Garra says and looks to see if Custos is following her before finding someone that looked like he was in charge.
"Excuse me, I and my comrades are conducting an investigation for the city guard and would like to ask you a few questions. Would you have an office or somewhere else that we can talk privately," she asks as kindly as she could manage.
Ilbryn gives his prize-winning smile.
"Of course, missy," said the person in charge. "I have an office over here."
He leads you away from the bustle of the shimmerweave mill to an alcove that is still relatively quiet. "Now, what is this all about?" he asks.
"Well, we've recovered a scrap of shimmerweave from a potential crime scene. We are trying to see which business it came from. Once we find a match, we can see if there are details about our suspect that can lead us to him, her, or it."
Garra, who'd been about to say just that, but in a more "official" way, closes her mouth and fishes out the scrap of shimmerweave.
"Do you have any records of someone ordering shimmerweave like this," she asks, "we would like to see them if you do."
Custos was never too far behind, carefully looking over the variety of items and things on sell. His attention was on his fellow Warforged as they entered into the shimmerweave mill, watching them work before they were finally able to be moved away from the noise and into the manager's office.
"Your assistance would be much appreciated, sir." He said quietly from behind the group, standing still as he watched and observed the man's mannerisms with an unblinking stare.
Taking the sample, he manipulates it, holds it up to the light and says, "This is Elasticine (Spandex), we don't weave Elasticine here. We weave Crystaline shimmerweave. Who ever is wearing this, must be wearing a skintight garment. You might want to check Dame Tira d'Cannith's shop. It's just two blocks down from us. They make Elasticine shimmerweave."
"Thank you very much for the tip. Let's go."
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He sounds like he's telling the truth. The din of the looms make it hard to discern whether or not he's telling the truth.
"Let us move onwards then. This one is no further help." Custos would move slowly now, heading out into the louder rooms where the looms worked hard and long. He would look back at Ilbryn and Garra, giving a slow nod for a moment.
That was excellent talking on both your parts. Let us hope our true target has more worthwhile information."
"Thank you for your time and the information. We appreciate your assistance," Garra says before following the others out.
"Skintight? Wouldn't that be uncomfortable," she asks once they are out of the shop and heading for the shop the manager indicated.
"If very flexible, perhaps not. Perhaps so. Depends on the line of work, if sweat is involved."
Dame Tira d'Cannith's shop is found to be the third shimmerweave mill. Here, they presumably work with Elasticine. The place is as busy as the other mill you've been too, except this one has thicker walls so you don't hear the business as much.
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Garra lets out an inconspicuous sigh before looking for someone that looks like they're in charge.
"Excuse me! I'm sorry for the bother but we have been tasked with investigating an incident at the graveyard and we need to ask you a few questions. We don't suspect any wrongdoing on your part or the part of your employees, but we believe that you may have some information that will lead us to the culprits," she says in her best pleasant-but-insistent voice.
"No," she says. "I run a clean business here, making Elasticine. I have nothing to do with any crime."
"Ma'am, this is not in regards to your business standards, procedures, or policies. This is in regards to whether or not a group or an individual had purchased material from your establishment that had been involved with a crime. Your assistance would be greatly valued while resistance could be seen as assisting the suspects and could be detrimental to further business. Please, will you help us." Custos asks in his low tone, offering out the fabric for her to see.
She looks at the fabric and then says, "Leave now, before I call the city watch."
Custos seems to watch the woman for a few moments longer as she stares at the fabric, his face as unreadable as ever. He carefully watches hers though, trying to see if he can get a read upon her.
"I said get out!" she says. She's not helpful now, since Garra was being crass against the woman.
"I am sure you would be happy to come with us to the city watch station to sort this out, instead of answering our questions here. Of course we would have to shut down your business, post guards to make sure no one tampers with any evidence. Probably even post notices around that we are looking for information related crimes and your establishment, go door to door asking about your business. And I think you need permission from the city to reopen after such a closure, and I am sure you know how fast beurocrats process
Paperwork. I agree that is a much better way of handling this situation. My friends can inform your staff while you and I step outside." Kut indicates that the lady can go first.
"Y'know," Garra says as she frowns at the woman, "it's not wise to tell the official investigators to shove off like that even if you aren't involved in anything that's, ah, illicit. We just wanted to ask you a few questions about any customers you may have had, but it seems that my friends here are wondering if you might have something going on here the watch should know about," she finishes, a wicked grin beginning to spread across her face.
"Knowing what will likely happen, are you really wanting us to leave instead of stepping into your office for a few questions?"
Ilbryn attempts to intervene. He slides in between the others and the woman, but maintains his distance. He speaks quietly for the benefit of the group and the woman alone.
"Yes, call the watch, be our guest. If you'd like, we could summon them. They are our employers, after all. The thing is, you'd be hemmed up for obstructing justice. Look, if you are in trouble, we can help. We are looking for who is really guilty, not some middleman. If they've threatened you, you can let us know without recourse. Keep facts from us, bear in mind we have ways of discovering them, and you'll see the cell and your tormentors will remain free. Or we could have a little chat in your office and forget to include your name in the final report."
"Very well, we will speak in my office," she says, leading you all to her small office with a view. "Okay, let me see the piece of Shimmerweave."
Garra holds it up for the woman to inspect.
"We visited the other shops and were told that this one makes this particular variant of Shimmerweave. Have you had any orders for something in this color?"
"Yes, we have," she said. "A couple of orders to a Damien Dahrk."
"Anything unusual about the orders? Was it just the shimmerweave, or did he ask you to make something to fit, say, an ogre mage?"
"No, not for something that big," she said.
"Did he come in person at any time? If he did, what did he look like," Garra asks.
"He looked like he had golden blond hair, short, and had an Authoritative air about him," she explains.
Custos remains quiet as Garra takes the lead, a small smile upon his face as he studies the young woman. It seemed to have taken a bit of time but she seemed to be coming out on her own now, his attention turning towards the manager she was speaking to.
"Is he returning anytime soon for another shipment or is his business with you concluded?
Ilbryn remains silent, content with how the questioning is proceeding.
"He's scheduled for another pickup today," she says.
"Would it be possible for us to talk to him while he's here," Garra asks.
Tira d'Cannith responds, "No, it's not a good idea. It's better if you weren't in the shop." She's certainly afraid, she's visibly shaking.
"Is he a threat? We're the type that deals with threats in our city."
Garra quirks an eyebrow at Tira's reply.
"As he says, we are here to deal with a threat to our city. Is he threatening you or your business? If he his, then we will need to speak with him regardless of his involvement in our current case."
"Alright, you can meet him in the park," she says. "But watch out, he's a dangerous man."
"Thank you, and take care," Garra tells Tira, a flash of concern in her eyes as she stands.
"Thank you, and take care," Garra tells Tira, a flash of concern in her eyes as she stands.
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According to your knowledge check, you know where to go. Incidentally, you also remember seeing Damien Dahrk there on occasion.
After leaving the Shimmerweave shop, Garra leads the others to the Park Tira mentioned.
"I know where it is and I've seen Damien Dahrk there a few times," she tersely explains.
"Should we find a place to lay in hiding to ambush him? I doubt he'd come through with us standing around here. Unless he is more confident than most sniveling criminals."