Everyone gets a wave! Once past the handsome half-elf she turns into him and tries to walk like him.

"What do you think Lyss? I look good right! Harharhar, I'm rich! I have a house!"

She then goes back to waving at people, still looking like the half-elf. She does finger guns at anyone that waves back.

"This place smells wayyyyy better than the sewers!"

The half elf grabs toward Aimee’s hand as she mocks him, “Now, now, child. Have we found a lost little urchin? Shall we alert the authorities here or would you care to apologise to my wife for this great insult?” 

Kerri reaches over for the man's hand. "I suggest you take yourself elsewhere," she says, "she is just a child afterall. And forgive me for saying, but one would assume you yourself are implying that this place in fact smells like a sewer."

"Yeah! Besides, I'm the little urchin, but I'm not lost, I live just down the street now!"

"NO BLASTING!", she hisses at Aimee.

Spark makes a rude gesture at the man, his finger briefly on fire before he swears and shakes it out.

((I meant she switched after they'd went by them rather than right in his business, but this is fun!))

Aimee asks, truly interested,

"Your face is an insult to your wife? No! Don't say that about yourself, you look good! People are mean but you don't need to be mean to you! Or don't you have a house? Or are you not rich?"

She also nods sagely to Lyss's comment,

"She is the urchin, I was just homeless for maybe half a day! Now I'm not!"

She doesn't try to get away from him though, clearly interested in his answers smiling with his face.

The noble smirks at Aimee as he makes signs with his hands causing Aimee’s disguise to drop. (Cast dispel magic) 

“Victoro, the child mocks us!” The noblewoman hisses in the half-elf’s ear “And it’s father makes crude signs at us as the mother dares to command us.” She looks Kerri directly in the eyes, her sharp green eyes piercing into Kerri’s soul “You should be ashamed of yourself, allowing your child to act like this. You are unfit to be a mother.”

Victoro tries to calm his wife as he “Child, you are lucky that I am feeling charitable. Any other noble would have you arrested immediately, our guard would have seen to it had we been with them.” He looks the group up and down. “Are you aware of the charges for impersonating a noble? Even if you were just making a joke the magisters wont see it that way. I understand you may be resentful of our success, but I was clearly looking after my distraught wife when you made your mockery. Just apologise and we can move on peacefully. I am of the belief that jail time only leads to reoffending amongst the poor such as yourself, but if you haven’t learnt your lesson you leave me no other choice.”

Lyss tries to piece together if she's heard of an uppity half-elf noble named Victoro before.

History?: 21

As the magic disappears,

"Neat!"

Aimee's eyes glaze over but she has been lectured enough to know when to nod and say,

"Yes, absolutely!"

At the appropriate time. When he pauses at the end she says,

"Sorry, thanks! Bye! See you soon!"

Spark splutters indignantly.

"Father?  Do you not have eyes, you foppish blade of grass?  Does she look like my blood to you?  Where’s the fire, huh?  The sparkling intellect?  The unmatched beauty?"

He begins frantically fiddling with a fork he pulls from his pack, then drops it at the noble’s feet.  It pops up a flashing wall of illusory text that simply reads "Piss off" over and over again.

"Spark," Kerri says quietly, "please calm down."

Lyss

Aimee looks over at Spark's thing and smiles before waving at the guy and the lady again,

"Oh and my dad got crushed by a wagon a long time, with my little sister! That's how I got this!"

She points at the scar and bald spot on her head,

"Come visit me! I live in Troll Skull manor!"

Then she will keep walking, if allowed to, in the direction Lyss had them going.

Spark sputters even louder.

"Calm?  I am calm!  What part of this isn’t calm, you overly mellow potato!"

As Ammalia lunges toward Spark, Victoro calms her, “Don’t let them bait us, it’s not their fault, it’s a symptom of their poverty. Ahh look, Willifort is here.” Victoro points to a passenger cab pulling up beside them. The driver is an aging male tiefling who climbs down, opening the door and bowing before the Cassalanters. “Fare thee well, enjoy your Manor, we’ll see if you last the night there.”  Victoro calls back to you, fixing his eyes on Spark “Be careful pulling anything like that with any other nobles, they are more easily riled than I”

Spark grins.

"Ooooo . . .I like rile.  Tastes best . . .charred."

There’s a split second where Spark looks more murderous than just insane, but that quickly vanishes back into the usual muttering.

Lyss's fingers itch at the prospect of picking his pocket, but she contains herself and as the couple depart, she pipes up, "Well, guess we met some of the neighbors, let's go find our house! Should be... this way I think?"

DM:

Victoro pauses for a second, looking with concern at Spark before climbing onto the carriage. It carries on down the road towards the Sea Ward. 

(If Lyss is going to try to find the way based on her rough knowledge of the city and street smarts you can make a survival check, the deed had the address but no map.)

Survival: 11

Lyss sets off confidently.

Lyss is confident in her knowledge of the roads, and leads the group through back alleys. They arrive at a street lined with Terraced houses, which seem fairly fancy but not anywhere near the majesty of the buildings where you entered. Two wooden signs jut out into the street, the furthest, a metal sign in front of a building with blackened brick and smokey windows reads “Steam and Steel” with some smallprint underneath that is unreadable from the distance you are at. The closer sign is outside a three story town house, with the too floor completely made of glass. Inside, a rainbow of colour can be seen. The sign is a wooden sign, with very arty caligraphy bordered with bright colourful flowers, it reads “Corellon’s Crown”

Nearby a figure in a hat sneaks up to an alleyway, looking around as if checking they are being followed before slipping in. The sign on the wall of the alley has a symbol of a white dove and the words “Trollskull Alley”