Mal'thrae nods his head, satisfied. He puts 3 more silver pieces on top of the gold and slides it toward the man. "That's the ticket. The silver should be enough for a pitcher, and then some. Pleasure doing business."

The half-drow gets up and leaves, motioning for his companions to follow.

Rayner: "Candle Lane it is. Companions we might have trouble there, be prepared."

Auric:

Glad to be out of such an unsavory place, Auric turns and follows Rayner quickly.  On the way, he asks, “Is it typical for human nobility to  socialize in such a location?  It seems the local clientele resent the aristocracy ‘rubbing their noses in it’ .” 

Rayner: "No. I don't know personaly master Neverember, soo I can't make judgement of is charather, but from this I can say that he does'nt look at his nobility as special."

Valen picks up his full ale and walks out with the mug in hand.  He takes a drink as he follows the others out of the tavern, ignoring the barkeep's call about the mug.

The barkeep aims a few more creative swears at your back as you leave, but doesn't come after you.

Candle Lane is fairly close by. The buildings lining the street are so closely packed and tall that sunlight can't reach the street. Gloom envelops a narrow alley as dark as a dungeon — and as odorous as one, too. Nearly all the streetlamps have been smashed. The only light that pierces the darkness is a faint flickering from down the lane, like a distant candle.

Valen finishes the ale, then tosses the empty mug to the side of the alley.  He follows the others as they continue down the alley.

Auric:

Auric will move purposefully but quietly into the alley.  He is fine going first, but if a stealthy person wants to go ahead and scout, that works too.  He keeps a wary eye towards the shadows for any threats, as he has a bad feeling about this dark alley.  With his shield on his arm, his hand hovers near the hilt of his axe hanging on his belt...This dragonborn is ready for trouble...

As they step out of the sun, Mal'thrae feels a bit more nonchalant. He doesn't hum (lest he attract unwanted attention) but he does seem more upbeat. Perhaps it's their recent success with the troll or their progress on finding Floon.

"I have light if you all want it. It's a bit dim, but you guys can see better." he says, casting dancing lights unless anyone raises any objections.

Rayner nods too Mal'thrae as a thank you for the light. He tries to look out for a way inside the building and see if there's activity there now.

Perception:21

 You don't see any activity, and you find the door with the symbol at the end of the alley, the streetlight shining directly on it.

"Perhaps you would like a horn too, to further announce our arrival?"  Urukar grumbles as a small light floats past his head.  "In the north we do not hunt elk with flaming torches held aloft."

"We going to knock or just kick the door in?"  Valen asks as he looks over the building with the snake mark.

Auric:

”A quiet entry would be preferable, as they may be holding him as a hostage,” says Auric as quietly as he can.

"I can be quiet when I have to be." Mal'thrae chuckles. He attempts to open the door, or pick the lock if it's locked.

Dexterity (Thieves' Tools) Check: 12

The warehouse has a loading door around the building to the right of the entrance, and a painted over window to the left. The door is, indeed, locked, but after a minute of fooling around the lock gives a soft click.

Tables and chairs have been carelessly tossed across the floor. The corpses of a dozen men lie along the walls, their rapiers and daggers lying nearby. On the north side of the area, stairs rise to an open level above.

Four short, avian creatures with long beaks and black feathers look over in surprise from where they stand in the middle of the warehouse. Each wears a hooded cloak and wields a shortsword.

They invite you to roll initiative.

Auric:

Initiative:  2

Mal'thrae initiative: 18

Rayner’s initiative:  8

Urukar's Initiative: 9