As Aimee hugs Renaer, her nose is assaulted by the smell of rancid pickled herring. “Apologies Aimee, I wouldn’t get that close if I were you..., my hiding spot was not the most lavish I could have found.” He Gestures towards the door under the stairs, on broken hinges, inside is cluttered with rope, tarpaulin, and splintered wood from smashed barrels.

Looking Kerry in the eyes he responds with a wry smile, “And the moon has not risen either. Are you Kerri or Lyss then?”  Looking around at the bodies he sighs. ”Well, it is a bloodbath, and though it is a shame to see, I don’t think any of these folk have clear consciences.” He points to the wrist of a fallen thug, a black tattoo of a flying snake on it. ”These fellows took me. That symbol, it’s of the black network, the Zhentarim, they were attacked by another group, that’s how I managed to escape. I fear we may be caught in the midst of a conflict between criminal gangs, these deaths are one thing, but I worry for the innocents who may be drawn in to this.”

On the mention of Floons name, Renaer hangs his head. “Oh Floony boy, what have I gotten you into.... The group that attacked took him with, I think they may have mistaken him for me. Floon has never rustled any feathers around the city, he’s just known as a likeable chap - but I... I have my fathers name, and he didn’t leave a good impression in this city... or anywhere as far as I know.”

"Kerri," Kerri replies to him. "Why would they think Floon was you?"

“Well, Floon and I do share a certain look... handsome, stylish, strapping, you get the gist.” 

"Habit of being kidnapped and needing rescued?" Kerri asks with a sly smile.

Aimee hugs anyways! Then prestidigitates them both clean.

"So no Floon? Well crap! Maybe these guys got a note or something to guide us to him?

She then starts poking the bodies with her foot to see what they have. Not really paying much attention as she does it.

Investigation: 2

Renaer laughs at Kerri’s jab, ”Yes, and maybe I’d be ashamed of that as a younger man - but I was lucky enough to have you to rescue me... I just hope a Floon can have the same? He’s a little more sheltered than I, I dread to think how he’ll cope.” 

Watching the odd half-Elven girl poke the bodies, he gives Kerri a  concerned look, “She’s not really a master detective there is she?”

"Oh yes, Renaer," Dnee interrupts. "Would you happen to know anything about the Xanathar Guild? Do you think they were the ones behind Floon's capture? What did the people who attacked look like? Did they have eye tattoos? Sorry for my inquiries."

Kerri just shakes her head. "No I suppose not... she's trying her best though."

“Sir,  you can relax, I’m not my father - you’ve saved my life so if anything I should be apologising to you!  The Xanathars... that would make sense! I didn’t get a good look at the attackers then, but it looks like there are more bodies here than there were Zhents. You can see for yourself, if they have any markings. I heard the Xanathar were getting into scuffles with the Zhents as of late... could this be about that damn stone?” he shakes his head and rubs his brow.

"Stone?" Kerri asks.

“Yes, sorry - 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 must have thought I knew something about all of this, but I don’t. My father and I haven’t spoken in years. If the Xanathar are involved, and they think Floon is me, who knows what they’ll do to him to get the stone. Please, will you help me, and get him back?”

"Of course," Kerri says, "I'm always willing to help."

Spark grumbles to himself, but otherwise stays out of the conversation.

"That's the original quest, you're a side quest! Where do the Xanthars live? We can get him back tonight!"

She checks to see if any of the bodies has an eye tattoo and starts rooting around for gold and valuables like Lyssli taught her. She isn't afraid to get bloody! She says, like she has been taught, at every body,

"Oh! Sorry! I'm so clumsy! Excuse me!"

Renaer smiles gratefully  and heads over to one of the bodies, picking up a rapier and a knife. “It has been a while since my adventuring days, but I would feel terribly guilty if I did not help you. If you would have me of course? ” he shrugs at Aimees question “The thing about these criminals is, they are quite secretive and like to keep their houses hidden. As you um.... poke the bodies, why don’t you check if any are still alive?

As Aimee pokes the bodies, she remembers that the first body she inspected had a circle with a dot in the middle, surrounded by lines. It could be an eye, just with really weird eyelashes.

"Right the kenku," Kerri says, going over to it to try and wake it up.

Aimee gets the body with the weird eye and lifts it up and points to the eye thing,

"Like this? This is an eye?"

Renaer looks at the tattoo “Yes, that is the one - that is the symbol of the Xanathar’s guild”

The Kenku awakes, looking up at Kerri, frozen in fear

"Xanathar's or The Zent?" Kerri asks it.

She checks for more eyes and money purses to give to Lyssli. Not the eyes.