"Omast, my friend, calm yourself. We will work on the marking in the morning though I don't know it will help."
Pauses for dramatic effect and then with a flourish of over obvious spell casting.
"Wait is your sponge magic, that would work then?"
Somer makes a show of casting Detect Magic and staring expectantly at the sponge.
"Sadly it is not"
Well at least we can think it is a sword now.
"Omast, my friend, is this the only marking?"
Balmir continues to laugh as Omast struggles dangling from the rope. By the time the sloshed man is on the ground Balmir is nearly doubled over in laughter. "Omast, you look the perfect fool up there!" But the laughter soon fades when Balmir remembers why they are here. "We're here to ask about Rodrik."
Derrik will listen to the exchange between the town folks, he will then walk over to Omast.
"Good day Ser, might I have a look at you?"
Derrik will then have a look over Omast to make sure that he is ok.
Omast is very drunk, but otherwise seems uninjured.
It is mid-day, just after noon.
To Somer, Omast replies, "What? No, these damn markings have appeared all over town. I ain't got them cleaned up yet, but I will get em! Yes, I will. Has anyone seen my ... um... lunch? It was in a brown bottle around here somewhere."
He takes off his boot and looks inside.
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Mouser lowers himself quickly from the ropes after Omast is safely to the ground.
"Yeah, we'll help you find your lunch, but what can you tell us about Rodrik? You were the first one there, right? Did you see anything that might make you think it was a murder?"
The halfling seems pretty impatient with the drunk man.
Omast looks at Mouser with disgust. "You ain't got some orc blood in you too, do you? You are a nasty little one. Go away, leave me alone."
He starts scrubbing the tower again, but there is nothing to clean at the spot he picked.
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Mouser looks up in with indignation.
"Typical longshanks! Treating all the little people like they're nothin'! I oughta teach you some respect, and if you weren't plastered, I would!" he yells.
Sitting next to the wall in a huff, he says "Maybe one of you ought to talk to him. He seems super reasonable."
"Well this is going very well I must say."
Regarding Omast and the others.
"Omast what Mouser should have led with is that we have been tasked with helping to investigate your friends death. We would like you to share what you saw and know, however, we were attacked on the way to find you so it may be best we retire to the inn. We can get some food and maybe a water for you.'
Balmir steps into the conversation. "Yeah, my friend. We need to sit and talk." He pats the man on the back. "We need to find out who did this thing and then we'll pound them, pound them."
"Make the little mouse go inside his house!"
"Do you taste blue? I taste blue..."
Ana sighs. "I only taste green right now, Omast." Ana shakes her head at the others, "We won't get anything from him until he's sobered up. Let's get him back to the barracks."
While he keeps trying to get another drink, you are able to escort him back to a bed and stay with him until he sobers up.
Once he is sober, he is much more coherent... but he constantly looks to go get a drink.
"So... you think Rodrick met with danger, do you? Tell me what you have found."
"Good Day Omast, I am Derrick Nulan, I am from Last Wall and will be helping in this investigation. A note was found in Rodriks room, asking for a new hope knife to be made."
"A new hopeknife? I don't know anything about that. I suppose Rodrick could've lost his, but he didn't tell me if he did."
"Did he tell you why he wasn't staying at the barracks yesterday, or if he had any plans for the evening? Did he get in a tussle with anyone?" Ana asks, trying to find anything. This isn't revealing much.
Glances at Mouser, nodding.
Looks as though Mouser holds a grudge. Something to remember I guess.
"What do you know of this girlfriend, Brinya? Are the familys happy with the relationship?"
Prestidigitation does not appear to be strong enough to remove the markings.
"His what? Brinya? I don't think Rodrick has a girlfriend..."
"Well...Rodrick was pretty serious about her, but...he wasn't the most open about it," Ana explains quietly, fidgeting a little. "Brinya is the half-orc across town that weaves a lot of our uniforms, remember? Anyway, if you can't remember anything else, maybe we should try elsewhere."
