden, has been kidnapped about a month ago. Apparently, a group of Daask are digging in Old Sharn looking for some forgotten relics. A hulking half-ogre met with me in the following days, explaining she needed expendable labor and easy transit of said labor and goods. As long as I complied, Caden would be returned unharmed when her business was done. I badly want to rescue my son but I am terrified of taking action and seeing Caden harmed. Razor must of been one of the warforged they hired. I don't know what happened to her. But, you want answers! You can find them at the dig site! Please, rescue my son!" At this particular point, the man is literally about to weep with the agony of his missing son.

Athela murmurs a soft sequence of Goblin curses at the mention of Daask, then switches back to Common. "All right, don't worry. We'll find him. We just need you to give us the location of the dig site, okay Lord d'Orien?"

Willow watches passively, skeptical that this Lord was telling them the full truth. She speaks calmly. "Other than money and work, would there be any other reason for them to kidnap your son? What can you tell us specifically about this dig site, half ogre, and her purpose? Having as much information as possible will help us retrieve your son."

Insight: 19

But like her sister, she's trying a little TOO hard to look friendly and can't get a decent read on him. 

"All I know is that if I tried to rescue him, the half-ogre would kill my son." he says. He gives you directions to the lift to the dig site in Old Sharn.

You eventually find a lift with an enclosed car that Daask uses to reach the ruins of Old Sharn. It looks like to use the lift one must open a panel and hot-wire it. An “out of order” sign hangs above a nearby button which opens the lift’s doors.

The double doors on the enclosed lift car open to reveal the inside of a 15-foot cube made of stone with etchings of unicorn patterns covering its walls. A magic orb in the ceiling illuminates the lift. Two young adults — a shifter and a well-dressed human — talk nose to nose, cradling each other’s faces in a corner of the elevator, absorbed fully in each other and taking no notice of you.

Willow eyes the two and slightly lifts her chin, muttering to herself. "Damn these people. Giving the rest of us a bad look. " She waits for one of the others to make the first move into the lift, her hand resting on her rapier handle casually. 

Bea walks in the lift with no issue. In fact, she even stands right next to the couple, a smile beaming on her face and asks them, “Room for one more?” And a cheeky little wink to go along with it.

Both women, the shifter and the human, break from their very intimate moment to look at Bea, and then the rest of you. They give you all a not so pleased look. "No. We're good." says the human. "Please leave. Thank you!"