Killilli’s Dragon Heist

"They're... interesting to say the least," Kerri says, "a lot more... violent I suppose would be the best word. Excuse me, I'm going to see if I can help Renaer." She gets up and goes to offer help.

((Gradually realizing that as a pair of homeless kids, Aimee and Lyss might literally be murder hobos...))

((It's okay, you have magic mom now!))

((Yay magic mom! And crazy Uncle Sparky!))

"Oh, and we almost got arrested by the City Watch! But Mister Dnee talked them out of it, but then he had to go do something else, but we made some new friends! This is Kerri, she knows Threestrings, and that's Spark, he knows... well, he knows a lot of things, I think. He makes things! I think he's famous, maybe you already know him. Oh, and that's Renaer, I think maybe you know him, Floon and him are buddies, but the baddies thought Floon was him, or something? Aimee and I are gonna go live in his library and make picnics and have forts! I mean, make forts and have picnics!"

Lyss, caught up in Aimee's enthusiasm, points out their new friends.

Spark preens, while pretending not to listen to any of the conversation.

Over a few drinks, and many pies, as Lyss and Aimee recall the events of the evening, the tavern empties further. As they finish their story a bell rings from behind the bar as Durnan calls “Alright, last orders!”

Floon seems captivated by the story, gasping and laughing at every word - even the parts he was there for. Renaer sings your praises to Volo, pausing to elaborate on how Spark bravely stood up to Grumshar, Lyss’s ingenuity trapped the gang members, Kerri healed some severe burns and bolstered the party with her prayers, and how Aimee blasted foes with delight. At the end of the story, Renaer stands, “Well my new friends, Floon and I had better head up to bed. Again, I cannot express how grateful I am to the four of you, and if you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. Hopefully we can stay as far from possible from this gang war over my fathers riches, it truly is classic him, to be causing trouble long after he’s gone. I’ll be staying here at the Yawning Portal, so just ask for me here if you need me.” 

As he and Floon stagger upstairs, Volo chuckles “That Floon, what a lovely soul. Thick as a stump, but a great guy. I bet that Intellect Devourer would have been pretty disappointed rooting around his brain!” Volo twiddles his thumbs, “Well um.... I guess I’d best be off too, this book won’t write itself, and I’ve got a good long day hat shopping tomorrow.... So you took her dice and her gold, but didn’t get my hat? No, never mind.” He shakes his head, standing up to leave.

"Hat's are more challenging,  but I bet I could... maybe you can steal it back over dinner.?. wasn't there some gold still coming our way? "

Volos face reddens as he checks his pockets, “Oh yes, silly me, how could I possibly forget! It’s all the excitement you see, and I’ve just had such a creative spark I wanted to rush home and get it on paper....” He nervously giggles for a second before seemingly finding something in his pocket,  “I confess that I have but few coins to spare. But never let it be said that Volo reneges on a promise. Allow me to present something much more valuable.” He holds out a scroll tube. “The deed to a remarkable property here in Waterdeep! We’ll need a magistrate to witness the transfer of ownership. I’ll arrange a meeting with one in the morning after you’ve inspected the estate and deemed it satisfactory.”

"A house! YEAAAAAH!"

Lyss's eyes narrow dubiously at Volo.

"What's the catch?"

Volo chuckles, “Aaah, Aimee, that enthusiasm will get you far in life. Lyss, you could learn a little from her. Not everything in life is a trap, and the only ‘catch’ here is the magnificent property that you now own!” His smile seems genuine, and you struggle to find any tells that might indicate he’s holding anything back. 

Eyes narrowed, she reaches out and takes the tube, sliding the deed out and looking it over.

"As a homeless orphan, most things and people that seem too good, are too good because they're a trap, Mister Volo."

Volo smiles symapthetically, “Well, now you can cross homeless off of that description! I’ll come by in the morning, see how you’ve settled in.” Volo staggers out of the bar, clearly having spent quite a while there already.

Lyss nods, not quite giving up her suspicions, but grinning at Aimee after he leaves.

((Is she able to glean anything from the deed?))

Checking over the deed, it all seems to be legitimate at first glance. (Make an investigation check if you would like to check further.) it includes a site plan for the building, named “Trollskull Manor and Tavern” and the address is at Trollskull Alley, in the wealthy North ward of Waterdeep. 

Investigation: 22

Lyss is feeling a bit overwhelmed.

"AIMEE! We have a house! Which do you want to be your room? Kerri! Spark! Threestrings! Look! Mister Volo gave us a HOUSE! Do you guys have your own houses? You can come and live with us if you don't, we can build forts and play tag, and there's a tavern downstairs, we can get that running, and Threestrings, you can play there EVERY night!"

Seems totally legit, Lyss hasn’t really had to look over contracts before and it’s a little overwhelming with all the legal wording.

"I think I want the attic bedroom, and Aimee, if you have the one right under me, we can pass notes and snacks and things out the window!"

"Or we can cut a hole to pass notes! Is there a library? I can talk in your brain already but notes are fun!"

She looks at the deed,

Investigation: 13

""Hey! Where is that troll? We need a skull!"