Silyph turns to Eudomia and Mael, "Is that not the description of Ma..ister Leroung?"
She adds grimly a little annoyed by these complexity of the matter "Perhaps the receiving office could yield names of those in charge that may be behind this grievance, or we could set task to purpose by finding out what the door guard knows as he works here."
Ilaria tells, "He came alone. The lower men all worked hard, moving boxes around, whenever he showed up, but didn't work that much when he was gone. The door man would shout, so they would know he was coming. One time, when he came, the hole in the ground was open. The door man shouted at the others, and they covered up the hole with boxes of wood. It seemed they were hiding it from him."
To Cezar's question, Livianus says carefully, "I might." An unspoken but lingers in the air.
Silyph listens carefully she chimes in at Hathins response. "Worry not Hathin my dear Fluffy is persuasive enough to loosen his tongue" she says with a smile.
She adds her own question to the mix in Draconic....
"Do all the men who work here aside from the plump one know of the passageway and partake in such grievance? If not would you remember the days or nights those that delved into the passageway?
She'll translate their answer and the question to keep Hathin in the loop and indicate that the receiving office may hold time sheets of works to cross reference with the dragonkin.
Well, I'd like it if there were as little harm done as possible.
Well, now I'm rethinking that, Silyph. We may need to hurt indeed, unfortunately. However, we should inform management before anything else is done.
Vasile doesn't have any questions to ask, however, and seems content to simply sit back and comfort her little brother.
Silyph looks satisfied. She bows to the pseusdodragons before moving to the receiving office to pilfer through papers, looking for a work logg of some kind.
After she spends time rummaging through things she'll ask the group, "So are we to inquire of the identities of these men described. We have a pliable source here just outside these doors, if we wish not to trouble Mister Leroung. We could bring him before the Dragonkin to see if he participated as well, and if so confirm or deny that Mister Leroung was ignorant of what transpired based upon his reaction at threatening to tell his boss."
In the office, Silyph finds many papers describing the incoming and outgoing goods of the warehouse, as well as letters from the other branches of the Leroung family businesses. Inside the desk, you find a ledger detailing the times that each person has worked. Though it is rather sloppy, you manage to find the log for the date in question. Using that ledger and the pseudodragon's descriptions, you manage to put names to the four workers Ilaria saw go into the pit:
Valeriu Costica, who you assume is the Sczarni,
Hakan Ilker, which sounds Kelish,
Serhan Tolker, likely the other Kelishite,
and Kennet Dagfin, which is likely the half-orc, given the other names. It sounds like a Kellid name.
Silyph returns from the receiving office carrying a piece of paper, "I believe I've rooted out the names of the four likely involved. Shall we arrange a meeting with Mr. Leroung and the dragonkin or will we be taking a more hands on approach in their imminent termination of employment?"
She looks a little sad by Vasiles and lets out a sigh, "Well as long as we're getting paid, still idle hands are Asmodeus tools and my hands seem quite idle as of late." with a tinge of disappointment in her tone.
In a serious voice Hathin suggests "Why do we not wait for the men to come back, bar the door and burn the warehouse down around them."
"Because some innocent pseudodragons might be in here when it happens" Pakak answers straight faced, "And while I am caring less and less about the money, I think that would guarentee none of us would get paid."
Looking to the elf, he answers, "I'm not a 'respect authority' kind of guy, but I suppose we should fill the employer in on some of this."
Glancing to the Psueodragons, he speaks up in their tongue
The pseudodragon considers, looks up to the rest of the brood silently for a while, then replies, "We only ask for justice. It would be unusual for them to be punished by your court system for killing our kind; your system views us as animals. Thus, you will need another way to punish them. We care not how our kin are avenged, so long as they are. And if you will not, we will find a way ourselves."
Silyph nods softly "I agree with Vasile if the four took the effort to hide this from Arnolt Leroung then he won't be pleased to hear of it and there may be some consequence in store for them"
She adds "While I don't care much for sating these dragonkin's need for vengeance the idea of forcing the four to do battle to the death in their own pit with the victor knowing our mercy seems, well appropriately poetic."
Turning to Eudomia she asks "Would it be possible to set up a meeting with Mister Leroung for later this afternoon?"
Eudomia and Mael lead you to a tavern named the Creaky Hammock in Midland, where many a surly sailor is having a pint. A quick word from Mael to the barkeep, and a rough-looking Sczarni approaches. Mael tells him, "We need to talk again," and with a curt nod, the Sczarni departs. Mael orders up a pint for the wait (he looks to be maybe 16, maybe a bit older), while Eudomia has nothing.
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Time passes.
Suleiyel receives a key for his room and one for his chest like everyone else. It's... a room. With a roommate. Sharing a room, at my age! Why, I'm over a hundred -- practically an adult! He sighs and accepts the keys with the manners his elfmomma taught him. "Thank you, sir."
Time passes.
Suleiyel is antsy with anticipation of his first class, and starting to regret that he hasn't been more sociable, since he has no-one to share the feeling with. However, he is quickly cured of that by Teaching Assistant Manfred's droning voice. He might've fallen asleep himself if it hadn't been for his amusement at the snoring piglet held by the rather anxious-looking... is that a very tall halfling or a very young human? More likely the latter, he supposes.
Time passes.
Suleiyel checks out all the libraries he can find in the area, reasoning that although the Academae saturates the area with arcanists, most would be of shorter-lived races and not full librarians already. He asks around, pounds the pavement, asks for directions, and walks some more; if pressed for a decision, he demurs that he's "looking for the best fit." Eventually, he returns to one declaring it to be the best library that he could find in Korvosa, and he would be honored to work there, even if just as an assistant.
