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Zeviel looks about the room, though avoids touching much of anything. Someone had told her moving things about in a crime scene made it harder to solve the mystery. Or maybe that was in a book she read... Either way, no need to touch anything needlessly. As she looked about the room she hummed and hawed, doing her best to look studious and intrigued. In all honestly, she felt useless. She had little to no idea what she was doing here.
Maybe after they found some clues she could help put the pieces together...?
"So did we find, uh, anything?"
Seriously, policing was not her forte.
Aisha loiters near the rest of the group, feeling rather useless. She knows very little about investigations, so she leaves the searching for clues to people that know what they're doing.
"Do you anyone saw anything around here last night?" she asks Kurst, trying to think of something useful. "Someone that we might be able to talk to?"
After testing the window, crawling around the room, checking under mattress, bed and desk, Boram, covered in cobwebs, smiles as he exits the room, holding up a piece of paper in each hand. Handing Norasha the receipt in his left hand ”This one was under tha bed” he continues ”It appears ta be a receipt from ‘Morninghawk’s Fine Steel’ for engravin’ bein’ on a knife, I don’t remember seeing any engravin’ maybe we should talk ta this Urnsul, yeah?”
Then he hands the second note to Aisha ”An this note was hidden in tha desk, written ta someone named Melira, and it’s pretty incrimination! Do ya know who that might be?”
Boram then looks at the team and asks ”Does tha hand writing look the same to anyone, maybe we should add this Urnsul at ‘Morninghawk’s Fine Steel’ ta our list of people ta talk ta and start inquiring about this Melira, yeah?”
Aisha accepts the note with a small nod and reads it over. "Gods. Incriminating is putting it lightly. A note abandoned by the killer at the scene of the crime... this has to be important. And it's a bit... frightening really. It... it reads like Rodrik was murdered. And because he was a threat to some larger plan."
Whistling a bit, the dwarf replied, Aye this be right down suspicious. I've never heard of this person. And like Boram said there be no engraving on the hope knife. Which is odd...although me thinks that Rodrik did stumble on something down right evil and wicked. This confirms that Rodrik didn't kill himself although we should still question the suspects and look for more clues. Y'all know there be some hardheads who will want more than just a simple note. But Rokar you said you caught a whiff of orc...hm...me thinks I have an idea about that: what if some knave was scouting the town for information on its weaknesses and Rodrik discovered this villain and said villain killed him making it appear to look like a suicide? It's a stretch mind you but still it is like ye said Aisha: somehow poor Rodrik became a threat to some evil plans or scheme. And indeed: both papers be important no doubt here! Also what do the rest of y'all know about this Morninghawk? Me and Boram wouldn't know much about the folks here unlike the rest of ye. Maybe we should talk to Cham now. Maybe she saw or heard something last night.
Rokar is surprised at the idea that Rodrik was murdered, but that quickly faded into an awkward relief as he realized that meant he wasn't, in fact, dead by his own hand.
I never thought I'd be relieved to hear the word murder... he thought, reflecting on how strange it felt before replying to Norasha.
Sara Morninghawk sits on the Council of Defenders, and she runs the smithy here in Trunau, Norasha. But I think you're right, we should talk to Cham - and fast. If there's someone in Trunau killing people they need to be found out and stopped. It's one thing to die fighting an enemy to defend your home. But this...
Rokar gestures to the blood-stained mattress, before finishing slowly, and with a steely resolve.
...is completely unacceptable, and I will see that it ends, now.
Nodding her head in agreement, Tis true me friend. It is one thing to die in honorable combat with your enemies underneath your feet and your head held high as the dawning of the new day's sun rises on the horizon as your breathe your last gasp of air and smile for the final time as ye embraced your final day.
She grinned. She had to make sure to write that down later on.
Returning to the task at hand, she added, Um...aye, let's go talk to Cham right away. The more time we wait, the more likely our unseen foe will strike!
"Right, probably smart. Does anyone mind if I keep this note? I think we're going to want to ask people about this Merila person who it was written to." She folds the note and slips in into one of her pockets. "If they manage to slip away... Rodrik deserves justice for this. We can't leave any stone unturned."
Smiling Norasha replies, Aisha I could kiss you right now! Good thinking there lass! Let's go see Cham quickly! The killer might attack her as well.
