Krumdak walks up to Gunnar and Xarprax and tries to separate them. "Calm down both of you!" He then turns to the human with the well trimmed beard, " I'm so sorry for my friends. Here's for your trouble", he says and gives him a dew.

"5, 4, 3, 2.... There you go. Some of you understand business at least." The guard snatches Krumdaks coin, pockets it and relaxes in Xarprax' grip. "Now. Did you have a question, new citizen? I know very little about the incidents on the fishermens dock, but I do know of them." 

Meanwhile Khurah is having a nice conversation with the elven sailor. "Well, that whole lady is a mystery so I guess you've found what you're looking for. She basically only stays in her tower all day only coming out like once a week or so. I hear she meets the new guys on the island from time to time to ask some questions, but other than that none of us knows her. Except from maybe The Nine." She looks over her shoulder at the ruckus. "I get it.. sometimes people are too much."

Xarprax looks confusedly at Krumdak before releasing the man. "Why ...? What ...?" He snorts through his snout and crosses his arms across his chest.

"Hey. Dragon. Focus. Your friend payed for a question, now ask it. Time is money." The scalecloak straightens out his collar. 

Gunnar releases his shirt, “Yes, go on. Show us these ‘detective skills.’” He steps back next to Krumdak, who he may or may not he as tall or taller than. They keep moving.

Xarprax looks very much like he wants to stick out his tongue at Krumdak before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He drops his arms to his sides and looks at the scalecoat. "We're investing the strange fog. Lady said it comes whenever, and there's some weird sound in it, then stuff goes gone. What do you know about it?"

"What'cha just said. Not whenever though. It's at night. If you don't mind I'll be on my way." He turns. "Oh. Don't make detective work into a habit. That's scalecloak business." 

After the man leaves, Gunnar slow claps.

”That was impressive.”

He crosses his arms again, and looks to the dragon, “You have a real talent.“

"What's a scalecloak?" Xarprax asks.

The scalecloak turns and lifts an eyebrow. "Wait, you don't know? We are the "law enforcers" around here since the mainlander glommieswho want to come around here mostly do it for a vacation or something. Retirement, stuff like that. So we take care of it. For a fee we can do anything the regular mainland does. To us someone waving a piece of gold or silver is a question for help. And I think I hear someone waving a droplet over here, bye now." He turns again, seemingly eager to get away from you again. 

"Law enforcer?" Xarprax repeats, his eyes widening. He ducks his head and places a hand on the back of his scaly neck. "Guess that's why you didn't want me ruffing him up," he says sheepishly.

Clang.

Gunnar facepalms, “They mentioned that, dragonborn. Did you even listen?”

Verrynia turns to Gunnar with a mischievous grin.

I don't think you were listening. He just admitted the Scalecloaks are only mercenaries. The only law here is what you can enforce yourself, and what you can pay to have someone else enforce for you.

She takes a quick glance over the village, then turns back around to Xarprax.

As productive as this little encounter has been, I came here to be entertained. More detective work! Go!

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Verrynia turns to Gunnar with a mischievous grin.

I don't think you were listening. He just admitted the Scalecloaks are only mercenaries. The only law here is what you can enforce yourself, and what you can pay to have someone else enforce for you.

She takes a quick glance over the village, then turns back around to Xarprax.

As productive as this little encounter has been, I came here to be entertained. More detective work! Go!

 Gunnar turns down to the tiefling, “I’m well aware of that, girl. But the last thing that I desire is for a group of mercenaries deciding that the streets would be cleaner without our presence.“
There’s a metallic sigh of annoyance from inside the helmet, “This place is in more need of Conglomerate law and order than anywhere that I have seen...”

Verrynia raises an eyebrow.

You think mercenaries care about the streets being clean? All they care about is getting paid. Don't piss off anyone with more money than you, and you're free to do as you please.

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Verrynia raises an eyebrow.

You think mercenaries care about the streets being clean? All they care about is getting paid. Don't piss off anyone with more money than you, and you're free to do as you please.

 Gunnar crosses his arms again, “I do not believe that you caught my meaning. Come. As you said, time for more detective work.”

Xarprax's head swivels back and forth between Verrynia and Gunnar as they debate, but it's clear he isn't really paying attention. When they stop talking and look at him, he looks around for someone else to harass question.

Xarprax looks around the fishermens dock, but can't seem to spot anyone else. The rain is pouring down and even the cursing fisherman has begun walking down the jetty. Passing you as he steps onto land. The elf wipes some water off of her face and waves at you. 

"If you have any more questions ask them now! I don't want to catch a cold! And I have to get back to work soon."

"Who else should we talk to?" Xarprax asks.

"I don't know. If you want first hand experience I guess you could wait here and see it for yourself when it appears at night. Or others know stuff. Those who're out and about fishing right now." She looks to the whaling ship behind her. "I don't know, to be honest. Whole thing is kinda spooky and I'm not big on spooky things."