Storm King's Thunder

The officer call’s over his shoulder. “What, me? Can’t a captain piss in peace?” 

Seeing the three of you gathered there, he sighs and approaches. “This’d better be important.”

Meanwhile, at the jail, the guardsman looks askance at Crownsguard, as if he just realized what he was. “I..Er...look, I can let you in, but you’ll have to be escorted.”

He knocks on the heavy wooden door, which is answered by another guard in ring mail and helmet. After explaining the arrangement, the front door guard says, “Keep in mind, his execution is still scheduled for tomorrow morning.”

The armored guard brings you through the underground jail and to a locked cell where sits an unshaven man. The man doesn’t look up. “Zymorven, ya got visitors,” says the guardsman.

Crownsguard waves, “Hello.”

The younger Zymorven sits in his cell, keeping his head bowed down. He doesn’t answer Crownsguard.

"Be ye Captain Brenner?"

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"Be ye Captain Brenner?"

 "Who's asking, shortstack?" The man glowers impatiently. 

Flint ignores the slur and meets the man's gaze. "Ah'm Flint o' Citadel Adbar. Ah'm'ere fer Lord Zymorven on a matter o' missin' property."

“Well I don’t know who this ‘Lord’ is, but I’m afraid you’ll have to go through the proper channels,” Captain Brenner says. “Missing property should be reported to the Office of the Watch, along with any evidence and accusations. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

Ink looks at Brenner's breastplate and sword, noticibly different from the rest of the soldiers - does he see the crest of House Zymorven on either of them? 

//  I'm asking you to pull from my last perception check... Lol //

The breastplate is not ornate, but it appears as if it once bore a coat of arms of some sort—there is a spot on the chest that is cleaner than the rest of the piece of armor. 

The sword bears no visible crest, but does have a considerable amount of decorative features on the hilt, and the keen eye blade seems to gleam, so sharp is it.

Brenner stumbles off towards the back of the inn once more.

Don glances over to Flint and telepathically asks him, "He is corrupt and has the sword. We could follow him in, take the sword and I could take his visage then we just walk out of here. In a couple hours he will wake up with a headache." He waits for a disapproving look, "I assume you are judging me right now. I feel like you are judging me."

Ink, as he sees Brenner walk away looks as if to say something, but holds his tongue. 

He approaches a group of older veterans, think master sergeants rather than officers, and says, "Sorry for the intrusion, but was just looking to get some Intel on that Brenner fellow. We're supposed to repossess from him something that isn't his, but I get the feeling that he will be... problematic."

Ink waves over a waitress, and says, "Next round for this group is on me."

Don will keep an eye out toward where Brenner walked to see if he returns. "Let me know our play." he asks Ink telepathically. 

Startled by the new voice in his head, Flint wipes the ale from his beard, then looks at Don and gives a palm down pushing gesture, then nods tow the exit door. When Ink is done with the veterans he will tip the bartender a silver then head out.

// You can make a group check to charm the other officers. Pick your social skill, sounds like Ink is straight Persuasion (with advantage for buying drinks for the table—they have expensive taste, so it’s 10 gp). Let me know if you want  to do anything else creative. //

 Meanwhile, at the jail, the man in the cell finally speaks up in the silence. “What do you want?“ He says, his voice rough and raw, his eyes downcast. “Speak your peace, and then let me be.“

Persuasion: 30

"We have a writ of ownership, I am sure it is a misunderstanding. We are just trying to avoid any trouble by being forthright." Don smiles and tries to look like he wants to do anything but start trouble.

"Did you do the murder you are accused of? If you did we cant really help you, but if it was a setup we might be able to do something for you. Your father has seen his actions were in error and wishes to make amends. Although if I'm right he wasn't entirely wrong about the missus"

The man in the cell bolts to his feet and stares down Matrix, his face suddenly flush with anger. 

“DON’T YOU TALK ABOUT HER THAT WAY!” His spittle flies as he rages, staring with bloodshot eyes at Matrix. “You don’t know anything! You’re damn right I killed him, and I’d do it again!”

He breaks down into sobbing and sinks to the floor of his cell again. “Doesn’t matter anyway. She hates me now. If only she understood. I did it for her. He had it coming...” he’s now just rambling to himself, and you’re not quite sure if he remembers that you’re still there.

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The man in the cell bolts to his feet and stares down Matrix, his face suddenly flush with anger. 

“DON’T YOU TALK ABOUT HER THAT WAY!” His spittle flies as he rages, staring with bloodshot eyes at Matrix. “You don’t know anything! You’re damn right I killed him, and I’d do it again!”

He breaks down into sobbing and sinks to the floor of his cell again. “Doesn’t matter anyway. She hates me now. If only she understood. I did it for her. He had it coming...” he’s now just rambling to himself, and you’re not quite sure if he remembers that you’re still there.

 Crownsguard will walk forward and squat in front of the man, “May we hear your side of the story? I would like to determine what happened and how we should proceed.”