As you discuss all that you learned and you turn your attention to the book that Donaar translated, you can tell it is a ledger that seems to go back nearly two years that contains a list of names, dates, and interestingly enough, information about weather patterns that seem to correspond in some way with each entry.
The name that occurs most often is Rufus Entwhistle. Donaar and Dr. Quiem, this name rings a bell with both of you. He is a professor of meterology at the Academy. (You can roll history checks if you wish to determine if you recall anything else about him.)
You know Rufus Entwhistle as one of the most dynamic lecturers at the Academy. Barely older than most of his students, Professor Entwhistle regularly lectures on meteorology, technology, and the physics of weather and his lecture halls are always packed. He is charming and witty, and, as gossip goes around the school, a sure thing to be appointed as the next Dean once the current Dean, Addek Brightaxe, retires.
Dr. Quiem only
In addition to all this, as a fellow faculty member, you know that Entwhistle also has a massive grant from the Marquis of Port Zoon, for a project that no one at the Academy seems to know much about but has aroused much jealousy at the school. Further, you've read a lot of his work (you were quite the competitor of his before the accident), and while it is technically competent, it displays no real genius beyond the theoretical. This thereotical work is something that goes against what the very application-oriented Academy typically prizes in their scholars.
"Oh yeah, people think he'll be the new dean. I could se it. He's well-loved among the students, for being as dynamic and almost as young as them. I really enjoyed his lectures. But I wouldn't have pegged him as someone who would have anything to do with a missing person."
Dr. Quiem strokes his beard as Donaar talks, "There was more to him than just that. He got a grant for this mystery project of his- a big grant. A grant he didn't deserve, really..." Quiem adopts a glazed look in his eyes, clearly forgetting the presence of his companions, "Honestly, throwing that much money at theory, the man could never have held up on his own, didn't have enough interest in application to back something like that up. Write a couple of strongly researched science fiction journals and everybody thinks you're a genius..."
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"Well, my reason for getting together here, prior to going to see our patron, is that I wanted to do something with this gold, prior to having it taken from us, and make sure we had shared what information we had." Michael says. "I don't think we have any choice but to go and see the lady, but we might not wish to mention the fact her man might not be missing, but fleeing, from her."
Wilkas adds “I’m not sure we shouldn’t tell her everything we know. She deserves the right to know the information we have found. That is what we were hired to do. Now isn’t the time to add our own morality to the situation after we’ve agreed to terms.”
Donaar happily pockets his 80gp while agreeing with Wilkas.
"Yes, we are getting paid to deliver some information, it would be unprofessional to keep part of it to ourselves. Maybe everything is just a big misunderstanding and this will help clear it out."
When Dustyn suggests to go deliver the information he slowly nods.
The walk to the Zhelezo Administrative Office in this Sphere is unremarkable, save for the fact that as you pass by the Scholar's Rest, you see the tavern is closed for the moment, something that neither Donaar or Dr. Quiem has ever remembered happened in their time at the Academy. However, some wag has taken the opportunity offered by its closure to vandalize its sign, transforming the place into the Scholar's BReast. The only sign of who was responsible is a tiny doorway drawn in chalk on the corner of the sign. The doorway has a number of phalluses curling around it.
Once you arrive at Captain Thorntassle's office, the Captain, who had been waiting for you now for nearly an hour, is entirely red in the face, and seemingly on the verge of a massive stroke. Her voice, which was so clipped and measured in your first meeting, now betrays a rough working-class accent -- apparently her anger is too great to even keep up appearances.
