Hercule nods. "Very interesting," he says before turning to the rest of the group. "I suppose we need to look for an older guy."

Admora nods in agreement. "Understood. I appreciate your honesty. A glass?" If accepted, she pours a glass for Freda as well as herself.

"So, Hemig has been a client of yours for a long time? Is he affiliated with a group or more an individual in his work?" The elf leans on a bit of furniture.

Admora: Freda nods, "Hemig has been a client of the Magic Mouth for about a year or so now, but he only comes to see me as far as i know, and that's mostly when he has a bit too much of the powder. Thinks of himself as a much younger man than he is when he gets like that, reckless and cares less about work and more about the ladies if you know what i mean. He's one of Husteem's guys though, generally more of a guard dog than anything else from what he tells me."

Admora rolls her eyes at the mention of powders and takes a sip before continuing, "Husteem, I see. And he was going on about a crate? What in all the heavens could be talking about?"

Admora: Freda shrugs at you, "I wouldn't say he was going on about anything, he just hadn't been around for a while. Apparently they had been putting him to more use lately and didn't have time to come by. When he visited the other night, he said he was going to have this boring job of guarding some crate they were shipping in from who knows where and probably wouldn't be able to come back by until they sold whatever was inside of it."

Admora listens and nods, "Forgive if I overstep, but where do those affiliated with this Husteem attend go. Not here in The Magic Mouth, I assume?"

Admora: Freda shakes her head, "That I do not know, Hemig has been coming here since before he joined Husteem's organization. I don't know any of the others. I don't know anything about Husteem either, other than reputation."

Hercule tilts his chin. "I suppose we should meet this Husteem."

Forbi/Dorbi/Hercule/Pelaios/Rose: The guard turns to leave, "Good luck with that, Husteem is a high priced fence. You should make sure you have something nice to sell him if you want an audience with him."

Admora gently pinches her thin, her attention about to take off into a completely different direction before she looks over to Freda and gets up to retrieve a gold coin, "your time is truly appreciated. Not as exciting as a usual night's work, I know." The elf smiles before placing the coin Freda's hand.

Hercule turns to the guard and nods. "Will do." He then bites his lip. "A gift? Just to meet with him?"

Rose smirks, puts her hand on the hilt of her longsword and raises an eyebrow.

Admora: "It was nice to sit and talk to someone for a change of pace." She takes the coin and tucks it into a hidden money pouch with a wink. "If I learn anything else, I'll come find you." She unlocks the door holds it open for you. 

Hercule nods once more and begins to walk away from the guard.

Admora finds a smile on her face at Freda's wink and makes a gracious departure back into the public seating area. Sitting somewhere obvious for the group to spot her when they return...

Forbi looks at the rest of the group around her “Well, it looks like we need to make a meeting with this Husteem fella then. We should go back to The Magic Mouth. Regroup and come up with a plan” As she starts walking in the direction of The Magic Mouth she starts talking once more “What sort of gift should we give to a high priced fence?”

Hercule shrugs. "I'm not the best at getting expensive gifts. Perhaps we could disguise a cheap gift as an expensive one."

"A stout rope?" Rose suggested and mimed someone getting hanged.

Forbi smiles at the idea of a hanging. Dorbi looks less impressed but doesn’t argue. Whatever needs to be done. 

Rory had been unusually quiet after your talk with the guard, but begins to speak up now, "Husteem is a fence for many a client, but mostly for Xanathar, thus there will be no hangings. We need to follow up on this mage in Husteem's employ, but we need to be cautious and quiet about it. Griskel would never openly agree to making a move against one of Husteem's crew, but as long as they don't know who we are...." With that, he smirks.