“Oh, okay. My apologies. I’ll be going then” I’ll turn and leave and head to sow’s foot to see if I can discover anything new about the slaughterhouse. 

The guard watches after you as you pass between the buildings, on your way to Sow's foot. THough you could have avoided paying the fare by traveling along the city wall, barely anyone does so, as the country is rough and the terrain broken up, with plenty of loose rocks providing ample shelter for all sorts of critters, but also providing refugee for the true outcasts of Borogrod.

After arriving in Sow's Foot, you're quickly maade uneasy by the smell of blood in the air. After several days of non-stop butchering of seemingly any and all life-stock in Sow's Foot, the air is heavy with the metallic scent. As you Approach one of the slaughterhouses, you see several burly men posted outside, seemingly for security, though you can't make out any uniforms that would indicate them to be Watch or Fist.

I walk toward the slaughterhouse saying as I approach “Beautiful day isn’t it? I’ve come to see if there are any odd jobs around here I could help with. Seems there’s been a lot of work done around here judging by the ‘taste’ in the air.” I then look each of them over for any valuables that might be easily lifted from them and look around the area to see if there are any more people in sight. 

perception 8

Uncle spends the day asking around Magnus. He is specifically looking for any dirt on him.

The cleanliness and altogether untouched atmosphere further strengthens Terin's resolve that he chose well in joining the resistance. These folks revel in luxury while the citizens as a whole are mistreated.

He moves and shows up early to his appointment. He has no problem waiting in order to observe inside the estate to allow him deductions to use during conversations.

Shades, the biggest of them gives you a Broad smile, showing off several glinting gold teeth. "You lookin' fer mercenary work? Now's the time ta get into tha business, but a scrawny bugger like ya won't make it pas' the first week!"

You do make out a hefty coin purse next to the handle to a long and very mean-looking blade.

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Uncle, at first you hear very little, only that Magnus seems to be into a mix of illegal activities, never with great success however. He's been arrested a couple of times, but so far was lucky enough never to get arrested for anything serious. Without much more to go on, you're about to call it quits, when a fence down in Brampton tells you about a forger in Eastway, going by Parker Silverleaf, who's been asking around about Magnus as well. 

Two more contacts, and you know the address of this Silverleaf, and are on your way to meet him, and hear what he has to say. The notary office you were told about throws you a little, but then it made sense that someone on the other side of the "law" had a good cover story. It looked like this Parker Silverleaf was no amateur, at least.  

“Indeed I am, if the pay is right of course. Do you know whom I should talk to? Or are you then one I need to talk to?” I say getting closer to the one who spoke to me. When I reach him, I’ll pat him a few times and the shoulder and try and grab the coin purse at the same time. While I’m attempting that I’ll let out a hearty laugh in attempt to distract him and his fellows. 

sleight of hand 13

Terin, as you knock, the door swings open, and the smiling butler invites you inside: "Good afternoon, Master Caldwell is already waiting in the study, the other one is here already."

Someowhat confused, Terin follows the butler up the stairs, and into the study. As expected, there was a big portly man, with greying hair and a short, still black, beard. Much to his surprise however, he also found a Woman here. Before he can say anything, Caldwell speaks:

""Neris Corran, Terin Fillion, please tell me something about yourself before I entrust you with my belongings."

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As your hand reaches out for the coin purse, you suddenly feel the mercenary's iron grip around your hand, followed by a strike that nearly breaks your jaw. As you blink the stars away, trying to stay on your feet, you hear racuous laughter. As you start to regain your senses, the big guy gives you a Broad smile again: "Maybe I was wrong, ya got balls . Either that, or you just might be the dumbest donkey****er ever crossed my path. Now, look, there's easier ways ta git coin. Join the army, or one of tha crews down at the docks. If ya still wanna join tha Bannerless Legion, talk ta Garmult in their House of Mastery in Eastway.