"What in Aroveen's name are ye eejits playing at? Ye nearly destroyed a tavern that's as old as Port Zoon itsself! The Marquis 'as a drink there sometimes when 'e's meeting the Academy leadership. And you dumb gobshites wreck it in a brawl with some sailors? And then you mention MY NAME to that little shite Lemieux. Don't think he's not going to be up me arse for the rest of this week trying to figure this out." She grabs one of the signs that first drew you all to this job off her desk, crumbles it up and throws it at Donaar. "Ah said discrete. Ah wrote it in the bloody call for adventurers. Ah can understand the bard, the sailor and this weird hermit fella not being able to read," she waves in the direction of Wilkas, Dustyn, and Michael, "but the two of ye look like ye can understand basic three syllable words."She says to Dr. Quiem and Donaar.
"And then ye keep me waiting. Ah suppose that's my fault. If ye cant understand a word like discrete how can Ah expect you to understand im-med-i-ate-ly?"
She pauses for breath, her tirade seeming to take some steam out of her. "Please tell me, you have SOMETHING on Wal...Sergeant Glassanvil? What were ye able to find out."
Michael glares right back at her. "I suppose you would rather we were forced to turn over all of what we found to the guard, and then have them asking questions about that instead?" He holds her gaze, not backing down an inch. "Bringing your name up was the only way to keep this as discrete as possible. For the brawl, someone else seems to be after the same information as you are, since that was what started that brawl, some bone-breaker sent to get what we had found."
Dr. Quiem, in spite of himself, has to stifle a laugh before speaking, "Ma'am -hehee, there's no need for insults, I think you'll appreciate the information we have. We found out from a buddy of his that he got into some trouble. His friend seems to think that he was either running away from it or running to it."
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Captain Thorntassle listens carefully, clearly not included to believe you. "The Sergeant is an exemplar Shore Warden and a good man. What could he be possibly running from? What is this information you felt so strongly about that you needed to destroy one of the most storied of the city's taverns? Surely there has to be something else?"
Wilkas steps forward. “Well there are some indications he’s running from a former lover. There’s just so many it seems that it would prove futile to try and narrow down the choices. Something I’m sure you know nothing about.” He pauses momentarily “But whatever is going on, he deemed it secret enough to keep everything in a cypher.” As he continues to pace with his hands behind his back. “As for what we feel so strongly for to destroy the tavern, Ma’am that was ensuring we completed the job for you. I would recommend raising your voice at the only group working this out on your behalf. We’ve entered an agreement, a contract.... we are not your own personal soldiers to bark orders.” He stops to hear her rebuttal as he adjusts his glasses
The halfling soldier flinches hard at Wilkas's mention of other lovers, as though she had been slapped hard. But WIlkas's explanation seems to calm her slightly and her voice readjusts to its normal controlled timbre.. "You are correct of course. My apologies to each of you for raising my voice. My sentiments regarding your actions still stand, however. You acted rashly, and have brought scrutiny to me which is precisely what I wished to avoid."
She looks each of you in the eyes, holding her stare on you for a moment or two before moving on to the next of you. "Still, you have proved you have some talent for investigation and you've found things I have not been unable to uncover on my own. Were you able to crack the cypher? Let me see what you have. And there was nothing else you found in his quarters or in that tavern, The Harpy's Beak was it?"
At the captain's mention of the cipher, Donaar who had silently listened to the more experienced people yell at each other decided to chime in.
"Yes ma'am we were indeed. It seems like a lecturer from the Academy, Rufus Entwhistle, is somehow linked to all this. Which is strange because I went to some of his lectures and he never struck me as someone who would would take part in something disreputable. Then again I guess I didn't know him personally so I can't say for sure. What is for sure though is that his name comes up quite a bit in this. Oh, your name also comes up once related to a date set like a month in the past. Does that ring any bell to you?"
As you discuss all that you learned and you turn your attention to the book that Donaar translated, you can tell it is a ledger that seems to go back nearly two years that contains a list of names, dates, and interestingly enough, information about weather patterns that seem to correspond in some way with each entry.
The name that occurs most often is Rufus Entwhistle. Donaar and Dr. Quiem, this name rings a bell with both of you. He is a professor of meterology at the Academy. (You can roll history checks if you wish to determine if you recall anything else about him.)
