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Thalion opened his mouth to protest further, but the Admiral was laying out the mission they were to embark on, so he reluctantly turned his attention back to the rest of the group. That being said, he made sure to keep an eye on the tiefling as he approached. He shows his displeasure at their mode of transportation with a scoff at the word "train", but otherwise he remained silent.
When the gnome had finished his pitch it was the bard's turn to speak and Thalion was all ears. He smirks, but contains himself, merely nodding his head in a small bow. "'Secrecy', you say? I'm sure you make all kinds of music," he says, unable to keep an incredulous tone from creeping into his voice.
Nevlav takes the pouch of gold and the ticket gratefully. "You can count on us sir, we will bring the doctor back right away." He listens to Alden and nods along, content with the man's questions. He turns to the Flintlock to hear the answers.
Thalion, your reading on Secrecy is he is either a master liar, or is telling the absolute truth -- he even looks at little wounded at your sneering. "Oh, I do, indeed sire."He bows. "Perhaps you will find this more to your liking." He repositions the violin, stomps his feet on the floor once, and launches into a joyful fiddle tune that his tail seems to dance along to, independent of the tiefling's own movements, he moves away a few steps, and now seems to be watching the group more openly now.
Alden
Insight - Thanks to your experience in countless interrogations, you can tell when someone wants to get caught lying, and this is definitely one of those cases. You have no idea why, though, and more troubling, it seems as though Flintlock is a little unnerved or anxious in the tiefling's presence as well.
History - You do recall hearing from the other detectives tales of a mysterious, brown-skinned tiefling, who popped up in connection with random crimes throughout Valance -- the vicious beating of a newspaper editor, the burning of a poorhouse in the working-class Parapets District, among others -- but those crimes always ended up with a simple, obvious solution and culprit, so your colleagues never really followed up.
Flintlock meets Alden's eyes and nods. "I expect nothing else, detective. I will help with what I can. From what I am aware, the first known death was a halfling mechanic named Morton Tumbleleaf. He was a foreman of a crew that is crafting the heavy guns that are outfitted onto our airships. He has a home in the Factory District that has been sealed since his death. We don't necessarily know if there is a connection between Yellow Creek and the armament factory. It is possible that some of the ore mined found its way to the factory, but it would have been refined at one of the plants first."
"Regarding the king, that is actually the most puzzling thing. As you may know, its been years since the king has left the royal compound and he sees very few people outside of his children and grandson, myself and a handful of other advisors, and his retainers, most of whom have been with His Majesty for decades. No one else at the Palace, with the exception of one of the clerics treating the King have come down with the illness. We honestly don't know. There are many, including the High Priest, who have concluded that the King's illness is the clearest evidence yet that this is a conspiracy among magick users and the Queen of Granholm to destabilize our nation and prepare the ground for an invasion by crippling our heavy industries and workforce. They are pressuring Prince Neskor to agree to a preemptory strike. But I'm sure ye agree, we nae can do that without a bit more positive proof. I'd rather not see another war the like of the last one in my lifetime."
The admiral falls silent for nearly a minute as he considers your final questions, about Dr. Aleksei. Finally, he speaks, slowly, as if he was carefully choosing his words. "We...I believe this Dr. Aleksei is known to us. I believe he is a half-elf named Artur, and he was the... protege of Count Aleksander Felix, the traitorous court physician and head of the Followers of the Knife. Aleksei will likely be on his own, but I imagine, he would be very closely protected, by fellows like our friend here," he gestures to Thalion gently. "that...disagree with the direction King Brocc has taken Languedoc and see the Followers as heroes. I do believe if ye find him, and he is the boy Artur, he would come willingly though, once yer task is explained." He hesitates, as if to say more, then downs the rest of his newly poured porter, and wipes foam from his mustache, looking quite flushed now.
"Now, do ye have any other questions? Clothilde here has prepared rooms upstairs if ye want to stay here the night. Locomotives pass nearly every hour towards Yellow Creek through Kellen Station in the Market District, and of course, ye have permission to look around the Factory District if ye want. Be warned though. The natives there are angry, and seekin' answers, are are apt to lash out at outsiders such as you lot."
"It seems we face those of the past, the Knife cult learned their lesson the hard way and I can only assume this Artur will see that it is folly to deny us. She is right, we should be underway as soon as possible," Nevlav says gesturing at Grin. "I do, however, need to collect my travelling gear. I can meet you all at the station."
