Doors begin to open nearby and a couple of shop owners venture into the streets to testify to what they saw. The corroborate your story, telling the Watch that they saw a cloaked figure attack the dead man, before running off. That when you arrived, you attempted to help Mr. Geldem and were attacked in the process when the cloaked figure returned.
The dwarf lowers his crossbow and tells the two others, "Put your bloody weapons away. See if you can help Lady d'Deneith." He then moves to examine the corpse for a moment. The two others sheath their halberds and move to help Akasha, looking over her wounds if she allows them.
After a moment, the dwarf makes his way to Silian (having been the one to make the diplomacy roll) and extends his hand, "The Watch thanks you for bravery in attempting to come to this man's rescue and fighting off the perpetrator. You will each be rewarded, and if you have need of anything from the Watch you be sure to ask for Sgt. Dolom."
Sgt. Dolom nods, "You're free to go. Come let me know if you remember anything else about the assailant."
"You two," He says to the other two guards, "Go fetch some sheets and the wagon, I'll wait here."
Akasha allows the guards to assist her, serving to further distract them from anything her companions might be concealing. "Thank you for your aid, Seargent."
Jonah walks back to keep an eye on the cart.
The two guards, while looking over Akasha's wounds tell her that if she likes they can transport her to House Jorasco, or to the jail's infirmary where the doctor is on call around the clock to stitch people up. "Can't see you hobbling all the way back to wherever you came from like this."
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Jonah comes back with the cart.
He then walks over to Akasha.
I don't think they should stitch those.
After the bursts of healing, he looks at the others and then the cart.
I think the watch have things in hand, shall we go on?
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Breathing a sigh of relief as Jonah's healing washes through her knitting all but the most superficial signs of injury, Akasha smiles, uttering a brief incantation the draws the blood from her clothing. "Thank you very much Jonah, while I'm not necessaril averse to a scar here and there, I've got more than a few in fact, I'd much rather a healing touch to a needle."
You are welcome Akasha, I also understand the reluctance for a needle, but I can do that as well as a last resort, or if one really wants it.
He grins at her and then makes his way back to the cart.
You are able to make it back to The Cracked Mirror without further incident only a little more battered for your troubles. Mrogab is very pleased that you've returned with the wine and tells you, "Excellent! Well go on then, go enjoy the party! Thank you again."
Jonah puts on his masque, and mutters under his breath. Suddenly he is dressed as a gargoyle.
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Smiling, Silian steps inside the Cracked Mirror. He turns to the others, "After the festivities, we should regroup and discuss the events of earlier, but for now..." Silian gives a mock salute and heads to his room to discard most of his belongings and change into his Displacer Beast costume. He pauses before exiting the common room and tosses over his shoulder, "Vannevar I expect you in costume when I return."
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You see the muscles in Vannevar's jaw tighten ever so slightly before he responds, "As you wish." He then goes to dry off and don the ridiculous costume.
Garotte continues to push the cart and when the wine is unloaded, the warforged stands by idle and awkward.
Traitor? Flesh-lover? Unit Twenty-One was not functioning with mental clarity. What was the intention of familial connotation? Unit Twenty-One is no longer functioning. Rhetoric irrelevant.
The inn has filled itself beyond, you are sure, what would be considered a safe capacity with costumed patrons carrying glasses of wine and other drinks. The bodies are all packed in so close together that it's difficult to maneuver in some places, and the ambient temperature is beginning to rise. Soon, the pressure in the building releases a little as the party spills over outside.
Feeling a bit like a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs, Jonah slowly makes his way to the outside for a breath of fresh air.
Akasha mingles, dancing and drinking with Silian and anyone else who shows interest, while keeping her eyes on those appriaching any in thier group.
Jonah, a little later in the evening makes an effort to dance, but not very well.
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While mingling, Silian meets an elven woman dressed as what can only be described as an ally cat and indeed she moves with as much grace, she is hear for only a short while tending to house business before returning home. He meets a human man dressed as a wolf, who runs a local shop selling traveling gear among other things, and encourages Silian to come by sometime. A half-orc male who is dressed as... a dead... elk? When asked about his costume he says that he is 'prey'. The gossip seems to mostly be about who is sleeping with whom, who is planning to kill whom, and where the best deals in town are found.
Akasha doesn't notice anyone in particular who seems overtly interested in her group, but it is so hard to tell with as crowded as the area is, making it impossible for people to not be near her group. She is asked to dance by several young men, and one woman - Jessamin.
