"The murderer - it is a warforged is it not?" Haqueton asks Lady d'Vown.
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Lady d'Vown removes her ring and hands it to Beylinda, "This should be proof enough my dear. I will want that back of course.
I fear I know nothing about the watch Sergeant Dharrak I am sure if you ask around you will hear something about him.
Certainly Carduus, approach with whatever angle you believe to be the most expedient".
After Haqueton asks his question she pauses and looks at him intently and somewhat nervously, "It was. From what I understand he still functions though I doubt you would be able to see, her. Does this present a problem for you..."
Thank you that should makes things easier with the watch she says storing in a safe place the object
The warforged's inscrutable countenance betrays no inkling. "No...problem. But perhaps an opportunity."
Haqueton stands and looks at the motley crew assembled.
"Shall we?"
"Let's."
Taryn rises, nods to Lady d'Vown, and heads for the door. When the others join him in the street outside he adds, "I have no idea where any watch stations are in this city. Who'd like to lead the way?"
Dharrak follows his companions outside eager to start. Upon hearing Taryn's remarks he trys to recall the location of a watch station. "I think there is a watch station this way," he says with a shrug of his shoulders.
once the party is outside
before we go anywhere i would suggest, since we are going to be working with each other, it to give our different area of expertise, and possibly a leader to make the decision process easier. I'll start since i am the one who proposed. As i have said i am Beylinda, a student of the arcane, but don't let that fool you as i can quite defend myself with a blade. My area of expertise are general arcane knowledge as well as that of houses and nobility, and i do have a way with words as well. Alas i must confess that i know next to nothing about the city
she says smiling
Dharakk nods at Beylinda's suggestion, "Well said. You all should know me name but don't judge me on me looks," he cautions with what passes for a smile.
"By trade I be a finder of lost things and sometime bounty hunter. I can pop a lock or bash a head when necessary. He points a finger at his temple as he adds, "While I'm not from this city I be having a good memory for things and facts. plus I can be doing a bit of alchemy."
"My name's Carduus, like I told the Lady. I'm a medic; that is to say that I keep you all alive to do the fighting, the talking, or whatever else needs to be done."
The smaller of the half elves is next to speak.
"You can probably guess that I'm a sailor and chef by trade, but I am also experienced in the maintenance, construction, and use of firearms. If you don't know what they are, I'm good with a bow."
He smirks a bit.
"Although it sure as he'll ain't quiet like one."
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"And I," the noticeably larger half-elf adds, "am Taryn d'Lyrandar of House Lyrandar. My storm mark gives me some small influence over the weather and lets me channel that energy into physical combat. I also usually have some skill at interacting with people, though it seems I'm still mastering the nuances of such conversations here in Sharn,"
Dharakk, there are four Watch Stations in Sharn, the University District where the murder took place is probably the best place to start in locating the Journal.
Haqueton shrugs.
"I am Haqueton. Not Gears [here looks at Liberte] nor am I a tin can [looks at Rission]. I am merely a maker of armor and arms, though I can fight well enough..."
Haqueton pauses briefly.
"I am not well versed in the ways of Sharn, though I am...of...this place. I have little aptitude for leadership."
"Well met" Dharakk responds to his companions introductions. "Best place to start would be the watch station in the University District," he adds and leads the way to the watch station.
Taryn participates in small talk along the way but mostly his attention is on the unfamiliar city. He tries especially to mentally note any landmarks they pass.
this city is big, and not laid out like a typical city... I better try to stay with Rission, or one of my new co-workers, for a while so I don't get lost; if I got turned around in here it might be weeks before I found that inn again, if I didn't wander into the wrong place and get killed first... is that what happened to you, Haldoth, did you get lost in this blasted maze?
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Within 30 minutes you are all standing before the Watch Station. It is adorned with flags flying the colors of both Sharn and the Kingdom of Breland. The station is a building which seems to have been designed to fit right into the architecture of this district, it could be another center for learning or housing if not for the two guardsmen standing outside of it's doors holding halberds at rapt attention. On the roof patrol two more guards holding crossbows eyes alert on the streets below.
The people who pass by appear to be students, professors, and the occasional tourist though you do see messengers flit to and fro as well.
What you do not see are people heading in and out of this building freely. Soon enough the streets clear either because of the time of day or because classes have started elsewhere close by. Only the seven of you and tourists are left.
Liberte' begins to get antsy and nods to the building, "I don't think I am too keen on the idea of headin' in that place folks..."
Haqueton's metal eyebrows raise, either in interest or concern.
"Have you committed crimes we...or the watch...should know of Liberte? If so, perhaps indeed it is best that you remain outside..."
Crimes against common sense, certainly. "Why don't you find someplace out here to make yourself comfortable and keep an eye out while we have a talk with the watch?" Carduus asks Liberte'. The last thing we need is for you to have a panic attack in the middle of the watch station."The last thing we need is someone trailing us, looking to score this symbol thing after we do all the leg-work."
Carduus flinches, as if surprised by his own words. Actually, that's not a bad point! If there are other interested parties, it'd be much easier and discreet to let us lead them right down into this mess, then dispose of us when we're weakened and claim this schema thing. That's what the Captain'd have done. Maybe this guy ain't the right pick for keepin' an eye out...
"Actually, Liberte', why don't you go get yourself a drink or something to take the edge off and meet up with us later?" Carduus pats the man on the shoulder, his patronizing grin mostly hidden by his bandages, though not his tone. "Off you go now."
After the man has left, Carduus speaks seriously again. "Posting someone on lookout nearby might not be a bad idea. We should start to get a feel for if anybody's keeping a tab on us, like this 'Lord of Blades' joker. If we have any competition that's smart enough, could be they're waiting for us to do their work for them."