Ok, so we talk to Cham, Brinya, Omast and this Sara Morninghawk, and we find out who Melira is Boram smiles at Norasha, ”Dyin’ in honorable combat is still, dyin’ an’ I’d just as soon avoid it, heay. But your right, lets go talk ta Cham."
Heading down stairs and looking around the Inn until they find the pleasant Halfling innkeeper Boram approaches her smiling ”Yer pardon, Cham, we really appreciate ya lettin’ us inspect Rodric’s room, do ya mind if’n we ask a couple of questions?” not waiting for an answer he begins right in. ”Do ya remember anyone else, that was out of tha ordinary? Someone who came in late er maybe left early, we found an odd note namin’ a person called “Melira” so’s we know someone else was in tha room, do you remember anything or anyone odd?” he smiles wider and adds ”Present company excluded, yeah.”
"How unusual that in a town this size even the most connected individuals aren't aware of a person by this name," Zeviel mused out loud. "Surely someone's at least noticed a female stranger. Or perhaps the guard is simply letting all manner of orcs wander about the town." She tosses her hands in frustration. She hated being in the dark about any going ons in the town. "Cham, have their been any outsiders or guests seeking a room recently? They may not have given their proper name."
Norasha looked at Cham, trying to figure out if the halfling was hiding something.
After hearing Zeviel, the dwarf nodded in agreement.
Aye what she said.
Aisha raises an eyebrow at her stutter. That sounded a bit suspicious. "Are you certain? Please, we need to know every detail you can think of."
Aisha starts, then takes one of Cham's hands gently. "Shh, it's alright. You couldn't have known. It's alright." She tries to calm the crying woman, not having expected her to break down.
Caught between feeling sorry for Cham and worried about the mysterious stranger, Rokar tries to be comforting while keeping the conversation most important matter at hand. After Aisha, he speaks.
Cham, it'll be OK, but you've got to tell us everything you can. What did he look like, what did he sound like? Did he have any visitors? And most importantly, what room did he stay in?
She could tell that the halfling was hiding something else.
As she was about to point this out, Aisha got Cham to say more.
Still...
Aye that's good and all but me thinks you know more. We don't think ye had anything to do with what happened with Rodrik. But if ye knows anything please tell us. We want to avenge the lad's death. Were there any other visitors recently?
She also added, And don't worry lass. It not be your fault at what happened. Torag and Bolka know it and so do we. If anyone says differently let me know and I'll punch'em in the face! You have me word!
Zeviel opens her mouth as if to argue that point, then looks to the hysteric Cham and thinks better of it.
"We need to speak to the guards. Find out if anyone has come or gone since last night. Someone has to have seen something. This is not big city and I've seen the way those nosy women crane their necks to peek over the fence just to glean a touch of gossip!"
can't say that I blame her, a handful of gold coins is hard to resist Surprised that Cham breaks down into fearful sobs Boram walks up and pats her on the back, "There, there, girl, it'll be our little secret," as he looks at the rest of the team no need this girl get blamed he then asks Cham "Can ya be tellin' us what tha fellow looked like, yeah?"
Norasha nodded, having the same idea as Boram was having about Cham.
Aye, we just need to know if you've seen anyone else who might be suspicious or shifty-looking. Can ye tell us about any of strange guests?
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Cham readily offers a description of the man, but recalls nothing specifically identifying about him. In response to Norasha's question, Cham sniffs loudly and offers, "A bunch of half-orcs and other thuggish tall-folk came in about a week ago and reserved practically every free room in the Ramblehouse. I didn't recognize any other from around town, but by the time Rodrik's body was discovered, they had already checked out. Here, I'll show you." She indicates the entry in the register that confirms this information.
Norasha looks at the register.
Hm...I see. And I'm going to go out on a cliff here and assume that this bunch left a bloody abyss of a mess, eh?
She figured from Cham's tone that this group weren't exactly the...best guests the halfling had ever had.
Nodding, the dwarven paladin then replies, Aye. What sort of damage did they do to the Ramblehouse?
Rokar chimes in after Norasha, And did they leave anything behind?
Zeviel cants her head to the side, looknig quite thoughtful. "Wouldn't it be easiest to simply look at their rooms ourselves? Perhaps we'll find another note stuffed somewhere if we look over them."
