Sentis will point out the damage to the others.
Tracks on the roof. I think we have a climber considering how it left Holmburg's.
The young druid hoped they didnt run out of time. The old man probably couldnt take much in the way of rough treatment.
"We best be trackin afore tha tracks err all gone."
Grusk moves to track......
"Climbing ain't restricted to a single individual." Dark points out quietly as he finds a promising spot and heads up himself.
Darkbiter begins to easily make the ascent to the roof, though his nose wrinkles when he nears the summit. A powerful scent akin to the urine of an antelope in heat fills his nostrils and drowns out all else. The roof bears no sign of where the path led thereafter and Darkbiter's senses are unable to get any further clues so choked with piss.
Coming back down, "They covered their trail up top. Our best bet may be to trace the distinct perfume I smelled back in the room; otherwise, perhaps search through the notes that remain for hints of anyone Holmburg may have been wary of." Dark looks at the others with a slightly questioning look that makes it clear that he can offer suggestions all day, but he really doesn't know how to proceed.
The druid's worry for Holmburg grew when Dark confirmed the trail going cold.
How could they have been prepared for being tracked by scent on a rooftop?
"Suren we ken pick up either tha orginal scent o tha musk round on tha ground, like dar says anyone wanna snoop round the stuff an ask round bout any visitors he got."
Grusk quickly organizes Dark, Sentis (&wolf) to attempt the trail before it is completely gone.
Although Team Green ranges around the building and surrounding streets for a while, you aren't able to pick up any trace of the continuing trail.
The half elf shook his twisted locks in disappointment.
The trails gone cold. Should we return to Homburg's to look for clues?
Blaze and Doc are able to find out that the building's owner is currently out of town on a business trip to Eleder. The building has been sitting idle and seemingly uninhabited during that time.
"Well Doc, I say that gives us a 'right' to break in, and look for clues. Whattya say?"
Team green rounds the corner to see how Sentis and Doc deal with doors.
"Gimme a sec..." Doc says, fishing out a set of picks and a tension bar. "Make sure no one's comin'.
"This ain't workin. Corrosion in the keyhole. Hold on."
Fishing out a key ring, Doc tries to insert a couple keys into the lock, testing them against the mechanisms.
Doc sets to work on the lock and his jaw clenches as his pick catches and snaps in the lock. But with a little patience, he is able to free the broken pick. The first skeleton key tried works however and the door swings open.
The interior of the workshop is dusty and empty of life. The tools and equipment are covered with white sheets and no-one seems to have disturbed it in some time. The second floor show the same level of emptyness and dustyness.
Pulling the broken pick off the ring, he looks at it with a scowl. "Bah. Cheep steel."
Putting it into his design notebook to remind himself to make a new one later, he scratched his beard and jotted something down while he stepped aside and let Blaze go in first.
Gotta be a better way o' doin' that...
Dark frowns at the loss of the trail, but enters the building behind the others cautiously and watching for signs of anything useful.
Darkbiter finds no sign of any recent activity within the building.
Its like they disappeared...or flew off.
Sentis couldnt shake the feeling that whoever took Homburg knew they'd be followed and took extra care that it wouldnt be possible.
Grusk has Skylar fly a loop around the area to see if all the small birds had already been disturbed.....
Blaze casts Light on his blade, and looks around. However, there appears to be nothing useful within.
"Seems like we're at some sort of dead end, which I don't like. Any suggestions on where to go from here Wolves?"
Id say back to Holmburg's. Maybe we can find a clue as to what he figured out...I do have a suspicion though Sunny...
The young half elf combed his fingers through his knotted locks.
There was one other person that was very interested in the Ghol-Gan...that Robert Vankermann. He's already proven himself devoid of certain values and probably wouldnt be above a kidnapping.
"Right. So where d' we find 'I'm?" Doc said grimly, lighting up a cigar.
"Ain't we got some pretty faces tah asks round? Thas not a job fer team green les yah want us tah string em up an torture em."
"Where our pretty boys?"
Sentis shuckled at the thought of any of them being referred to as pretty.
We could ask the Captain couldnt we? Surely with the contracts we've had with Vankermann they have some way of contacting him. Should some of us go and secure Holmburg's quarters and belongings as well?
"Not sure I trust the Captain to tell us. I can ask around to see if anybody knows"
Blaze looks to the dwarven mad scientist, a bit of a mischievous grin on his face "Hey Doc, feel like returning to that bar where you become a local legend? We might be able to learn some stuff there"
Laughs
"Yer askin Doc if he wants tah go drinking, answer is yes!"
Of course, they will most likely want Doc to live up to the challenge again. Some of us should stay outside. An armed group the size of ours will probably silence more tongues than get them talking.
Sentis wasnt much for carrousing. He was still acclimating to just being in a city full of people. The idea of being in a small room filled with inebriated louts didnt appeal to him in the least.
The squad secures Holmburg's room and fills in the barkeep with a few details and extracts a promise that he'll keep get the window repaired and keep the room as close to the state you found it as can be managed. You then make off for the Drowning Man and your arrival brings some recognition from the patrons within. The barkeep in particular wryly smiling at Doc "Yer record still stands... ye here to try an break it yerself?"
"No point hes got free drinks til he dies!"
"Tha was tha contest as I recollect it."
"Not t'night barkeep. Ah'll just take a mug fer me an th' boys 'ere." Doc says flipping a gold coin across the room with impressive accuracy. "Th' rest o' that c'n go t' a credit fer the Steel Wolves next celebratory night out."
"We're lookin' fer a fella named Vankerman. Got some business t' discuss wit' 'im. Anyone who c'n tell us where t' find 'im will have all their drinks on me t'night."
Blaze nods at Doc "My dwarven friend speaks the truth, if anybody can help us, we would be most thankful"
The proffered coin is snared and disappears quickly as she draws ale for the group. At Blaze's query she thinks a moment before replying "Aye, name rings a bit of a bell like... some bigwig who bought up a mansion near the town garrison. Don't know much more than that, but we get a few of the guard in later who might know a bit. You want I should point em out when they get here?"
Doc looks to Blaze. "Tha' might be all we need. Ah ain't too keen on waitin' while Holmburg's missin'."
Sentis took a seat on the inn's stoop and scrathed Baran behind the ears while he waited.
Blaze shakes his head "I'd like to get some more info if possible. Thankfully, we're a team. I'll be right back"
The magus steps outside and motions to Dark to walk away from the inn abit. "It would appear our friend bought a mansion up by the town garrison. Why don't you go with Grusk and investigate? Do not get caught. If he gives you any grief, you're acting with my authority." he says in a near whisper, to make sure nobody overhears him.
He then goes back inside and takes a seat at the bar, saying to the girl behind the counter "As soon as the guards come in, let us know, please?"
"Sure Dark an I ken take a look-see."
Heads for the town garrison and mansions....
Doc takes a long pull off his mug. "Ah could git used t' this sort o' teamwork."
Blaze grins at him and downs some of his drink as well "I thought you might see things my way"