"Also, since we will be travelling together, I am Nevlav, in case you missed it originally. While I am still considered fresh in my training as a warrior, I come from a long line of warriors and will strive to protect you all from harm."
"I am Detective Alden Lostchild of the Watch." Alden replies to Nelav's introduction to the party. "And I agree. We should head out as soon as possible to Yellow Creek." he finishes.
Alden picks up one of the bags and a ticket. "Thank you Admiral." he states. "Our priority seems to be to find Dr. Aleksei so I would set out with as much urgency as possible." he adds.
Alden thinks for a moment before leaving.
"One last thing Admiral" he asks, "Have there been any other outbursts or attacks from the Cult in the city or on our borders or any other unusual occurrences from them?"
Thalion waits for the long-winded questioning to be done with before interjecting, "If the Followers are indeed behind this plague then they are my enemy as well as yours. It is not natural, be it from machine or magic."
He takes his bag and ticket and nods in agreement with the others. He starts to follow them toward the door, sighing as the detective continued his relentless investigation.
"I am Thalion Strongbow, and I'm afraid the time for music and mirth is over. It's time to take action!" He bows slightly toward the tiefling and then the Admiral before turning to open the door.
Flintlock nods in satisfaction. "It does an old soldier's heart good to see ye taking this so seriously. Thank you." he looks at each of you solemnly. "And dinnae be afraid of the truth, no matter where it leads. That's why we've asked ye to do it and not the toadies and yes men that infest this city. No one of us has anything ta fear from the truth."
Hearing Detective Lostchild's last question, the Admiral chews it over thoughtfully. "Not much since the execution of Count Felix fifteen years ago, to be honest. His death broke the back of the resistance. Certainly nothing since then that truly concerned us or indicated they recovered. There was some nonsense a few months back around the anniversary of the Count's death. Graffiti popped up in the Parapets, the sigil of the Followers of the Knife and messages like 'Felix Lives.' The watch and the Sanitary Brigades cleaned it up. Young people trying ta be provocative, no doubt. And Felix did cut a romantic figure while he was alive. I liked him, meself, and the King was devoted to him. He truly fooled everyone."
As Flintlock reminisces, the tiefling change his song again, playing a slow, melancholy ballad. Flintlock trails off, looking at the musician, clearly annoyed, but saying nothing.
"Remember, when ye get to Yellow Creek, look for Graddor. He's the political officer assigned to the Northern Territories. He should be able to situate ye and lead ye to this doctor."
Alden raises an eyebrow to Strongbow's actions and statement. "Bulls in china shops usually get themselves cut." he thinks to himself.
Alden nods to the Admiral and says, "Graddor is first on my list, Sir." he states.
Alden will wait for the rest to see what they say and/or do before setting out. He will also keep an eye on the tiefling. "Someone associated with various crimes showing up at a clandestine meeting, making the help nervous is not a good start for an investigation." Alden thinks to himself.
Wanting to distance himself from the association Flintlock made of him with Grin, Yoric steps up next to Alden.
”You think something is weird about our Tiefling audience as well, I see. You’ve been watching him.” He puts out a hand. “Yoric. I’m a musician by trade, but I’ve been around. I hope I can help you.”
Alden takes Yoric's hand and shakes it. "I am glad to make your acquaintance Yoric." he says. "And yes, I have concerns about the tiefling." he says quietly.
"But, until his part in this is revealed we can only watch." he adds.
Looking directly at Yoric, Alden states, "You were selected for your skills for this sort of investigation so I am sure you aid to the kingdom will be outstanding." Alden smiles.
Thalion throws the door open and steps swiftly outside, taking a deep breath of not-so-fresh air. He had to take a moment to calm himself and gather his wits. He just knew in his gut that the tiefling bard was hiding something, the same way he knew the plague was somehow related to the machinery of the city - or worse, some dark perversion of magic. Which is to say he knew nothing at all, he just felt that he was right. Call it elvish intuition.
The tavern's facade was a calming sight. The familiar, simple construction reminded him of the many waystations in the country where he'd laid his head to rest for the night. His fiery heart soothed for the moment, he walks over to the door and holds it open for the others. He gestures at Grin and then to the street beyond. "Ladies first," he says with a smile.
As you all leave, you hear the tiefling call after you "Good luck, adventurers! And do be careful. Valance at night is a place of intrigue and danger."