"So yeah, that's basically what I was able to find out", Donaar says as he finishes exposing their findings.
"This Enthistle person is a professor at the Academy if I'm not mistaken and... wait there was something else about him."
(History check to remember more details about Rufus Entshistle: 11)
Donaar Daardendrian - Draconblood Wizard 1 (Our Revels Now Are Ended)
"Entwhistle, Entwistle, Entwhistle hm. Donaar here is right, I knew him a little..."
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Donaar and Dr. Quiem
You know Rufus Entwhistle as one of the most dynamic lecturers at the Academy. Barely older than most of his students, Professor Entwhistle regularly lectures on meteorology, technology, and the physics of weather and his lecture halls are always packed. He is charming and witty, and, as gossip goes around the school, a sure thing to be appointed as the next Dean once the current Dean, Addek Brightaxe, retires.
Dr. Quiem only
In addition to all this, as a fellow faculty member, you know that Entwhistle also has a massive grant from the Marquis of Port Zoon, for a project that no one at the Academy seems to know much about but has aroused much jealousy at the school. Further, you've read a lot of his work (you were quite the competitor of his before the accident), and while it is technically competent, it displays no real genius beyond the theoretical. This thereotical work is something that goes against what the very application-oriented Academy typically prizes in their scholars.
"Oh yeah, people think he'll be the new dean. I could se it. He's well-loved among the students, for being as dynamic and almost as young as them. I really enjoyed his lectures. But I wouldn't have pegged him as someone who would have anything to do with a missing person."
Donaar Daardendrian - Draconblood Wizard 1 (Our Revels Now Are Ended)
Dr. Quiem strokes his beard as Donaar talks, "There was more to him than just that. He got a grant for this mystery project of his- a big grant. A grant he didn't deserve, really..." Quiem adopts a glazed look in his eyes, clearly forgetting the presence of his companions, "Honestly, throwing that much money at theory, the man could never have held up on his own, didn't have enough interest in application to back something like that up. Write a couple of strongly researched science fiction journals and everybody thinks you're a genius..."
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"Well, my reason for getting together here, prior to going to see our patron, is that I wanted to do something with this gold, prior to having it taken from us, and make sure we had shared what information we had." Michael says. "I don't think we have any choice but to go and see the lady, but we might not wish to mention the fact her man might not be missing, but fleeing, from her."
Wilkas adds “I’m not sure we shouldn’t tell her everything we know. She deserves the right to know the information we have found. That is what we were hired to do. Now isn’t the time to add our own morality to the situation after we’ve agreed to terms.”
(Are you all splitting the gold pieces or leaving them in the chest?)
Splitting them as far as Michael is concerned. There was 400 right?
Correct -- split five ways, that comes to 80 gp each.
Dustyn perks up at the mention of gold and pockets his share.
“Well, let’s go chat with the old bat.”
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Donaar happily pockets his 80gp while agreeing with Wilkas.
"Yes, we are getting paid to deliver some information, it would be unprofessional to keep part of it to ourselves. Maybe everything is just a big misunderstanding and this will help clear it out."
When Dustyn suggests to go deliver the information he slowly nods.
"Yes, let's."
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The walk to the Zhelezo Administrative Office in this Sphere is unremarkable, save for the fact that as you pass by the Scholar's Rest, you see the tavern is closed for the moment, something that neither Donaar or Dr. Quiem has ever remembered happened in their time at the Academy. However, some wag has taken the opportunity offered by its closure to vandalize its sign, transforming the place into the Scholar's BReast. The only sign of who was responsible is a tiny doorway drawn in chalk on the corner of the sign. The doorway has a number of phalluses curling around it.
Once you arrive at Captain Thorntassle's office, the Captain, who had been waiting for you now for nearly an hour, is entirely red in the face, and seemingly on the verge of a massive stroke. Her voice, which was so clipped and measured in your first meeting, now betrays a rough working-class accent -- apparently her anger is too great to even keep up appearances.
