Anga staggers out of bed to the call. When she hears the news, sorrow is obvious on her face.
I did not know him well, but he seemed a good man. And not the suicidal type she finished her voice going thoughtful.
thank you for the trust you are showing us in this. But we better get started. Can we please see where the body was found?
"Cham, could you lead us?"
"Thank you for your assistance. I will authorize your group access to whatever you need. You can see his room. Chat with Cham, who found the body. He has a long time friend Omast Frum. And them there is Brayina Kelver. He was in a relationship with her. She is a Half-Orc, around here that can be a problem. Our Father objected to it," the last part was particularly difficult for Kurst to convey.
In that case, if you don't mind I would like to get my gear, I will meet the rest of you at his room.
Haskyll then quickly returns to his room, and puts on his armour, and grabs his warhammer, and then returns to the others.
Anga returns to her room, gathers her gear and rejoins the party.
"Oh! One more thing. Take this," Kurst gives the party the hopeknife found on Rodrik's body.
Shortly after the conversation with Kurst, Cham leads the party to Rodrik's room. Rodrik's body has been removed. This sparse room contains only a single cot and a writing desk. The cot is a cheap affair with a straw-stuffed mattress, now stained red with blood and stripped of its linens, while the desk is a slightly nicer piece of furniture that has nonetheless been chipped and worn by time. A cracked window in the southern wall is the only exit other than the room’s door.
Taking the hopeknife I am sure we will do everything that can to find out what happened, and not dishonour it
Haskyll then wraps it carefully and Ulfguard
Anga listens for the answer to that question, while carefully looking around
Haskyll also listens in on the answer.
Cham will look at Kaos and the rest of the party, "I found Rodrik’s body this morning when I knocked on his door to wake him up, as he’d requested the night before. I screamed and fainted when I saw Rodrik lying on his bed. He was bloody and still, his vacant eyes gazing toward the ceiling. She begins to cry. "Apparently other Ramblehouse residents heard the ruckus. They must have called the militia. I just remember waking up with one of the militiamen hovering over me. I don't recall anything else," Cham cries more putting her face into her hands.
Looking around the dwarf puts an unlit cigar in his mouth
Carefully lighting it he lets out a puff of smoke, before speaking up."Cham, Cham, Cham, you know you are my favorit halfling in the world. Really... you are. But you do not tell me the whole... truth."
"Aye lass, now who moved his body from here, an' where can we be findin' it?"
Cham looks at Ulfgard then breaks down further into fearful sobs and quickly explains herself. “He refused to give me his name,” she manages between gulps of air, “and he paid me a fistful of gold. He said he’d be gone before sunrise. I didn’t ask any more questions. I had no idea that something like this would happen!” It is clear that Cham will be fully cooperative going forward.
Later Cham will look at Ragnir, "The militiamen took his body. You will need to ask Kurst about where they took it. I don't know."
"Who? What kind of creature? Sigh you couldn´t know
Well, shall we look at the body first.
Lady Cham, if you would be so kind as to leave this room as it sits for right now, we may need to see it again
Anga shook her head. Short sighted halfling.
ye choose poorly. Describe this stranger ye let in for gold.
She looks around.
an mayhap ye will learn from this. The price of the lesson was high enough
Cham will look at Haskyll, "I will not touch the room until you say so."
When Anga speaks, Cham breaks down into tears again. "He was Human, brown hair. I don't know. All Humans look alike to me, except that one," Cham points to the overly tall Human Kaos.
Aye, a look around will not hurt right now, but please leave the room until we have had a chance to look over the body.
I think locking it should be good.
Cham pulls a key off a ring full of keys and hands it to Haskyll, "When you are finished with the room, just return the key. "
"His room was on the other end of the hall. I have not been in it since yesterday morning. It is one of the rooms previously vandalized," Cham is working on trying to help as best as she can.
Well, in that case, we should be looking into that one as well.
aye, well said.
Anga moves past the weeping halfling to look at the other room.
Cham will go and open up the Mystery Man's room. "A bunch of Half-Orcs and other thuggish tall-folk stayed in the inn about a week ago. They trashed several rooms marking graffiti on this room. We have been unable to wash off the markings. It cost considerable gold to restore the rooms. I have been hard up for coin," the Halfling will give Anga a glance.
The markings are white and looks like crosses or swords. The markings are otherwise unintelligible.
Looking around the dwarf checks for any clues first in Roderiks Room,
then in the mysteries Man room.
Checking the secret compartments in booth he carefully checks the note,
puffing on his cigar.
"Cham, now I am just curious. Does everyone of your rooms have such a compartment."
"Only the rooms with desk. Regular customers are aware of the compartment. They can keep valuables in it when they are away from the room," Cham will respond to the familiar Trunaun Dwarf.
"Cham lass, who is Melira? The note addressed t'her was found in t'mystery man's room, aye?"
"Kurst may be at the Sanctuary. I believe that is where they took Rodrik's body." Then the Halfling will look at Kaos curiously, "Rodrik had a girlfriend?
She will then look at Ragnir, "I don't know anyone named Melira."
Frowning and putting the stump in his other corner of the mouth Ulfgard spits a tiny fleck of smokeleaf in the corner before voicing his thoughts"Who buys himself something and engraves it with his own name and my love? I mean if I order an engraving it should be for someone else. Strange! I any case, I think the smithy needs a visit."With this words he pockets booth notes and moves like a bull to the smithy.
"Morning lad, might we speak to Urnsul about a work he did. Shouldn´t take more than a minute!"
Not seeing anything in the rooms, other than his feet, Haskyll decides to follow along in the wake of Ulfgard.
Well we have people to question, and a person to find. Let's be off
"Oh my! No wonder he kept it a secret," Cham will ponder further the ramifications.
Ulfgard turns around and whistels:"Whoa lads, use your head for a dose of common sense for Torags sake, will ya. The note was NOT in Rodrik´s room. It was in the stranger´s."
because she's a half orc, that's why. The folks round here probably don't like orcs. Bit unfair to him and her, but understandable considering the towns situation.
Anga waves her hands around as she explains. She pauses and looks hard at the halfling.
this is private information, and if it gets out may be harmful to thus girl, high emotions and all that. It should stay that way shouldn't it. Otherwise other private information may be released; like how a potential murderer entered on an exchange of gold...hmm? There's enough loose talk as is.
"Rodrik's father Jagrin is known to have a great dislike for Half-Orcs," Cham will respond to Kaos.
Ulfgard will know that Morninghawk's Fine Steel is also known as "Clamor". The clamor of metal on metal rings as you approach the shop. The smithy is a Half-Orc named Sara Morninghawk.. She is also one of the Town's Councilors.
Clamor is a squat flat building. The heat radiating from it is stifling. As the party approaches, she will stop working and put one hand on the large axe strapped to her back, "Can I help you."
Haskyll relaxes in the heat from the forge.
Seeing the wary look from Sara, We would like to ask you a couple of questions if you don't mind.
"Ask," the muscular female Half-Orc responds to Haskyll.
Cham will look at Agna, "I understand. I owe it to Rodrik anyway to maintain his privacy ."