Athela nods decisively. "Then let's head for that one first, is that all right with everyone?"

Willow stretches when she wakes up, earlier than her sister. She calmly doodles in her sketchbook while the others wake up. At the mention of continuing forward, she shoves her notebook back into her bag before standing and dusting herself off. "Ooooh. Kenku? Aren't those the bird people? Heading there is alright with me." Her ears perk and her tail sways back and forth slightly with interest. 

You all approach the door that Cora saw the Kenku in. She quietly opens the door. Cabinets hang on the north wall of this large room, which is hazy with the smell of tobacco. Near the east wall stands an overstuffed couch. A frantic gnoll is picking up papers from the floor to throw into a burning brazier at the center of the room. Beyond the brazier, Sergeant Vilroy is bound at the hands and feet with rope, lying bloodied and unconscious on a large mattress.

Athela smiles grimly and casts guidance. "Right, let's go rescue the Sergeant."

Initiative: 7

The gnoll turns and startles violently, screaming a high pitched scream like being caught doing something extremely naughty. Cora took the advantage of the moment and slashed her blade across the gnolls throat. With blood spraying everywhere, it died in a gurgling pile of fur.

"Save Vilroy, i'll look at these papers." she said like nothing happened.

Athela raises an eyebrow. "That was fast. Can someone who can actually bend down help the Sergeant with her ropes?" She rolls over next to Cora to look at the papers with the red black haired woman.

Kneeling down, Cora pushed th dead gnoll aside. "Gross." she muttered. She ruffled through the remaining papers and found two of note. She glanced up at Athela. "Look at this, professor." she said, handing it to you. One was a receipt for a lightning rail ticket, indicating the time, date, and journey someone's lightning rail trip to Wroat. The boarding time was in about 30 minutes. The other document contains a list of the names and addresses of the warforged hired to work in the ruins of Old Sharn. 

Athela frowns. "Hmmm...this is problematic. I wonder who is taking the rail? Because this seems to imply they've found something and are taking it to Wroat." She looks up sharply. "We may still be able to catch them." She looks at the others. "How is the Sergeant?"

Bea goes ahead and unties the sergeant, bringing them down carefully to the ground. “Mia, do you mind?” She asks to the paladin, gesturing to Vilroy.

"Maybe Vilroy would know." Cora suggested. "You know. Once she's awake and not bleeding all over the sheets."

Mia will walk in, blade in hand and cut the Sergeant free. She'd sit the sergeant up with glowing palms.

Casting lay on hands x 1

(nvm. you beat me to it.)

 She'd sit the sergeant up with glowing palms. Casting lay on hands x 1

Vilroy rouses slowly, groaning. She is grateful to see you all. "Thanks for the assist. Garra's been asking about you, and he knows what you're up to. He beat the crap out of me and left me for dead, here in his apartment. He's heading to Wroat. Why, i don't know. You'd better hurry and catch up and get him. Some Kenku and Gnolls were here, destroying all the evidence of his activities. Be careful."

Athela nods. "Stop Garra at the station, hurry, get you to a Jorasco house. Got it." She glances at the others. "We can call in the Watch to get the Sergeant to a House of Healing on the way to the station. Let's go."

"Autobots!" Cora declared loudly, pointing in some random direction. "Roll out!"

Mia would head towards said random direction.

You guys descent further down into the lower level apartments until you cross the skybridge and press on further down to the skyport below. You read graffiti and see crude paintings and phrases such as “TYRANTS RULE!” and “CYRANS GO HOME!” adorn the walls and ceiling. Finally, you reach the bottom to the station platform.

The sound of lightning rail trains stopping and starting elsewhere in Terminus Station echoes throughout the platform. A crowd of people is gathered near a lightning rail train crackling with arcs of blue energy. “If you’re headed to Wroat, you’ll have to catch the next one!” cries a conductor in the livery of House Orien as the train begins moving out of the station.

"Oh, ****." Cora mumbles, looking at the train and it's doors.

Vignette hitches up her cloak, showing a pair of snazzy monk running moccasins beneath...."Roit den.  Let's run!" she hoots out as she begins to sprint after the train to hop on before it departs.

“So we like trying to catch this one?” Mia will pipe up, not 100% sure what the situation is expecting of her. She’d look between Vignette making her dash and Athela in her chair. The half elf would be on her toes, ready to sprint.

Athela frowns, looking conflicted, then shrugs. "Seems like it. We may have to try to jump."

Cora leaps on to the back of the train, hanging on. "Lets go! Cmon! You wanna catch this guy, don't you??" She looked beyond the team, and saw Daask thugs rapidly approaching. "Time to go!!" she said, holding out her hand. The train was picking up speed at an alarming pace.