"Yes and no. What if we all go away exept one of us, the best one at stealth, i think there´s more then meets the eye here and i think it would be better to someone to hear what those guards will say, meanwhile the rest of us go away to make the guards think we gave up. Last time i tried this idea it went kinda well" Frila says in an incredibly low voice

Oak looks at Trill, “Whatever you think... I’m with you...”. He stands a little taller and gives her a nod as if to say, ‘I’m ready’.

Trill jots out:

"Not accusing. Sources must be wrong, Firehand is above reproach."

Don't single out any slaves, tell them they don't have the ones we're looking for? If they've got my crew, singling them out just puts them in danger, and don't think we can buy them all or arrest them all or whatever. But just get an idea if they're here? Then we can make a plan to break them out.

She'll flash it to Aimon and then the others. 

"I have an idea to convince them to let us in. We can tell them that Aimon misunderstood our orders, and that we're actually here to inspect the slave collars. They've been malfunctioning and killing slaves at random, and we don't want them to lose any property," Caelynn suggests after reading Trill's note. "Might want to wait for the other one to come back, though. Don't know how well crazy-eyes there will respond to it."

Seeing the group huddle and whisper conspiratorialy, the guard calls out anxiously, "What are you saying?" His hand tightens firmly upon the haft of his massive ads hanging from his side. You can hear footsteps approaching from the other side of the gate.

Aimon looks back over at the anxious guard.

"My colleagues are telling me that I have gotten the details of our mission wrong," Aimon says. "We can wait to explain once your fellow guards arrive. But while this does involved the slaves, it's really the slave collars that are the issue. We've been getting reports of faulty slave collars all over the city. You must have heard about the slaves that lost their heads in the market two days ago. Quite the sight."

(Deception: 19  )

"The collars seem to be overreacting. Killing the slaves when you simply mean to silence them," Caelynn adds, stepping up beside Aimon. "We wouldn't want you losing any valuable property. We're just here to take a look."

At Aimon's words, the guard says, "Oh, yes, I have heard of it happening lately." You can tell he is lying , and he's just saying that so he can "fit in." As he ponders what he should do next, the gate opens, and the guard from before in addition to another dwarf walk through it. This new dwarf is dressed in the fine clothes of an aristocrat. Fine black robes adorn her frame, and she wears a dark maroon mantle across her shoulders. You can see an amulet emblazoned with a hand print dangles from her neck. Despite being a Druergar, she has a lithe frame, and her hair is also cropped short. You've noticed that the male dwarves are bald with long, wispy beards while the females have thin, ratty hair or is cut close to the scalp.

She says in Common, "I've heard you wish to inspect our slaves, correct?"

 " No ma'am,  they actually want to look at the collars. They've been decapitating slaves lately. "

She looks at you with her cold, calculative eyes before she says, "May I see your permissions?"

 Everyone needs to make another Deception check. This will be a group check.

Trill has flipped to a new page of her journal and has been scribbling in a ledge of those who they've 'checked' on the slaves at, and is otherwise affecting the disposition of a mildly bored scribe.

Deception: 9

((Well... heck. She's so anxious to see her crew, she's not keeping it very cool...))

Aimon shows his badge and nods over at Trill.

"She's been recording our findings so far today," Aimon begins. "I just want to get this over with and go home."

Deception: 6  

"Ma´am, I was a slave here and I can garantee you, well tecnically still am, that´s how they know about this. The collar´s explosion have been happening. I saw it happening 3 times at least, almost happened to me also. I understand you are beeing careful, but we are just doing a routine check. Now if you are perfectly ok with losing slaves left and right, just because you decided to not be caurefull, so be it. If you want to spend your money, and time, and patience, and slaves all because you decided to not verify the slave collar´s so be it, Just hope you understand that you won´t get any compensation for any loses if you refuse." Frila says at the dwarf in the most interested face she could come up with

Deception: 11

((Do we all have these ID badges? I can’t remember. If we do, Oak will casually flash his)).

Oak maintains his often-used, disinterested, neutral, face... The kind that only very, very, big people seem to be able to get away with.

Deception: 14 

Caelynn shows her badge as well, keeping silent for the moment.

Deception: 16

Yndrid Insight: 12

Group fail :(

She eyes each of you skeptically before she says in a condescending tone, "I believe we can inspect our own collars." He eyes run up and down Frila with contempt as she says, "And put a muzzle on your mutt." With a arrogant air, she spins around and marches back into the dwarven complex. 

The talkative guard brandishes his weapon and says, "Yeah, shove off!"

Frila puts a small smile and her left eye twitches
"Can we kill her? Possibly now? Please" she says low enough to not be heard by the woman
"I am not a fan of just starting fights... but did she just called me mutt? If they don´t go fight i won´t either, but I promisse that I personally be sure that  she dies"

"As much as I'd like to, I think we'd be outnumbered," Caelynn mutters back, glaring at the woman as she retreats into the fortress. "These rich types tend to have guards in hidden places. We'd be dead before we even got to her."

Trill is breathing heavily, but she grasps Frila and Oak's hands, nodding at Caelynn's response.

"As much as I'd like to..."

Frila sighs
"You are right, killing her now would be unwise. But I promisse that when that thing happens, she dies"
"Tchii..." she kicks the ground"Mutt... I give you the mutt...." she says to herself

Oak nods. If the party start to head away, he’ll quietly say “At least we know what we’re working with. Successful reconnaissance I’d say. We can always regroup and return... ... Should we head towards the dragon’s home for now? Or is it still too soon?...”.

Aimon waits a moment, watching the door close and then looks up at the building and down the walls, looking for windows, ledges, handholds, and the like, anything that makes the walls look climbable anywhere along them. There's always more than one way to get in to a building that doesn't want you to.

Perception: 25   

After taking the quick look, he turns and joins the others.

"Might as well go find miss dragon then," Aimon says.