With Cora's shouting, the kenku books it out of the room whispering under its breath, "I'm Lu-Lu." It disappears into the street. 

As you look around the room, you notice that the corpses in the room with you have markings. Five of them have the same Zhent winged snake tattooed on them. One of the other seven corpses has a black tattoo in his palm of a circle with ten spokes radiating out from the circumference. 

Crates packed with weapons, rations, boots, black uniforms, and other gear fill the warehouse where you currently are. 

If you have strong ties to Waterdeep, make a history check to see if you recognize the symbol or the name Xanathar. 

Anyone else who wants to search the room make me a perception/investigation check 

Z2: The door to this back room hangs loosely on broken hinges. The cramped chamber beyond smells strongly of sour fish and vinegar. It is filled with discarded ropes, canvas tarpaulins, and splintered wood from smashed barrels.You can hear ragged breathing coming from the back of the room under a tarpaulin. 

Lu-lu, runs to the back of the room at the mention of ragged breathing, and quickly pulls the tarp back.

"Ah! Don't hurt me. Wait, you don't look like those thugs." The man under the tarp is marred by grime and the lingering stench of rancid pickled herring. You can see that even as dirty as he is, he has a certain noble posture. 

Lu-lu leans down, very close to him, her nose only wrinkles a little from the stench, "Are you the not-prince who knows Volo?"

"The what? I am Renaer Neverember, son of the last open lord. Are you talking about Floon? I think those thugs were after me but when the others broke in they took Floon thinking he was me. We need to rescue him."

Heishe raises an eyebrow at Renaer's name, but stays focused. "The others broke in?"

"Can you tell us who these others were, or where they took Floon?"

"That would be the Xanathar Guild. They operate under the city in the sewers. Those bird friends of ours were part of the group that broke in and killed the Zhents here. The Zhentarim thinks that my father embezzled a large amount of gold while he was Open Lord, and that he hid the dragons somewhere in the city. They think they can find it by using an artifact called the Stone of Golorr which was in the hands of the Xanathar Guild until recently. Apparently, someone stole it. The Zhents thought I knew something about all of this, but I don’t. My father and I haven’t spoken in years.”

Lu-lu nods with attempted understanding before quirking her head in thought, “Where would they take Mr. Floon? And how come they didn’t just kill you? These are dangerous criminals, very RUDE ones who shoot cute gem girls without any provocation. Why would they just hide you here in the back room for the last few days, instead of just killing you?”

"They think I can lead them to the gold. Unfortunately for them, I have no idea what my old man did with it. I managed to escape my bonds and was waiting for a chance to escape before you all came in here. 

“What about Floon? Where would they take him?”

"Hello, Raenar." Cora rolls her eyes, expecting to find Floon. She begins to set him free. Then she turns to the others. "Looks like we're going into the sewers. Our search isn't over yet." At the mention of his father, and gold, she didn't seem to care, mind, or pay attention.

Heishe nods, offering Renaer a hand up. "Indeed. I suppose that would explain why our kenku friend was going on and on about the sewers."

"Correct." Cora nodded. "And now that a few escaped, I have the feeling our trouble might just be beginning - especially if the Zhents and the  Xanathar Guild are involved. We should hurry." She turned to Raenar. "Are you able to get back home on your own?"

"Is it wise to be rushing off to the sewers so soon? I have expended all of my healing magic and if I am not mistaken, so has Lulu. It would not go well for us if we were to get into a battle."

Lu-lu raises a hand, “I have a little bit of positive energy left, but at the same time, I’m pretty banged up, if we get into a major scrape, I’ll be the first one down.....again.” She winces at the admission, knowing that she is in no shape to protect people and having to admit it feel like two extra wounds on top of what she already has. “Even if we took an hour to nap, I think I could potentially be alright to move on, but it’s up to you guys.”

Vincent rubs his chin in thought. “The trail currently is hot, and it wouldn’t be wise to drop it to get a full nights rest, but the risk of getting into a fight is definitely there...” He says. “We can at most take an hour to gather ourselves, lest we want to risk losing our lead.”

"Hhhh..spellcasters." Cora mumbled. That's right. Had you forgotten already? Rest equals spells again. Fine. "We don't have the luxury of a full night's beauty sleep, you guys. If you guys need to rest briefly that's fine, but consider this: like Vincent said, the trail is hot and the longer we delay, the longer the potential for something bad to happen to Floon is likely." She gave a quick glance to Lu-lu. "Don't be so hard on yourself. You didn't know you'd get shot twice."

As you are discussing your next move, the door is slammed open and the city watch rushes in. "Freeze! What is going on here? Identify yourselves!" They yell at you. There are thirteen of them. Their leader is a tall human. He has an air of a strict but honest man. 

Lu-lu waves at the city watch. “Good evening, we entered this building suspecting it to be the location that a missing person was taken,” she points to the open lords son, “We found him in the back after a run in with some Zhentarim agents.” (Do you want a check?)