As you step outside the air is heavy and filled with industrial smells. The metropolis of Valance is like a wheel with the various spokes of the hub leading to different districts.
To your immediate north, about a half-hour walk, is the Palace, Royal Compound and the Military Barracks. To the west is the Park District, home to Valance's sprawling crown jewel Folna Park (built to given the city's poorer classes access to nature) and the home of the city's most well-to-do. Beyond that is the Dock Yards, where various ships and airships carry goods into Valance. The Dock Yards are also considered the "vice district" of the city. South of the Administrative District is the Factory District, currently sealed by royal order by a detachment of the Royal Army. Beyond the Factory District is the Parapets, home to most of the city's population (the poor and working classes) as well as the massive ancient Valance Gaol, where the worst of the city's criminal element are housed. Finally, to the East is the sprawling Market District, home to many of the commercial shops of Valance, as well as Kellen Locomotive Station. Many of the city's professional classes and civil servants dwell here as well. Beyond the Market District is the city gates, the main point of entry for anyone not traveling via airship or train.
The evening is yours. Where are you going?
(OOC: Sorry for the theater of the mind -- I was working on a large-scale map of Valance, but its not quite done yet; between IRL and getting this going, the map fell to the wayside. I'll post it when its ready. Hopefully this weekend!)
... He gestures at Grin and then to the street beyond. "Ladies first," he says with a smile.
Grin walks through the door giving an eye roll, but a quick "Tenks" to the gesture, she looks around cautiously before heading in the direction of the locomotive.
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Alden Lostchild
Alden steps out into the city streets, walking along with Grin and speaks telling the group: "The tiefling is a suspected criminal and known to the Watch. His words are to try and unsettle you a bit but do not mistake their warning. The city has a dark underbelly that he is embedded in." Alden pauses a moment then continues.
(Alden makes a -History check (??) to see if he remembers the train schedule and when the next train will leave for Yellow Creek)
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As the five of you exit the Diplomat's Hearth, it is now fully night now in the District and the area is completely deserted. As you move toward the Market District, you pass by the Languedoc Parliament building, and notice a few electric lamps still burn in the building, indicating that the mechanism of government is still grinding along. As you exit the District and move onward into the Markets, the air seems cleaner and more breathable, and cooler. The Market District is livelier, and there are hundreds of people out, indicating that the professional classes either have not heard the true extent of the plague or, perhaps, are not concerned about the disease. The taverns and restaurants in this area are crowded, with drunken people pouring out into the streets.
Alden, you know there is an evening train that travels overnight for Yellow Creek, but you're not exactly sure when it departs or if your group has missed it.
As you are moving, Thalion continues to keep an eye out, (Perception check - 18 ). and you notice that there does indeed seem to be a figure trailing behind you through the Administrative District. They seem to be skilled in making themselves hidden, but you've been followed enough to know the signs. After you enter the Market District, though, they seem to disappear.
After an additional ten minutes, you reach Kellen Station. It is a massive modern building, all sharply polished glass and steel, beautiful, and completely out of place among the more old-fashioned architecture in the area. A massive board, mounted outside the station, listing all the Arrivals and Departures from Valance indicates that you have not missed the last train to Yellow Creek and it is scheduled to leave in just over twenty minutes.
Entering the station you see that there are a fair number of people milling about, waiting to board the train. A nattily dressed halfling in a conductor's uniform checks his watch impatiently before announcing "Boarding in five minutes! FIVE MINUTES!"
The relative quiet is broken by a squawking and a weird, disjointed voice yelling. "No! No! We have a pass. You must let us travel on the locomotive."
The attention of the entire station turns to the ticket counter, where three kenku are gathered around a very irritated-looking human woman. "I am sorry, SIR, but as I explained, this pass only allows you to leave the Factory District. By order of the Committee of Public Safety, you are not allowed to leave this city. Please return to your home in the quarantine area or I will be forced to call the city watch."
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Alden Lostchild
Upon Arrival Alden will prepare to hand his ticket in. When the commotion arises Alden will immediately look up and down the train to see if anything unusual is happening.
"Misdirection and distraction are valid tools used for various endeavors, especially gaining entry to a place you want to enter unseen."he recalls one of his lessons from a teacher in the academy.
Thalion opened his mouth to protest further, but the Admiral was laying out the mission they were to embark on, so he reluctantly turned his attention back to the rest of the group. That being said, he made sure to keep an eye on the tiefling as he approached. He shows his displeasure at their mode of transportation with a scoff at the word "train", but otherwise he remained silent.