"What in Aroveen's name are ye eejits playing at? Ye nearly destroyed a tavern that's as old as Port Zoon itsself! The Marquis 'as a drink there sometimes when 'e's meeting the Academy leadership. And you dumb gobshites wreck it in a brawl with some sailors? And then you mention MY NAME to that little shite Lemieux. Don't think he's not going to be up me arse for the rest of this week trying to figure this out." She grabs one of the signs that first drew you all to this job off her desk, crumbles it up and throws it at Donaar. "Ah said discrete. Ah wrote it in the bloody call for adventurers. Ah can understand the bard, the sailor and this weird hermit fella not being able to read," she waves in the direction of Wilkas, Dustyn, and Michael, "but the two of ye look like ye can understand basic three syllable words."She says to Dr. Quiem and Donaar.
"And then ye keep me waiting. Ah suppose that's my fault. If ye cant understand a word like discrete how can Ah expect you to understand im-med-i-ate-ly?"
She pauses for breath, her tirade seeming to take some steam out of her. "Please tell me, you have SOMETHING on Wal...Sergeant Glassanvil? What were ye able to find out."
Michael glares right back at her. "I suppose you would rather we were forced to turn over all of what we found to the guard, and then have them asking questions about that instead?" He holds her gaze, not backing down an inch. "Bringing your name up was the only way to keep this as discrete as possible. For the brawl, someone else seems to be after the same information as you are, since that was what started that brawl, some bone-breaker sent to get what we had found."
Dr. Quiem, in spite of himself, has to stifle a laugh before speaking, "Ma'am -hehee, there's no need for insults, I think you'll appreciate the information we have. We found out from a buddy of his that he got into some trouble. His friend seems to think that he was either running away from it or running to it."
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Captain Thorntassle listens carefully, clearly not included to believe you. "The Sergeant is an exemplar Shore Warden and a good man. What could he be possibly running from? What is this information you felt so strongly about that you needed to destroy one of the most storied of the city's taverns? Surely there has to be something else?"
Wilkas steps forward. “Well there are some indications he’s running from a former lover. There’s just so many it seems that it would prove futile to try and narrow down the choices. Something I’m sure you know nothing about.” He pauses momentarily “But whatever is going on, he deemed it secret enough to keep everything in a cypher.” As he continues to pace with his hands behind his back. “As for what we feel so strongly for to destroy the tavern, Ma’am that was ensuring we completed the job for you. I would recommend raising your voice at the only group working this out on your behalf. We’ve entered an agreement, a contract.... we are not your own personal soldiers to bark orders.” He stops to hear her rebuttal as he adjusts his glasses
The halfling soldier flinches hard at Wilkas's mention of other lovers, as though she had been slapped hard. But WIlkas's explanation seems to calm her slightly and her voice readjusts to its normal controlled timbre.. "You are correct of course. My apologies to each of you for raising my voice. My sentiments regarding your actions still stand, however. You acted rashly, and have brought scrutiny to me which is precisely what I wished to avoid."
She looks each of you in the eyes, holding her stare on you for a moment or two before moving on to the next of you. "Still, you have proved you have some talent for investigation and you've found things I have not been unable to uncover on my own. Were you able to crack the cypher? Let me see what you have. And there was nothing else you found in his quarters or in that tavern, The Harpy's Beak was it?"
At the captain's mention of the cipher, Donaar who had silently listened to the more experienced people yell at each other decided to chime in.
"Yes ma'am we were indeed. It seems like a lecturer from the Academy, Rufus Entwhistle, is somehow linked to all this. Which is strange because I went to some of his lectures and he never struck me as someone who would would take part in something disreputable. Then again I guess I didn't know him personally so I can't say for sure. What is for sure though is that his name comes up quite a bit in this. Oh, your name also comes up once related to a date set like a month in the past. Does that ring any bell to you?"
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