Rubbing my jaw I manage to say “Thanks for the information. Is that who you work for then? The Bannerless Legion? Maybe I’ll see you again in the future mr....? I don’t suppose you know who has been being up all of the livestock out here or why do you?”

The Bannerless Legion is a minor mercenary Company acting out of Borogrod. Usually, they're hired as private security for Merchant Caravans or fleets, but with the war, most trade had come to a stop, meaning they didn't have much to do, other than the odd Bodyguard job.

The mercenary smiles again: "The name's Silas, and yeah, though in truth I only work fer meself. That's what makes me a mercenary I guess. An' all I know 'bout this is that we get Paid ta stand around only when the guard's stretched thin. Me guess- The imperial army is concentrating West o' here to drive the Skins into the sea. You'd Need an awful lot o' meat ta keep an army fed. But, ya know, I ain't Paid ta ask questions, so usually, I don't"

“Well thank you Silas. Any idea why the guard is stretched thin?” I ask inquisitively looking at him earnestly for an answer. While waiting for his response I’ll survey the area around the slaughterhouse to see if there’s an upper window that may be open. Or at least a less watched approach.

perception 18

re rolling my 1

perception 10

"None beyond wha' I just gone an' toldya. Could ask Gramult tho, they might know."

Though you can't make out any open Windows, you do spot several large chimneys on top of the slaughterhouse. or rather, you notice that there's no smoke rising from them, meaning that the fires below aren't lit. If you wanted to get inside, that might be a way.

“I’ll go look for him now then.” With that I look again at the chimneys and ways to get up to them and make a mental note to come back after sunset. For the moment though I head off to find Gramult. 

"Don't call 'em that, they don't like it." Somewhat puzzled by what Silas could mean, you head off towards Eastways.

OOC: I would like to see Parker and Neris make their entrances, so I'll hold off until this evening before Posting more for Shades.

a figure is rummaging through an office looking slightly frantic

"i know i put that address here, he left me a place if he didnt show up for the meeting, last time i take a contract on spec.   pay in advance is going to be my new motto,....he trails off into less coherent muttering.

"ahh  here it is  Magnus, magnus   near the docks thats right, ok guess im going there after i close up" slight chuckle  "wouldnt want any unsavory types getting in here after all"

Neris sits on the edge of her seat, ill at ease with the luxury of her surroundings. 

"Not much to tell here, sir. I'm a simple woman with simple needs, and right now I need a job." She speaks with a boisterous, confident tone.

"My previous employer taught me everything worth knowing about art. You trust me with your collection and they'll get the best of care. Need any restorative work done? Neris is your girl!" She tosses a thin bundle of papers onto Caldwell's desk. "And those are my references - you'll find names there that you recognise".  She grins at Caldwell, then confidently fires a wink at Terin. "What's the half-elf here for then?"

With a smile, Caldwell took the stack of paper and handed them to Terin. "Mr Fillion, please tell me, do these names ring true?"

The papers are fine stationary, and the writing on them seems to stem from different authors, with a variety of writing utensils and inks.The seals used the right kind of wax, and the family crests were finely detailed. If these were forgeries, they were very well done.

Terin, give me an insight check (DC 20) to determine the veracity of the papers, or give me a persuasion or performance check (DC 16) to present an answer confidently without knowing for sure.

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Parker, you hear the chiming of the door bell, and as you turn around you see a hunched and old figure before you. At first, you're surprised to see that an old produce vendor from the Outer city had made it all the way here, into your notary office, but something about the intelligent glint in the eye of the man before you tells you that he isn't lost.

"im sorry we are closed and i do have urgent business to attend to" Parker says as he is adding things to his pockets and grabbing a slip of paper

Terin narrows his eyes slightly as he looks over his apparent competition and then down to the papers, "My assistance in handling your belongings come with it many years of experience dealing with your peers sir. I have managed various projects and tasks with meticulous details. As for these papers..."

Insight: 20

Neris locks her gaze solidly to Terin, her hazel eyes seeking contact, almost as if to implore...