"But I can't talk in yours!"

"Oh, good idea, we should ask Mister Durnan."

((Is Durnan around still? If so:))

"Mr. Durnan! I need that troll's skull!"

((As a street urchin, is Lyss familiar with the Manor?))

"Trollskull Alley, hmmm?"

Wiping the bar, Durnan chuckles at Aimee’s request. “We chucked the beast back down there, I could lower you down..... for a gold piece. It’s a dangerous place down there though, not for children and rookies.”

Lyss, you are aware of the North Ward, and being quite a fancy area they do try to keep urchins out to keep their reputation as the peaceful ward of Waterdeep. On your few forays there, you might have heard some talk of trollskull alley. Make a history check please.

Trollskull History: 22

Halfling Powers ACTIVATE! Trollskull History: 19

"Down the hole?!"

She is shivering with excitement.

She cast a look over her shoulder,

"Can you do it sneaky?"

Kerri looks a little shocked, "Wh...why do you need a troll skull?"

"For our house! It's on Trollskull alley!"

Durnan grunts, “Maybe tomorrow Kiddo, we’re closing up here, so you’d better get a move on.”

Lyss has heard that the Trollskull Alley area is a bit of a hip night spot for young aristocrats. It’s largely residential, but there are a few businesses that have been opening up as of late. The Trollskull Manor is the grandest of the buildings on the alley. It was once a popular tavern, but it has been left empty for many years. it famously had a trolls skull hanging over the door to the tavern.

"Okay Mister Durnan, but if another troll pops up tomorrow and you kill it, save us the skull, and we'll buy it from you!"

Lyss peers at the deed, turning it about.

"Oh! I think I know where this is! It's definitely the best place on the block! It's been shut down for a bit, but we'll make it AMAZING!"

"What are we waiting for! Let's go! Come one Kerri and Sparky!"

She then turns and looks at Lyss to guide them.

Spark looks . . .dubious, but follows nonetheless.

Kerri follows, a little skeptical, "Who on earth just decides to give someone a house?"

"Volo! What a great guy!"

As you exit out onto the streets, drunkards stagger around as barkeeps shoo them away. The smell of the streets at this time is almost as bad as the sewers were, unknown liquids and smashed glass littering he street.Lyss leads the group as best as she remembers up the high road toward the North Ward. The houses here are much grander and the streets are clean. A symbol on the street signs depicts a white dove, the emblem of the North Ward, famed as the most peaceful ward in Waterdeep. Lyss is less familiar with the streets here and doesn’t know the exact location of Trollskull Alley.

"This is gonna be great! Kerri, do you have a house? How about Spark? You guys can come stay with us, if you don't. Dnee already had a house, so I don't think he'd want part of it anyway, and Red's rich and kinda meh, so I don't miss her at all, but you guys are great! Most grown ups kind of suck, but not you guys! Or Threestrings, he's sort of a grown up, but he's great too. Threestrings, are you gonna come check out our place with us?"

Lyss is in full on chatter mode.

((Would you like a check from her to try to navigate us to the manor?))

Spark scoffs.

"Me?  Own a house?  I’m a wandering peddler of great renown!"

"So you don't have a home either? Where do you do your work? Make your really amazing doodads and whizzamajigs?"

Aimee is overtired but the sugar high from the pies and the excitement from the day is keeping her going. She is yawning constantly as they walk, waving to the drunks.

Drunkards, being drunkards, react in wildly unpredictable fashions. Some wave back, some blow kisses, and some pull up fisticuffs, hurl curses or spit back at her. The number of drunkards greatly diminishes though, as the highroad approaches the North Ward.

There are a few people still out and a out though, a trio of young men, dressed in a similar fashion to Floon and Renaer, though a lot younger, are sharing a bottle of wine on the corner of a side street leading into the dock ward, swaying. The tallest of the trio is a dark haired half-elf, who seems to be telling a joke as the two light haired humans guffaw. 

On the opposite side of the street, walking toward the high road, are a pair of nobles, dressed in fashionable fine clothing, the male is a devilishly handsome half elf walking with a ruby tipped cane, he looks up and down the street as if searching for a coach. The Female is a human, holding up her dress with one hand, so as not to dirty its bottom, with her other hand she dabs at her face with a handkerchief.

On the high road, a couple of coaches travel up and down the road. The sound of nobles chatter accompanying the clattering of the wheels and horseshoes on the cobblestones. A few are parked on the side of the road, as their drivers boast to passers by of their competitive pricing. They are notably silent as you pass though.