Time passes.
As dull as G101 is, the basic arcane principles eventually inspire Suleiyel with an idea for how to start a fire without flint & steel; perhaps even better, since it's magic, and wouldn't be bothered by the weather. He puts some experimentation and practice into it and finds it remarkably easy, to his delight.
Time passes.
Suleiyel continues to put in his free time making some money, for next semester's tuition. He also finds a second-hand store to sell his flint & steel at. Otherwise, emboldened by his success, Suleiyel mostly just experiments with more cantrips.
What if.. I didn't even need fire to make an object glow? It would be so much safer, walking around at night. Why, I'd only need my candles to keep from waking up my roommate! Every trick he thinks to try fails miserably, and he finally gives up in a fit of pique. "This is useless! I'll never get it down!"
He spends the rest of the week just taking hasty notes in class on his chalkboard as usual, carefully translating them onto parchment later, and working at the library when he can.
Silyph puts down a few copper as she eagerly grabs her mug of ale. She turns to Vasile "Your brother is awfully skittish isn't he? Afraid of lingering in a tavern?" she takes a long sip before continuing "It's actually kind of.... *Bweeaaaauuugh*......." as a slight ill timed belch interrupts her conversation a look of terror and embarrassment washes over her as she immediately goes quiet and takes sips of her drink with far less frequency.
The library you decide to settle on is the very same one as Silyph. It is run by a comely Varisian woman, who has a curt and professional attitude. You get a job there; your job is to run around to various locations (primarily in the Heights) and collect books for the librarian, and to run payment back to those people. You also help out sorting books and cleaning the place when there aren't any books you need to act courier for.
At the bar, after about a half hour a portly man walks into the bar. He is balding, with a fiery red beard and many golden earrings. He walks in with a prominent limp, and comes straight to Mael when seeing him. He looks over the rest of you carefully as he approaches, seeming to gauge you. With a few whispers, Mael nods you all toward a back room, which he, Eudomia, and the merchant all walk toward.
Vasile will follow Eudomia, Mael, and anyone else who's in front of her. Before entering the back room, however, she goes to the front door, if Cezar hasn't come in yet.
Silyph glaces to Eudomia and back to mael with a look of curiosity, and if no one speaks she'll add "Should we be summoned from hell we are no doubt bound to you and your task as though your own infernal servants" she makes the joke with a humble bow, "I am Silyph....and this is...." she'll trail off pointing to the new additions and giving their names.
When she's finished she'll her tone will turn foreboding "And I'm afraid your troubles at the warehouse have become multiplied beyond a closed down storehouse and a pseudodragon problem, I fear it could lose you 'a lot' more money than a slight delay in warehouse operations......so we came to call such issue to your attention...." she'll wet his appetite and try to gauge his reaction or see if he enquirers further.
The merchant gives little 's and grunts during Silyph's dialogue, and says in response, "You don't say? And what is it y' found in there, eh?" He eyes you carefully, his tone guarded and suspicious. He wipes his sweaty hands on his fine coat while he talks with his thick accent, and his eyes shift among the whole group.
Vhiloe pokes his head out of Silyph's robes and eyes the merchant carefully with his beedy little birdie eye. As a skeptical feeling washes over his mistress. Silyph gives the balding man a causual once over gauging his emotions hastily letting his question linger in the air for a moment before continuing.
Silyph coughs a little and clears her throat before continuing her little birdie hops up from his hiding place in her robes it's beak opens to say something but the sound of a mug falling and breaking from further in the tavern spooks him and he immediately darts back into the hidden confines of the robes.
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Silyph smiles coyly "As to what we found well...." she pulls out the pesh she pocketed from the warehouse and casually places it on the table "......a sizable amount of this" she continues with a naive tone "Do you know what it is? I didn't, but it looked like some kind of drug. They tell me it's pesh" she motions to the others and pockets it again not letting it linger out in the open for too long. "We found it in a hidden basement in your warehouse along with a strange fighting pit and a few dead immature pseudodragons. You wouldn't know anything about this would you?"
She'll give him a moment to speak up and answer before quickly continuing "Well fortunately we didn't jump to conclusions and actually found the Pseudodragons quite forthcoming as we didn't approach them with brute force unlike some others they've mentioned." she takes a sip of her ale "So there's good news and there's bad news. The good news is that the dragonkin pointed us in the right direction and we've discovered the identities of those in your employ responsible for these things and made some headway in getting your pest problem to leave on their own accord and I'm sure we'll all be glad to discuss how to handle things with you, but that brings me to the bad news......"
she takes yet another sip of her ale "You see the bad news is I personally joined this job merely to deal with a pseudodragon problem, dealing with your hirelings and covering up smuggling, illicit substances, vice tax evasion, and a blood sport racket wasn't in the job description. I'm afraid I'll walk away from such a job as the price isn't nearly worth the headache nor complications...." she takes another sip casually "A job like that I would eyeball at around 560gp, what do you all think? she motions to the rest of the party ".....to me that seems appropriate; coincidentally split seven ways that the price of tution for one class for an Imper, funny how coincidences are don't ya think?"
She'll take sip of her ale her drink almost finished "What do you think though, does that price sound about right? You can of course resolve the problem by finding some means of fighting off the dragonkin and cover it all up in the time it takes my guilt to over come my conscience leading my feet to the nearest Korvosan guard outpost.....and doing what would be my civic duty in exposing all the vile things that have gone on in the warehouse you're liable for cheaper then that's always an option" she punctuates the last statement with a blank curious stare before breaking the silence with a smile and finishing off her drink "Well that was refreshing I might have another" she muses absentmindedly.