Jonah finds that as the night wears on, and the drinks flow heavy no one is dancing very well and so he blends right in!
Vannevar finds a location a few feet away from Garotte and stands there nearly as still as the warforged. His head swivels from time to time as he needs to adjust to watch Silian. He makes light conversation, all of the social platitudes that can be expected from him when others seek him out to talk but otherwise remains to himself. Late into the evening, when a half-elf works up the courage to ask him to dance with her, he extends his hand and bows his head taking her out onto the floor to dance. After the dance has ended, he bows to her again before making his way back to his post to watch the others.
Relaxing a bit Akasha enjoys the opportunity to dance, taking special pleasure when Jessamin surprises her by asking her to dance. She accepts, smiling warmly as they step out onto the floor.
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Akasha, you realize that while dancing with Jess she is standing exceptionally close and making perhaps more physical contact than is strictly necessary.
As Akasha takes notice of Jess' proximity she grins, truly enjoying herself. Leaning her head forward slightly she smiles at Jess. "Successful business owner, excellent source of information, amazing dancer...is there anything you aren't good at?"
"Well, it is true that they'd all be lost without me but to be fair I don't own the place. Aside from that, there is a reason Mrogab doesn't have me in the kitchen. I think that's about it, though." She says with a smile and a wink before spinning you and pulling you in close to her.
Scanning the crowd.
The people seem to be enjoying themselves and drinking massive quantities of alcohol. Some have retreated to dark corners where they are groping each other. You see one man filch a coin laid on the bar as a tip for Mrogab while his back is turned.
"Well you certainly run things like you do." Akasha replies with a grin, letting out a tiny gasp as she's spun. "It's been a while since I danced, even longer since it was with someone anywhere near as talented...or beautiful as you." she says holding Jess closer, her voice dropping to a soft rasp.
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Stepping forward, approaching the man who took the coin.
Flesh is driven by greed.
"Return the coin. Now."
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Jess brushes Akasha's hair back over her shoulder and leans in to let her whispered words brush over Akasha's ear, "You are absolutely stunning, and dancing with you is quite easily the most exhilarating thing I have done in years."
The man begins to respond flippantly, "I don't know what you're..." but his words cut off when he looks up to see the menacing looking warforged standing in front of him. "Alright, alright. Relax. Look see, it's right here. I'm putting it back." He says pulling the coin slowly from his pocket and placing it on the bar before sliding it away from him.
A slow smile crosses Akasha's lips at Jess' whisper as she subconsciously leans into the hand brushing her hair back. A slight flush comes across her pale features as she looks into Jess' eyes, bringing a hand up to caress her cheek, she other resting on the small of her back.
"Well then, let's see if there's anything I can do to make it even better." she says, leaning in to kiss her, a kiss that begins as a gentle brush of the lips and slowly builds in passion.
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Silian smiles again, approaching the bar. "My dear Mrogab, you know how to throw a party." Silian waits for two glasses of wine and heads back into the fray to speak more with Ava Thuranni. Like the sleek hunter of his costume, he wades upstream against the throng of attendees, carefully avoiding spilling the wine and circumventing the passionate dance of the raven and dragon to give the girls plenty of room to enjoy themselves.
Jess returns Akasha's kiss, matching the pace and intensity with well practiced ease. When the women pause to catch their breath, she asks Akasha, "Do you want to go some place more private? A room perhaps, or even just for a stroll?"
Ava watches as Silian approaches, the hint of a smile tugging at her lips just visible beneath the curve of the cats mask. When he comes close enough she says, "Why Lord d'Thuranni, have you come to grace me with your company again so soon? Careful, you might make me think I'm something special."
"Both. Stroll then a room." Akasha replies breathlessly, a definite twinkle in her eyes.
Jess giggles and takes you by the hand, leading you outside and away from the noise of the crowd.
Squeezing Jess' hand with a huge smile, Akasha follows her outside, taking a deep breath of the cool night air.
Jonah continues to mingle.
"So, tell me, what is a beautiful Lady d'Denieth doing staying at a whole in the wall inn in the shadier parts of town?" Jess says as you walk slowly down the street, the sound of the party fading away behind you.
Jonah find's himself standing next to a woman wearing a flowing blue glammerweave dress that looks likes a waterfall and a blue sequined mask. She sips from her glass of wine, not seeming to be nearly as intoxicated as pretty much everyone else in the room. "Quite the crowd," she says looking out over the room.