Damrius will cast a fire bolt at the remaining pirate. 

Attack: 27 Damage: 14 bless bonus to hit 2

The fire bolt slams into the pirate, searing right through leather and skin and into organ and vitals beneath.  The stench of cooked meat fills the area, getting several of the patrons to look over with somewhat hungry looks in their eyes.  the pirate goes down and does not move.

Battle is over, what do you guys do now?

With a disappointed look at his blood stained clothing DuCrae sighs, cleans his blade and moves over to the pirate captain, giving him a solid kick "You couldn't have called on her tomorrow could you?" he mutters, before smiling suddenly and kneeling down next to the body searching thoroughly for any money, looking at the others, nodding to the other pirates with a look that suggests "Get a move on!" 

"Excuse me, coming through."

Gralmor heads downstairs, taking out his occultant abacus before studying the pirate's broken jaw. He then slams his warhammer at the dead pirate's mouth before counting the broken teeth to measure how it will affect his fate.

Damrius will finger the crossbow bolt hole in his top and whistle. He looks over to Tarina. Well we’ve solved your pirate problem. Care to share what you know now?

Dalin whistles jauntily as he goes back and sits next to Tarina, pulling out a cloth to wipe the blood off his axe. He winks happily at her.

Treasure:

Tucked in Dead-Eye’s vest is a pouch containing 32 gp and 15 sp. He also wears two gold necklaces (25 gp each) and a blackened gold ring with a white pearl set in it (125 gp). Each of the other pirates carries a pouch containing 4 sp.

Tarina gives Dalin a nod of respect. "Nicely done, though I wonder what would have happened if old Whaul there hadn't gotten upset with Deadeye..." She shrugs to show it really didn't matter to her.

"No one can say I don't pay my debts..." She says then. "Several blocks northwest of here is a public bathhouse with a walled garden and frolicking nymphs carved into its front gates. Followers of the Dead Three have been seen coming and going from the bathhouse, and I’m told there’s a secret door inside that leads to a dungeon. That’s where the killers are hiding."

Obliged madam. Contact us here if you ever want to discuss further business opportunities Damrius hands over a business card from us secretarian kit

Lia comes up the stairs as Tarina is speaking.

"What are you doing having my people dealing with your old crew?"  Lia says to Tarina with a glare.

"Seemed like a good use for them."  Tarina says with a chuckle.  "Now, since our business is done, why don't you have a drink with me and play some dice?"  Seh shakes the dice cup at Lia with a raised eyebrow.

"Maybe later."  Lia says with a shake of her head.  Lia then glances to the group.  "Not exactly your best first outing, but everyone lived, so guess that is something.  Let's head back to head quarters and can discuss what Tarina here told you."

Dalin shrugs. Woulda had ta hit 'em harder I guess. He hops off the chair, holsters his axe, and heads out with Lia.

Bulvii nods toward Tarina, "I'm sure you can handle disposing of these bodies."  He turns toward Lia and follows her out.  

"As the moneyman of this little crew I'll look after these for the time being, and at least we got something shiny to help pay the bills as well as the information, not a total disaster." DuCrae pockets the jewellery with the ease of somebody used to pocketing things in the blink of an eye, and follows Lia out of the tavern.

Damrius gives Tarina a nod and follows the others out

Gralmor sizes up Tarina as he observes her words and body language, if she's telling the truth or misleading the group with her information.

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Gralmor sizes up Tarina as he observes her words and body language, if she's telling the truth or misleading the group with her information.

Insight: 9

Guidance: 2

Occultant Abacus: 2

 

You feel she is being honest with the group.

As the group gathers back in the shop's upstairs sitting room, the plank for a table, and barrels, crates, and buckets for chairs, they find an usual person there with Moraug. He is a centaur, standing as tall as a man, with the pony-sized body of a horse.
"It seems you performed the mission you were sent on." Moraug says with a friendly smile for the group. "I'm glad Lia went along as a bit of an insurance policy, but you shouldn't learn to trust in that always." He nods to the new person with him. "This is Zogri, who will be joining our little enterprise down here. I am hoping having another member of the team will help from getting into the same sort of issue you faced today."

Zogri, go ahead and introduce your character.

Gralmor starts mending his priestly vestments, the chain armor he's wearing, and the shield he's holding that were damaged from the last battle while waiting for the centaur's introduction.

Dalin gapes openly at the horseman.

Zogri stands proudly next to Moraug chest out waiting patiently for his turn to introduce himself. His hair spikey and long running down to his neck just slightly pushed aside by a quiver of arrows he is wearing. 

As his turn comes up to speak he stands a bit unsure of what to do but then moves forward a few steps bows his head slightly. Greetings, I have been told you could use some help.

He pauses a moment looking around at Gralmor mending his armor and bloodstained clothing of some. 

And by the looks of it, not a moment to soon. I look forward to aiding you in your journeys. Hopefully they lead to places that look better than this. Smirking as he says the last part.