The tailor gives Corvin a hard look and then rummages around in the back. He returns with a garish black and red plaid cloak, that looks a little worse for wear. "I think this will fit the bill.", he sneers.
The sister answers, "Ah yes, you are the good souls who brought the injured man to our care. Thank you. He is fine, but I am afraid he is no longer here. His friends came by earlier this morning and retrieved him. As he seemed ok to travel, we allowed him to leave. Is there anything else I can help you with?"
Savendir asks the Pharasman sister, "That is concerning, as he may be in danger. What did these friends look like?"
"Danger?" she asks, "He did not appear to be in danger to me. Unless his friends intend to embrace him to death. There were two of them. He seemed to recognize them. That is all I remember." She begins to get impatient. "If there is nothing else, I must be on my way. Cerpera speaks in about 2 hours and I still have preparations to complete."
The tailor gives Corvin a hard look and then rummages around in the back. He returns with a garish black and red plaid cloak, that looks a little worse for wear. "I think this will fit the bill.", he sneers.
"That'll work."
Corvin trades his horse blanket for the red tartan cloak, making sure the tailor gets a good look at his misshapen flesh and bloodstained armor, and then turns to follow Flavia.
"That's comforting news, Sister. We don't mean to trouble you; we were simply concerned about his welfare. I suppose we should be moving along. It's our first chance to hear Cerpera speak and we want to get a good spot. It looks like the crowds are already assembling."
"Yes, Cerpera always draws a large crowd. Enjoy your time in our little community." If no one asks anything else, the Sister closes the door.
When she does close the door, Urzur looks at Flavia and whispers. "So. We breakin' some skulls or no?"
Flavia shakes her head. "Where were you last night, huh? We could have used you. Do you guys think we have time to check out the warehouse? I admit that standing around waiting for two hours to hear some kid preach is not high on my fun list."
Flavia keeps an eye out for anybody resembling the guard who got away, or anybody who may be looking at their group crossways.
Flavia doesn't see anything suspicious as she looks around.
"I agree. We should check the warehouse out first. I want to know what's going on there."
You make your way through the growing crowd toward the warehouse. When you arrive, the warehouse looks much like you left it. The double doors to the south are still damaged. Everything else looks quiet. What do you want to do now?
"Maybe nobody came back to this place after all. I'm sure if they had, they would have secured the door in some way." Savendir is perplexed.
"Seems a little too quiet in here. And when it's too quiet, that means that it's gonna get real loud, real soon."
"Think we should check it out?" Flavia asks uneasily, moving towards the damaged doors to peek inside.
"Think we should check it out?" Flavia asks uneasily, moving towards the damaged doors to peek inside.
"Yeah, why the hells not..."
Between the narrow opening provided by the broken door, and the darkness inside, it is difficult to see much of anything inside from your current vantage point.
Flavia listens at the opening in the door . If she hears nothing, she quietly steps inside.
Everything seems quiet in the warehouse. Flavia steps through the damaged doubled doors leading into the main portion of the warehouse. In the dim light she sees that the wagon used to carry victims is gone as well as the bodies of the guards that were defeated earlier.
Flavia pokes her head back out through the hole in the door. "Wagon's gone; so are the bodies. Guess we should have kept watch on this place last night, huh?"
"It looks like they cleaned the place out."
"I can take a quick look around if you want. We've got a few minutes, I think."
If there is no dissent, Flavia trots around and checks out the office, storeroom, and cell block to see if anything is still there.
Flavia inspects the various rooms, aside the from the cells, no evidence remains of the activities being conducted in the building. The ledger, the calendar, all of it is gone.
Flavia clambers back out the hole in the door. "Everything is cleaned out. Guess we should get to the fountain."
By the time you return to the fountain, a decent size crowd of about 200 people have gathered. Some are visiting the vendors set up around the perimeter of the square, while others press close to the fountain itself. It is about an hour before Cerpera speaks. Is there anything you wish to do while you wait? And where will you be standing while she speaks? You learn from the bystanders that she speaks from the middle of the fountain.