When the gnome had finished his pitch it was the bard's turn to speak and Thalion was all ears. He smirks, but contains himself, merely nodding his head in a small bow. "'Secrecy', you say? I'm sure you make all kinds of music," he says, unable to keep an incredulous tone from creeping into his voice.
Insight: 7
Nevlav takes the pouch of gold and the ticket gratefully. "You can count on us sir, we will bring the doctor back right away." He listens to Alden and nods along, content with the man's questions. He turns to the Flintlock to hear the answers.
Thalion, your reading on Secrecy is he is either a master liar, or is telling the absolute truth -- he even looks at little wounded at your sneering. "Oh, I do, indeed sire." He bows. "Perhaps you will find this more to your liking." He repositions the violin, stomps his feet on the floor once, and launches into a joyful fiddle tune that his tail seems to dance along to, independent of the tiefling's own movements, he moves away a few steps, and now seems to be watching the group more openly now.
Alden
Insight - Thanks to your experience in countless interrogations, you can tell when someone wants to get caught lying, and this is definitely one of those cases. You have no idea why, though, and more troubling, it seems as though Flintlock is a little unnerved or anxious in the tiefling's presence as well.
History - You do recall hearing from the other detectives tales of a mysterious, brown-skinned tiefling, who popped up in connection with random crimes throughout Valance -- the vicious beating of a newspaper editor, the burning of a poorhouse in the working-class Parapets District, among others -- but those crimes always ended up with a simple, obvious solution and culprit, so your colleagues never really followed up.
Flintlock meets Alden's eyes and nods. "I expect nothing else, detective. I will help with what I can. From what I am aware, the first known death was a halfling mechanic named Morton Tumbleleaf. He was a foreman of a crew that is crafting the heavy guns that are outfitted onto our airships. He has a home in the Factory District that has been sealed since his death. We don't necessarily know if there is a connection between Yellow Creek and the armament factory. It is possible that some of the ore mined found its way to the factory, but it would have been refined at one of the plants first."
"Regarding the king, that is actually the most puzzling thing. As you may know, its been years since the king has left the royal compound and he sees very few people outside of his children and grandson, myself and a handful of other advisors, and his retainers, most of whom have been with His Majesty for decades. No one else at the Palace, with the exception of one of the clerics treating the King have come down with the illness. We honestly don't know. There are many, including the High Priest, who have concluded that the King's illness is the clearest evidence yet that this is a conspiracy among magick users and the Queen of Granholm to destabilize our nation and prepare the ground for an invasion by crippling our heavy industries and workforce. They are pressuring Prince Neskor to agree to a preemptory strike. But I'm sure ye agree, we nae can do that without a bit more positive proof. I'd rather not see another war the like of the last one in my lifetime."
The admiral falls silent for nearly a minute as he considers your final questions, about Dr. Aleksei. Finally, he speaks, slowly, as if he was carefully choosing his words. "We...I believe this Dr. Aleksei is known to us. I believe he is a half-elf named Artur, and he was the... protege of Count Aleksander Felix, the traitorous court physician and head of the Followers of the Knife. Aleksei will likely be on his own, but I imagine, he would be very closely protected, by fellows like our friend here," he gestures to Thalion gently. "that...disagree with the direction King Brocc has taken Languedoc and see the Followers as heroes. I do believe if ye find him, and he is the boy Artur, he would come willingly though, once yer task is explained." He hesitates, as if to say more, then downs the rest of his newly poured porter, and wipes foam from his mustache, looking quite flushed now.
"Now, do ye have any other questions? Clothilde here has prepared rooms upstairs if ye want to stay here the night. Locomotives pass nearly every hour towards Yellow Creek through Kellen Station in the Market District, and of course, ye have permission to look around the Factory District if ye want. Be warned though. The natives there are angry, and seekin' answers, are are apt to lash out at outsiders such as you lot."
"No need to bed, we need be off ta Yellow Creek I be t'in'ken" Grin arranges her traveling gear and stands to head to the door.
"It seems we face those of the past, the Knife cult learned their lesson the hard way and I can only assume this Artur will see that it is folly to deny us. She is right, we should be underway as soon as possible," Nevlav says gesturing at Grin. "I do, however, need to collect my travelling gear. I can meet you all at the station."