I think she has told us all she can Boram nods his head in agreement "It would be easy enough ta look ourselves, I wouldn't mind takin' a crack at it meself, and 'ats for sure" then smiling at Cham, "If that's all right, with you Cham. yeah." then back to the group. "Then we will speak with these others, yeah?" smiling he looks back into the kitchen, Maybe we should ask her to pack a snack for us, we probably will just barely get back in time for lunch.
well that's a pity After thoroughly searching the room and coming up with nothing Boram turns to the team and asks "We'll since we found nothin' more here, let's leave Cham alone for a bit and go talk to Omast, he's a guard, yeah" looking directly at Rokar, Zeviel and Aisha he continues "Norasha and I don't know this place as well as you three nor are we known, so It would make sense if one of you blokes takes tha lead so's ta speak, yeah?" Boram smiles waiting for someone to lead the way to where Omast would be, Hopefully we won't take to long, it's almost time for second breakfast.
Aisha nods slightly. She can't help getting a little swept up as they energetic halfling leads the charge, so to speak. "Perhaps it would be best if we move on. The longer we wait, the more time we're giving the culprit to hide or flee town."
Thanks, Cham. Please let us know if anything else turns up, or you remember anything more. Farewell Rokar turns from the proprietor and continues speaking to the others.
I agree with you both. I'm familiar enough with Omast. Let's get moving then, shall we? It shouldn't be too hard to find him; let's try the main gain to start.
Rokar heads towards the door of the Ramblehouse, ready to leave if the group follows.
Norasha thanks Cham for her help and even leaves a silver coin as thanks.
She then turns to Rokar and nods.
Aye, let's get moving then. Lead the way Rokar.
Nodding in kind, Rokar pushes on the door, and heads out into the daylight, intent on heading towards the main gate.
Alright, follow me then.
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As you proceed in the direction of the main gate, your hear a low growl coming from a nearby alleyway. Before you can react, four snarling, frothing wolves reveal themselves, blocking your path.
INITIATIVE
Zeviel
Boram
Norasha
Rokar
Wolves
Aisha
Wolf 2: 9
Wolf 3: 9
Wolf 4: 9
Zeviel wastes no time in preparing for combat. She's spent enough time in enemy territory to know to always be ready for anything, even in the comfort of your own home. Without missing a beat, she thrusts her hand forward as a jet of acid soars towards Wolf 2.
It was a quick and dirty spell to be sure, but she didn't like the idea of killing off local wildlife, even if it was coming towards her aggressively.
"Why on earth would the wolves come into town?"
That's odd, not often you see wolves in a well defended settlement, even the one's here above ground Seein Zeviel waggle her fingers out of the corner of his eyes, he answers her with "'At's exactly what I was a wonderin' yeah" as he looks at where his team mates are and not being familiar with there fighting style, lets see if we can finish the one Zeviel cast her spell at He decides to attack with his sling while he watches and learns the teams methods and how to add his own skills to theirs. Drawing his sling and lead ball he quickly loads the leather strip and whirling it around his head he releases the ball at the already injured canine.
Norasha readies herself, steeling herself for any approaching attackers.
Come on ye bastards of b+~&!es! This she-dwarf is ready ya!
As Norasha readies herself, Rokar pulls a chakram from his belt and hurls it towards the same wolf Boram and the Zeviel attacked.
A pack of wolves, in Trunau?! Rokar thinks, before switching his attention to Milani.
Quickly calling to mind the aspect of the bear, he strengthening his companion. A subtle gesture towards the tiger encourages her to hold her position between Rokar and Norasha, rather than charge forward.
OK then, we hold the line!
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Zeviel opens the combat with an acid splash against wolf 2, drawing a yelp of pain from the creature as the acid burns its snout. Boram follows up with a sling attack, but still the wolf stands. Norasha readies herself against an attack, even as Rokar looses a chakram. The circular blade hits the wolf squarely in the throat, bringing the creature low. The three remaining wolves are on the party in an instant, snarling and snapping angrily.
With a wild roar, Milani lunges at the wolf directly in front of her, swinging first her left and then her right paw, vicious claws extended, before leaning in and trying her best to attack her foe with her teeth