Gunnar scoffs to himself, mumbling, “But nothing’s hiding in it, apparently. Thieving fog...”

"I mean, it's not impossible. Who knows, the fog might even be the thing making the noise." 

Khurah raises a finger. "I have a question for you, little one. If someone told you about a shining orb, one that flies over the streets of this town, what would you say? Would that be strange? Is that a common thing in this place?"

"What?" She answers to the sudden, strange and unrelated question. "Like a ball of light? Or do you mean the metal things that hang around the spinny tower?" She points to the shifting spire, the rotating top of it barely visible from where you are.

Khurah snaps. "That'll be the one. What can you tell us about the tower and those metal things? Are they new?"

She spits in the water by the jetty. "Most of the stuff here is "new", but the shiny balls have been here since I came at least. Doesn't hurt anyone, unless you happen to walk on the chalk lines and they rush by. They belong to the metal wizard lady who lives in the tower. Proper badass as far as I've heard." She squints. "Why are you asking?"

Bored with the change in subject, Xarprax casts his eyes about and sees the man in the dark blue and black cloak walking away. He jogs after the man, his chainmail rattling. "Yo! Hello?"

The man turns around, his hand resting on the pommel of his mace. "Yeah?" He is a human, maybe in his early 40s with a short, well trimmed beard. "What'cha want?" He looks over your shoulder to the rest of the group gathered on the jetty. 

Quote from Kweinir >Krumdak takes a little walk up and down the pier pondering on gibbering fog and other oddities. (Perception for looking around and nature or arcana for weird fog, Krumdak)

 Perception: 8

Nature: 7

Xarprax grins at the man. "Hey, we're looking into the whole crazy stuff-stealing fog thing. You know anything?"

The man shrugs. "Didn't get paid to know anything, so.. no." 

Xarprax attempts to grab the guy's collar.

Athletics to grapple: 18

EDIT: Man, my rolls have been crap today.

The scalecloak tries to push you off him when he sees your hand going for a grapple. 

Contested athletics: 4

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! IF YOU LET GO OF ME WITHIN THE NEXT 5 SECONDS I'LL LET YOU GO FOR A SMALL FEE!" 

Verrynia watches as Xarprax goes bounding off. Rolling her eyes, she follows along.

Gunnar will lift the puny dragon man by the back of his shirt, “What are you doing.”

Verrynia stands of to the side arms crossed, leaning comfortably to one side, and chuckling.

This is even better than I hoped!

"You pay me small fee, and I let go of you in the next five seconds!" Xarprax yells back.

Gunnar’s helmet slits just focus on the dragon, “What? That doesn’t make any sense.” He shakes him like a puppy, “Let go. Release.”

Xarprax uses his other arm to smack distractedly at Gunnar while keeping his focus on the scalecloak.

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She spits in the water by the jetty. "Most of the stuff here is "new", but the shiny balls have been here since I came at least. Doesn't hurt anyone, unless you happen to walk on the chalk lines and they rush by. They belong to the metal wizard lady who lives in the tower. Proper badass as far as I've heard." She squints. "Why are you asking?"

 Khurah smiles. "No reason at all. I had thought I found a mystery, but looks as though I was wrong. By what name do you call your badass metal witch?"

But then, the idiots start being idiots. The smile slides from her face. 

"Ah. Right." She turns to the elven girl. "This is why I'm retiring from speaking creatures."