"Also, since we will be travelling together, I am Nevlav, in case you missed it originally. While I am still considered fresh in my training as a warrior, I come from a long line of warriors and will strive to protect you all from harm."
Yoric shakes Nevlav’s hand enthusiastically. “Yoric! A humble musician. I hope I can help you on this mission as best I’m able.”
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Alden Lostchild
"I am Detective Alden Lostchild of the Watch." Alden replies to Nelav's introduction to the party. "And I agree. We should head out as soon as possible to Yellow Creek." he finishes.
Alden picks up one of the bags and a ticket. "Thank you Admiral." he states. "Our priority seems to be to find Dr. Aleksei so I would set out with as much urgency as possible." he adds.
Alden thinks for a moment before leaving.
"One last thing Admiral" he asks, "Have there been any other outbursts or attacks from the Cult in the city or on our borders or any other unusual occurrences from them?"
Grin turns back "Grin" and she puts on her best smile.
Thalion waits for the long-winded questioning to be done with before interjecting, "If the Followers are indeed behind this plague then they are my enemy as well as yours. It is not natural, be it from machine or magic."
He takes his bag and ticket and nods in agreement with the others. He starts to follow them toward the door, sighing as the detective continued his relentless investigation.
"I am Thalion Strongbow, and I'm afraid the time for music and mirth is over. It's time to take action!" He bows slightly toward the tiefling and then the Admiral before turning to open the door.
Flintlock nods in satisfaction. "It does an old soldier's heart good to see ye taking this so seriously. Thank you." he looks at each of you solemnly. "And dinnae be afraid of the truth, no matter where it leads. That's why we've asked ye to do it and not the toadies and yes men that infest this city. No one of us has anything ta fear from the truth."
Hearing Detective Lostchild's last question, the Admiral chews it over thoughtfully. "Not much since the execution of Count Felix fifteen years ago, to be honest. His death broke the back of the resistance. Certainly nothing since then that truly concerned us or indicated they recovered. There was some nonsense a few months back around the anniversary of the Count's death. Graffiti popped up in the Parapets, the sigil of the Followers of the Knife and messages like 'Felix Lives.' The watch and the Sanitary Brigades cleaned it up. Young people trying ta be provocative, no doubt. And Felix did cut a romantic figure while he was alive. I liked him, meself, and the King was devoted to him. He truly fooled everyone."
As Flintlock reminisces, the tiefling change his song again, playing a slow, melancholy ballad. Flintlock trails off, looking at the musician, clearly annoyed, but saying nothing.
"Remember, when ye get to Yellow Creek, look for Graddor. He's the political officer assigned to the Northern Territories. He should be able to situate ye and lead ye to this doctor."
Alden Lostchild
Alden raises an eyebrow to Strongbow's actions and statement. "Bulls in china shops usually get themselves cut." he thinks to himself.
Alden nods to the Admiral and says, "Graddor is first on my list, Sir." he states.
Alden will wait for the rest to see what they say and/or do before setting out. He will also keep an eye on the tiefling. "Someone associated with various crimes showing up at a clandestine meeting, making the help nervous is not a good start for an investigation." Alden thinks to himself.
Wanting to distance himself from the association Flintlock made of him with Grin, Yoric steps up next to Alden.
”You think something is weird about our Tiefling audience as well, I see. You’ve been watching him.” He puts out a hand. “Yoric. I’m a musician by trade, but I’ve been around. I hope I can help you.”
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Alden Lostchild
Alden takes Yoric's hand and shakes it. "I am glad to make your acquaintance Yoric." he says. "And yes, I have concerns about the tiefling." he says quietly.
"But, until his part in this is revealed we can only watch." he adds.
Looking directly at Yoric, Alden states, "You were selected for your skills for this sort of investigation so I am sure you aid to the kingdom will be outstanding." Alden smiles.
Thalion throws the door open and steps swiftly outside, taking a deep breath of not-so-fresh air. He had to take a moment to calm himself and gather his wits. He just knew in his gut that the tiefling bard was hiding something, the same way he knew the plague was somehow related to the machinery of the city - or worse, some dark perversion of magic. Which is to say he knew nothing at all, he just felt that he was right. Call it elvish intuition.
The tavern's facade was a calming sight. The familiar, simple construction reminded him of the many waystations in the country where he'd laid his head to rest for the night. His fiery heart soothed for the moment, he walks over to the door and holds it open for the others. He gestures at Grin and then to the street beyond. "Ladies first," he says with a smile.