"Do we want to separate and keep an eye on things once we get back, or stick together?"
Flavia will keep an eye on the crowd on the off chance that anybody from the warehouse last night is around. She'll also look for folks keeping an eye on the crowd rather than the prophet, and on the seller of the gaudy holy symbols.
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"Do we want to separate and keep an eye on things once we get back, or stick together?"
Rokuro looks around the crowd gathered around the fountain and lets out a low whistle. "Truly I am amazed at how popular this Cerpera is. These people must be spiritually poor to warrant belief in this prophet."
"I believe madam Flavia has a wise idea. We should split up into groups of 2 or three to better scout out the area for potential wrongdoers. How should we split?"
"Let's see. Savendir can take his manservant," Flavia grins at Mason, "Urzur and Corvin could get better acquainted, and you can try to keep me out of trouble, Rokuro. What do you think?"
Mason looks startled, as if he'd just returned from astral travel when someone yanked on his silver cord.
"Sounds like an excellent plan to me, Flavia!"
"Let's see. Savendir can take his manservant," Flavia grins at Mason, "Urzur and Corvin could get better acquainted, and you can try to keep me out of trouble, Rokuro. What do you think?"
Corvin makes a noise of irritation, but nods his assent.
As you split up to investigate, you see people standing around the fountain and lining both sides of the cordoned path leading from the temple and the fountain. Others mill about in small groups through out the square.
Savendir looks about for anything out of the ordinary.
"Do we want to separate and keep an eye on things once we get back, or stick together?"
You over hear two people talking as they walk through the square heading north. "...Have you seen Hurst Gruhl lately?" The other answers, "No, come to think of it, I haven't seen him for a few months. I just assumed he was busy with that new warehouse they opened up in Kaer Maga..."
You are standing near one of the vendor booths. A booth selling Pharasma holy symbols. The booth keeper is talking to another person. "...poor Enyden Sust. She is really overworked. You'd think that Korvosa would answer he pleas for more help and send her a few more deputies. With the larger crowds here to see Cerpera, it's too much for one constable and 2 deputies to handle. They have to sleep some time..."
Corvin turns to a passerby, pointing. "That's a mighty nice fountain y'all got there."
The passerby looks at Corvin nervously, "Um, yes, yes it is sir. Thank you." Other than discovering that there is large fountain in the center of the square, Corvin and Urzur neither see or hear anything of interest.
Flavia leans in to Rokuro and whispers quietly, "Did you hear that? A new warehouse opened a few months ago in Caer Maga. I wonder if it was another Carthon's?"
Savendir mutters to Mason, "It is no wonder they cannot protect the people here. The law enforcement is all but non-existent. This place is ripe for whatever plot those cultists are hatching."
"Not that I'm all for a lot of law enforcement, mind you, but even a little would be nice." Mason sighs. "Do you think we should talk to this Enyden Sust?"
"We should note that name. After Cerpera speaks, we might want to seek her out."
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Flavia leans in to Rokuro and whispers quietly, "Did you hear that? A new warehouse opened a few months ago in Caer Maga. I wonder if it was another Carthon's?"
Rokuro noods slightly.
[spoiler=Flavia]"Yes, and did you hear that their friend has disappeared in connection with the warehouse. Either he is just working there as they seem to think, or he has become a victim of the conspiracy as well it seems. Do you want to follow them and either ask them about it or continue to listen to their conversation?"[/url]Rokuro continues to monitor the crowd, waiting patiently for Cerpera to arrive.
Flavia gives Rokuro a smile. "Sometimes, the direct approach works. Excuse me."
Slipping through the crowd, she moves next to the men talking about Hurst Gruhl. Planting herself in front of them, she says cheerily, "Excuse me, but were you talking about Hurst who works - worked - at Carthon's? He an old acquaintance of mine and I wanted to say hello now that I'm in town. But you say he's not around?"