Kevin asks the guard, "What is the name of the gang to which they have committed?"

Kevin, make a Persuasion check. The City Watch doesn't normally share information like that with random people in the street.

Persuasion roll:  20

Kevin: You can see that she really wants to tell you, but she knows she shouldn't. "Look, just ask around about the gang with the flying snake tattoos and I'm sure someone will fill you in. The taverns of Waterdeep are full of folks whose tongues loosen with a few drinks."

She looks around at the other Watch members. "Now get out of here before I get in trouble."

Having been shooed away by the City Watch, you all continue into the Dock Ward proper. Tall, densely packed tenements leave most of the neighborhood in shadow at ground level. Most of the streetlamps have had their glass smashed and their candles stolen, and the smells of salt air and excrement linger as you pass by rows of run-down buildings. You make a left off Snail Street and onto Fillet Lane.

You all look down the lane for the Skewered Dragon, but you see no signs for it. However, one nearby shop stands out from the others. It has a deep purple facade, and in its window hangs a stuffed beholder. Above the door hangs a sign whose elaborate letters spell out "Old Xoblob Shop."

What do you want to do?

“Xoblob?  Does that sound familiar to anyone?” Dewey asks the group. 

OOC: history check?  

Everyone who wants to make a History check.

With my -1 intelligence I roll a.... 1

"Oh I remember!"  Dewey exclaims.  "I'm pretty sure a Xoblob is a type of pastry originating in Greenest."

15

Randy's history (with +2) = 12

Kevin's history check +2:  20

Kevin and Randy: You two have heard the name Xoblob before. You both have overheard other people mentioning "the place with the stuffed beholder in front and that weird deep gnome that runs it." Apparently, the shop has spawned some rumors.

Sol Rhea: You remember the whole story of Old Xoblob Shop.

"Shall we investigate this Old Xoblob Shop?" asks Kevin.

"It's run by a Gnome, he could have some information or  at least some interesting wares...."

Randy says in monotone, "Yes."

"Let's talk to this gnome then!" bellows Kevin.

You all walk over to the Old Xoblob Shop and open the door. A cloud of lavender-scented purple smoke trails out of the shop's door as you peer inside. Every wall is painted purple, and every dusty knickknack on the shelves is dyed a deep violet. The hairless old gnome sitting crosslegged on the counter wears plum-colored robes. His cheeks are decorated with nine purple face-painted eyes.

The gnome lowers a pipe and exhales a cloud of lavender smoke before raising a hand. "Hail and well met! Come browse the shelves of the most curious curiosity shop in the world!"

What do you want to do?

Sol  gives a practiced bow and smiles warmly. "Hail! I am Sol Rhea Xanovar, do you prefer Xoblob or have you a true name, sir?"

Sol Rhea: The old gnome smiles an almost toothless grin. "Please my dear, call me Xoblob. No relation to the eye tyrant hanging in the window!" he says as he points to the stuffed display in the window and chuckles to himself.

He takes a puff of his lavender pipe. "What can I do for you all today?"