As you all leave, you hear the tiefling call after you "Good luck, adventurers! And do be careful. Valance at night is a place of intrigue and danger."
As you step outside the air is heavy and filled with industrial smells. The metropolis of Valance is like a wheel with the various spokes of the hub leading to different districts.
To your immediate north, about a half-hour walk, is the Palace, Royal Compound and the Military Barracks. To the west is the Park District, home to Valance's sprawling crown jewel Folna Park (built to given the city's poorer classes access to nature) and the home of the city's most well-to-do. Beyond that is the Dock Yards, where various ships and airships carry goods into Valance. The Dock Yards are also considered the "vice district" of the city. South of the Administrative District is the Factory District, currently sealed by royal order by a detachment of the Royal Army. Beyond the Factory District is the Parapets, home to most of the city's population (the poor and working classes) as well as the massive ancient Valance Gaol, where the worst of the city's criminal element are housed. Finally, to the East is the sprawling Market District, home to many of the commercial shops of Valance, as well as Kellen Locomotive Station. Many of the city's professional classes and civil servants dwell here as well. Beyond the Market District is the city gates, the main point of entry for anyone not traveling via airship or train.
The evening is yours. Where are you going?
(OOC: Sorry for the theater of the mind -- I was working on a large-scale map of Valance, but its not quite done yet; between IRL and getting this going, the map fell to the wayside. I'll post it when its ready. Hopefully this weekend!)
Grin walks through the door giving an eye roll, but a quick "Tenks" to the gesture, she looks around cautiously before heading in the direction of the locomotive.
Alden Lostchild
Alden steps out into the city streets, walking along with Grin and speaks telling the group: "The tiefling is a suspected criminal and known to the Watch. His words are to try and unsettle you a bit but do not mistake their warning. The city has a dark underbelly that he is embedded in." Alden pauses a moment then continues.
(Alden makes a -History check (??) to see if he remembers the train schedule and when the next train will leave for Yellow Creek)
History: 5
As the five of you exit the Diplomat's Hearth, it is now fully night now in the District and the area is completely deserted. As you move toward the Market District, you pass by the Languedoc Parliament building, and notice a few electric lamps still burn in the building, indicating that the mechanism of government is still grinding along. As you exit the District and move onward into the Markets, the air seems cleaner and more breathable, and cooler. The Market District is livelier, and there are hundreds of people out, indicating that the professional classes either have not heard the true extent of the plague or, perhaps, are not concerned about the disease. The taverns and restaurants in this area are crowded, with drunken people pouring out into the streets.
Alden, you know there is an evening train that travels overnight for Yellow Creek, but you're not exactly sure when it departs or if your group has missed it.
As you are moving, Thalion continues to keep an eye out, (Perception check - 18 ). and you notice that there does indeed seem to be a figure trailing behind you through the Administrative District. They seem to be skilled in making themselves hidden, but you've been followed enough to know the signs. After you enter the Market District, though, they seem to disappear.
After an additional ten minutes, you reach Kellen Station. It is a massive modern building, all sharply polished glass and steel, beautiful, and completely out of place among the more old-fashioned architecture in the area. A massive board, mounted outside the station, listing all the Arrivals and Departures from Valance indicates that you have not missed the last train to Yellow Creek and it is scheduled to leave in just over twenty minutes.
Entering the station you see that there are a fair number of people milling about, waiting to board the train. A nattily dressed halfling in a conductor's uniform checks his watch impatiently before announcing "Boarding in five minutes! FIVE MINUTES!"
The relative quiet is broken by a squawking and a weird, disjointed voice yelling. "No! No! We have a pass. You must let us travel on the locomotive."
The attention of the entire station turns to the ticket counter, where three kenku are gathered around a very irritated-looking human woman. "I am sorry, SIR, but as I explained, this pass only allows you to leave the Factory District. By order of the Committee of Public Safety, you are not allowed to leave this city. Please return to your home in the quarantine area or I will be forced to call the city watch."
Alden Lostchild
Upon Arrival Alden will prepare to hand his ticket in. When the commotion arises Alden will immediately look up and down the train to see if anything unusual is happening.
"Misdirection and distraction are valid tools used for various endeavors, especially gaining entry to a place you want to enter unseen." he recalls one of his lessons from a teacher in the academy.
Perception: 16
Yoric will approach the Kenku.
”Easy now, where the trouble? Let’s settle down and see where reason lies.”
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