Fhingle's bright white fiery body brushes Cassius before expiring.
Fhingle just nods as a good servant does.
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Not understand the gutteral words Cassius just uttered, Logan looks at him with some confusion. He brushes it off quickly, though, and begins to arrange the bodies so it will look like the work of the CCG.
When he's finished and Saul's had enough time to scope out the area, Logan says
"Good work guys. Let's get out of here before anyone catches us. Anyone want to celebrate with a pint?"
The building you're in contains nothing but the dead bodies and what they have on them.
Fhingle helps to load up the gear and heads out when everyone is ready, staying quiet for a bit.
"Is anyone else hurt still?
The other building has some mundane stuff, like dishes, sleeping bags, blankets and such, but also nothing of value. But a ladder leads to the roof.
From the roof there is the ladder to the roof of the temple. And in the bell tower there is a huge nest. This nest contains the riches of the Red Jills, or the riches of the Strix, which are 40 pounds of coins and two hands full of jewellery.
HP 12/15
Spells 0/4
Channels 1/4
"Do you think that belongs to the Tieflings?" Fhingle asks
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Saul cackles with glee, a most unusual noise for him. With a big smile he says, "Let's get that back to Zea's! We struck it rich, chumps! And uh... let's not tell her what's in the sack."
It is still dark outside of course, and the party is traveling after curfew. Saul does his best to lead them quietly back to Zea's apartment, which he figures is an area less likely be patrolled by the Dottari.
The group makes it back to Zea without incident. She is really excited to see you. "How did it go? What did you find? Were you able to free the town of this threat?" she bursts out.
"Took out a Strix and some Jills while pinning it on the CCG."
"A strix? What's that? And what's a CCG?" Zea asks confused.
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"It was quite a bit of a rumpus. The Red Jills boss was some bird man with arcane powers, who nearly struck us all down with fire. Thanks to Little Mac we stayed alive, and thanks to Cassius we were able to kill him. We put the kabosh on some of the other Red Jills; without the strix they were weak sisters. But at least one escaped. I wonder if they will be able to regroup... In any case, we did our best to make sure the Chelish Citizen Group was the patsy of the whole shabang and no one should be able to put the finger on us. Hopefully what is left of the Red Jills will be too busy fighting them to bother you any longer."
"You all will be the greatest heroes for the Tieflings soon." Zae tells. You'd see her blush, if she wasn't red already.
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"We're partners. You and us against the Thrunes, the Dottari, and anyone else who would try to keep the people down, gorgeous. Bullies will run out of this city like a dog chasing a cat. Or more apt, like a flock of ravens after a mouse."
"Would you mind if we shack up here to sleep out the rest of the night?"
"Sure, if you like the floor of my home." she offers.
The small home is a bit stuffed with so many people there. But the night is silent - with exception of some snoring. As the next day is Sunday the start into the new day is slow in town.
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Saul says good-bye to Zea and asks her to keep their eyes open for any tasks that the Silver Ravens can do to fight for the citizenry of Kintargo.
Saul requests that they all walk separately back to the Longroads Coffeehouse so that they can properly divide up the contents of the sack.
Stepping into the coffeehouse, he greets Laria with a cheerful "Good morning!" and tries to give her a peck on the cheek. He sits at a window and drinks his morning cup of joe while he waits for Cassius to show up.
"Good morning." Laria replies - her face less than enthusiastic - while stepping out of the way of Sauls attempt for a kiss. Which almost has Saul fall on his face as he bent down to the halfling woman.
"Hi Laria, how are things around here?" Fhingle asks as he comes in, "We had a fun night, slept over with the Teiflings."
"What the youth call fun these days." Laria replies while working on her pies.
"Helloooooo, and who is this?"
"A pleasure, my dear lady. I always have great respect for fellow service industry veterans. I sling booze, you sling beans. And, it would seem, we would all like to sling off the diabolist yolk."
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Logan doesn't sleep well on hard floors anymore. Unless I'm passed out. Then I can sleep anywhere. Unfortunately, Logan went to sleep sober as a judge...well, almost. His hip flask is never far away, after all.
He enters the coffeehouse with the others, carrying the bags of loot. He grunts a greeting to Laria and moves through to the other side of the room. He stops and turns back to Cassius.
"Hey pretty boy! When you're done flirting with our landlady, why don't you give me a hand with these bags."
When Cassius finally joins him, Logan shows him the way into their hideout and the two spread out the loot and take inventory.
"How about you heed your own advice." Laria tells Saul. "And you keep it on the low." she tells Cassius. "This is a public café."
"Pleased to meet you too, by the way." she adds, giving Cassius a smile.
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"I...I am just a fan of your coffee making skills, Laria. And I've known you longer than Cassius, so I got dibs."
Knowing she won't like that last part, he quickly wanders over to the basement stairs and heads down, showing Cassius the way in and making sure to close the secret door when everyone gets inside.
"Break open those sacks, Logan! It better not be all copper."
"Maggie! You here this morning?"
"You tell again you got dibs on me, I'll haul your ass out of the coffee house myself and give you the boot as goodbye." Laria replies. She is not amused.
"Tsk, Saul. Chauvinism has no place in a modern society!"
Fhingle takes a pot of coffee down to Rexus, "So what else have you learned to tell us?"
"It is frustrating. Page after page of history - which is really interesting - but so far nothing that would help us with our own rebellion." Rexus states.
"But what have you found out so far? Anything about Jackdaw? I think Saul is infatuated with him." Fhingle sits down and looks at some of the papers.
"Jackdaw appears in the texts now and then. But no details about the person. No race, no gender - almost like a ghost." Rexus explains.
"Hmm interesting, well if you need help let me know." Fhingle hops off the stool and goes out to the main area, seeing Maggie and her crew Fhingle stops to talk to them.
"What did you ladies do last night? Did you get in a bar fight?"
"No bar fight. Bu twe are getting used to town,..." Maggie starts, as her words are interrupted by the noise of a wall collapsing.
Vendalfek was looking for something at the wall, as it suddenly collapses over him. At the last moment he manages to jump aside.
"Mighty Dragon Vendalfek saw it coming and avoided all inconvenience." he tells before flying to his elevated throne.
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"Huh? Why're the walls falling down?"
The noise made Logan look up from cataloging the loot. Upon walking into the storeroom, he sees what happened. He's not as worried about Vendalfek as Saul seems to be, but he is curious as to what's going on with the wall.
Still, there was only one way to get any information out of the dragon.
Logan clears his throat and says with minimal sarcasm,
"Oh Greatest and Mightiest of Dragons, did you see anything before or during the wall falling toward your great person?"
"You ...know a dragon. OK."
"Someone is playing tricks here. And I'll get that one." Vendalfek tells. He is huffy, because so far it seems the other one is smarter than him.