"I agree with Mouser that he is telling the truth. Is this half orc hated around town? I think we should seek her out as well as the smith Urusul, I assume you locals know both very well."
"Urusul is known for his smithing skills here in town. He creates most of our hopeknives, as well as custom orders," Ana answers. "I don't think Brinya is hated by anyone, but I don't know her well. I've only briefly met her a couple times."
I wouldn't say I hate her... Ana justifies to herself.
"Omast," Balmir starts while sitting down next to his fellow guardman, "You gotta talk about this. I mean Rodrik was your friend. We're just trying to help." A clouded look crosses Balmirs face. "Believe me, I know about loss like this."
"Half-orc, eh? Well, I can bet the old man won't be happy about that. He and I agree on that front - half-orcs cannot be trusted. But Rodrick, he was a smart lad, and a good judge of character. If he loved this girl, well..."
"He also was friends with another half-orc, Katrezra. Old guy.. I don't trust him. I know Rodrik met with shortly before his death. Probably find him at the Sanctuary, where he tends to hold up."
Ana angrily stomps on his foot. "You know I have several half-orc siblings, and they're perfectly fine. As for Urusul...I might be getting him mixed up with Sara. I'm not too big into smelting, as I make all my weapons."
"I was on my way to the Sanctuary upon arriving in town when I stopped to see the Hoep Knife ceremony. I was planning on staying there for a bit before I could get on to the Militia. Seems like I skipped that step."
Derrik will wait for the others to lead the way
"Do you have his hopeknife?"
Somer has no further questions for Omast and is content to move on when the others are ready.
If we can determine more on how Rodrik died perhaps Omast can have some peace.
Derrik will lean back and wait for the others to be done as well.
Tam sketches down more notes in his journal. "Katrezra, sanctuary... got it."
"I think we need to head to Sanctuary and find Katrezra."
Considering what they have learned.
I would agree Balmir. Katrezra and then maybe Brinya leaving his father and the smith for last maybe?
"Alright, then let's get over there and get it over with," Ana says, not looking forward to it. You can do this, Ana. You can do this.
It took a while to sober up Omast, so it is early evening. Sanctuary is a temple, though, so you can expect someone to still be around.
You arrive at the Sanctuary, and a woman welcomes you in. "Welcome, friends. If you don't know me, I am High Priestess Tyari Varvatos. What may I do for you?"
"It is a pleasure High Priestess. My friends and I are searching for Katrezra on a matter of some importance. Is he about?"
It is the church of Iomedae. Most of the priests here are not from Trunau, but from Lastwall.
"Hmm, Katrezra. He is a long time resident here. What is this important matter?"
Tam glances about the temple idly and keeps his journal handy in case any important information comes up.
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Mouser tries to keep track of all their leads and it takes him a moment to remember why they needed to see Katrezra.
"Yes, we would come back tomorrow, but this is super important. Could we interrupt him, please?"
The halfling takes a coin from his belt pouch flips it or bounces it along his fingers while they wait.
The priestess looks at Mouser like he just spit food all over the floor.
"What business do you have with him?" Her attitude has shifted to a more guarded position.
"Please, Tyari, this halfling here may not have many manners at all, but we just wanted to ask about Rodrick a little. We think something may have happened, so we're investigating," Ana exlains, stepping between her and the halfling. Ana makes sure to whack him lightly across the face with her tail as a warning, though. Does this halfling have no manners?
Derrik will await all the others to speak, moving forward to greet the lady of the Church.
"Good day ma'am I am Derrik Nular of Last Wall, I have come to seek to stay at your Sanctuary. I am also with this group seeking your assistance with talking to one call Katrezra. We are investigating the murder of Rodrik at the behest of his brother Kurst was it?"
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"May not have any manners at all?!" Mouser responds in exasperation to Anabella. "Most people find me likable, interesting, and fun! Maybe this is a case of overly-tall people like all of you looking down on the little guy! Pffff!"
The halfling looks offended and sulks in the corner while the others continue talking.