Dharakk nods his head in agreement with Carduus, "A lookout would be good. I'll stay outside and keep an eye pealed."
"Yes, excellent advise Carduus," Taryn echoes. As Liberte wanders off for the nearest bar and Dharakk sets himself up as a lookout, he approaches the guards and begins to make small talk.
That one, little cousin - Carduus. He is the one to watch - his bandages hide much more than wounds it would seem
"Nicely done Carduus. Now, let us see if we can request an interview with the warforged murderer."
Haqueton approaches the "front desk" and requests information regarding the whereabouts of the officers responsible for bringing in the recently captured Warforged.
"I may have insights pertaining to any ongoing investigation regarding the incarcerated Warforged murderer... [here indicates his own Warforged physiognomy] being of that persuasion - though not of the murderous bent - and having met an envoy of the Lord of Blades once before..."
Rission raises and eyebrow at his friends attempt at diplomacy.
"We are here to claim an item of the deceased, fill out some paperwork, and be on our way. We have proof of ownership as well."
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Walking away from another disastrous attempt at diplomacy, Taryn explains, "If we could win the ear of a watchman we might be able to get inside information that's not normally available to the public. And we have proof of ownership this time but might have other jobs in the future where we don't and an ally in the watch might be able to help then if we foster one now."
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Liberte' heads off to get a drink while the rest of you attempt to enter the Watch Station.
One of the guards posted outside of the station holds up his hand, "Sorry citizens, none but the Watch allowed beyond this point unless you have an official writ or an appointment to meet with someone".
Taryn tries to talk the man up and he shakes his head, "Sorry pal, I am on duty, if you want to get in you need to have what I said".
He shakes his head at both attempts by Rission and Haqueton, "The Watch has its own Warforged investigators and until this case is fully investigated no one, not even the family of the deceased can get any evidence back. Sorry, those are the rules".
Beylinda step up to the guard and says
So you of you to says so. We are here to see Sergeant Dolom regarding a certan's professor murder case. We have been send by Lady d'Vown of House Cannith. And now that the murder case has been solved, or so we were told, she would like to recover a journal that was lent to the professor on her behalf. she says with a large smile
Haqueton pauses...or even freezes momentarily, then strikes a fairly stylised pose, as befits a Warforged attempting social intercourse to convey information informally.
"I know the Dolom you speak of - his deeds in the 655th precede him. I understand him to be a moderate and well-intentioned fellow."
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The guards look at each other and then back at Beylinda, "I suppose you and your lot will linger here until we retrieve him then? Very well, I will see if he is here and if he will agree to see you. For now step back citizen so as to not block our line of sight or the entrance to this watch station".
One of the guards, the quiet one, heads in. The other one eyes you no differently then he eyes any other passers by.
Within 15 minutes the guard and a male dwarf return, the dwarf steps into the street ad approaches you. "I am Sergeant Dolom, what can I do for you?"
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"Good luck, states Atiel"
After a short walk to the Watch Station you see that the dwarven Sergeant on duty from the night before, Dolom, is standing outside speaking with several colorful characters.
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Dharakk, as you watch your fellows begin to interact with the dwarf, a lone woman begins to stride purposefully towards the Watch Station. Once she notices the dwarf with the rest of the group she pauses as if considering whether she should enter the building, or approach the group.
She appears harmless enough, a cleric or librarian by the looks of her.
Dharakk approaches the woman and asks, "G'day Mistress, is there anything I can do to help a noble Librarian of Sharn?"
Haqueton is momentarily ummoxed, and given the interjection of this new personage and his lack of understanding of social grace or etiquette, decides to hang back.
Dharrak tries to return the smile the woman gives him but his protruding incisors make it look more like a scowl, "Sergeants busy right now lass."
He extents his meaty hand, "I be Dharakk, and I'd be happy to deliver your letter for you." He hurriedly continues, "Not that it be any of me business but what does the letter say?"
Haqueton stirs suddenly , but then holds back...
Careful, dolt. This one could be tricksy. Proceed with caution.
...before extending a metallic hand toward Ama.
"Yes. Fellows. I am designated Haqueton. And you are?"
Ah...Interesting. This one is not a threat.
Haqueton seemed to pause as if thinking, then:
"It is fine Mistress Ama. Well met. We are relatively new, we warforged, and of interesting design. To some."
Haqueton trails off, unsure of what to say next, and hoping one of his "fellows" would continue.
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Taryn speaks, "As my friend Rission told one of yon guardmen, excellent at their jobs by the way, we are here to claim an item of the deceased, fill out some paperwork, and be on our way. We have proof of ownership as well."
Dolom purses his lips, "There are lots of deceased in Sharn with lots of belongings, you'll have to narrow that down for me a bit lad".
"Of course good sir. There was unfortunately a murder recently. The suspect I believe you have detained was a warforged."
Rission is being polite. No point in being rude to someone who hasn't pissed on your breakfast.
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Enough chatter, little cousin. Return to the task at hand!
After a moment, Haqueton bows slightly to Ama.
"With your grace, I return to my fellows and their conversation with Watchman Dolom. May your enquiries, and ours, prove illuminating."
Haqueton beams idiotically at Dharakk before turning on his heel and approaching his fellows.
"Master Dolom. Apologise for this most importune interruption. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Haqueton. This past night I was approached by a Warforged who professed to be an agent of one "Lord of Blades". Perhaps I and my fellows could be of assistance in your investigation?"
These people are making my head spin, and I know what we're here for!
Carduus clears his throat with a loud, phlegmy cough. "Sergeant. The corpse in question is Bonal Geldem's, killed last night. The item's a journal he had with him."