"I'll be allright. Jus' gimme a minute", Skorabor says as he slowly gets to his unstead feet. "See? Told ye. You'd get a choppin' if you carried on.", the dwarfs says contentedly to Smeed's unconsious form, his tone of voice still distant.
"Was this man calling out to another?"
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Detect magic on any of the gear...
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After all that healing on the lender
Hex
"Thanks, lad", Skorabor says to Barnabus and jumps to his feet, clearly invigorated by his healing touch. "So, should we wake him up and beat the directions to Feldin out of him?"
The moneylender has stopped bleeding, but he is still unconscious on the floor.
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Take those for now....
Plan on taking anything offensive or defensive from him anyway....
"You guys want to check the rest o tha house or jus take him back tah tha goblin."
"Can't we wake him up and question him here?"
"I saved his life with mah hex, but I cannot wake him, otherwise he would be dead stead o wakable later."
"Check tha upstairs quickly an let us away from here."
Spellcraft check
DM do you want a check per item?
"Try and get something useful out of him", Skorabor says filled with contempt for Smeed."I'll go check if he's hidden Feldin in the house." Skorabor hangs the great axe on his back and readies his shield as he moves up the stairs.
"Skorabor tha stairs are that way!..."
"What? Oh, that way. I knew that!"
Skorabor comes down the stairs muttering and flings his arms out in an abject gesture, taking down a paiting from the wall as his shield smashes into the wall. "There's no sign of Feldin. It's just a pig stye up there!"
"Aye now lets tha beast sniff around iffen he finds anything o interst then we can be onn err way."
"Vesara do you note any magical auras in this room, I am binding his wounds?"
Davlamin allows Moonchaser to take a sniff around, but is unable to communicate with his Wolf verbally...
Moonchaser goes upstairs and sniffs around, but returns only with a very human look of disgust on his face. He indicates no luck on the search.
"Nothin' more to do than to take this weasel back to question him"
"Davlamin, you might want tah get a look at this armor!"
"Pwft, that's just weak leather, lad. Didn't take much to bring an axe through that.", Skorabor snorts. "You should get some steel, that'll protect ye", the dwarf continues and proudly slaps himself on the chest.
As you return to the Gold Goblin with your prisoner, he manages to wake back up. He doesn't speak until you reach your destination, though.
"So, are you ready to tell us what you've done with Feldin?", Skorabor growls while looking straight into the eyes of Smeed. "You better start speaking up, lad. Right now you've got a pretty good bargaining position with all your limbs in place. But when i start taking them off you will have less and less to offer."
As Smeed comes around, he is immediately greeted by the angry Dwarf growling in his face. "Gahh! I don't know anything! I told you that. What more can I say?"
"There is plenty more tah say how bout how much does tha goblin owe an what rate o interest can we renegotiate?"
As Smeed comes around, he is immediately greeted by the angry Dwarf growling in his face. "Gahh! I don't know anything! I told you that. What more can I say?"
"You can start by tellin' us where you put Feldrin! [b]"We know you've got 'im!", Skorabor shouts and waves the piece of cloth from Feldrins cloak. "I guess somebody planted it there?", the dwarf adds in a voice dripping with sarcasm
"They must have. Some dirty rat trying to pin this on me because he didn't like the loan I gave him or something. But I swear to you, I don't know where he is. I haven't seen him since he came with Saul to take out the loan to rebuild the Gold Goblin, honest. Tell you what. You let me go, we'll forget this happened and we'll forget what Saul owes me. How about that?"
Sense motive
"I guess it is posible fer a set-up tah be goin on, inna swamp we say a body rarly surfaces an when it does a gator takes care of it, seems too easy for the cloak tah be outside in tha back rather than jus burned inna fireplace"
I think he might be telling the truth... Davlamin whispers to the other two.
Skorabor begins to laugh and then stops dead in his tracks when his companions doesn't join in. The dwarf is indistinguishable from a giant question mark as he turns to Barnabus and Davlamin.
"You believe him?!", he blurts out in amazement.
Smeed looks around the group, latching onto Davlamin as seeming the most reasonable. "Please, don't let that Dwarf at me. He has it in for me. He'll chop me to bits. I swear I know nothing about Feldin. I didn't even know he was missing."
"Let us not be unfair, please go home gather yourself and then come back as everyone is welcome at the goblin, you included. Since robbery is likely as anything to have happened you should come here to receive payment."
"Surely you also good dwarf think tha knowledge o feldin takin money tah this one is known at least tah a few."
As far as i'm concerned, Saul's debt is paid- although you seem to know nothing of his death, the circumstantial evidence against you is compelling. Don't bother him again, and we won't pursue this further. By pursue this further, I mean i'll let Skorabor decide what happens to you...
"Thank you, sirs, thank you very much. We shall leave this all behind us, and I'll stay away from Saul as long as he stays away from me. No more loans for him, not from Lymas Smeed, no-sir."
With that, he'll make his way to the door, then look back at Skorabor. "You-" he begins, but then seems to think better of it. He leaves, and the last you see he's heading back in the direction of his townhouse.
Skorabor makes no secret that he is not happy with the outcome, nor letting Smeed walk away without discerning the whereabouts of Feldrin. He takes a few menicing step forwards as the money lender turns to face him. "Enjoy your freedom. While it lasts", Skorabor shouts after Smeed as he exits the Goblin.
"There goes that moneylending rat, and with him our only hope of findin' Feldrin", the dwarf mutters sourly.
Remember, the Goblin seems to have many enemies. Perhaps the same fiends that planted the snake also tried to set up Smeed. Either way, I doubt we'll find Feldin now... Lets go report to Saul.
"I think a discussion with Saul is due!"
When you go to meet Saul, he's in his office on the second floor, doing paperwork. He looks up when the door opens. "Come, come. Have you found Feldin? How did things go with Lymas Smeed?"
"We found evidence Feldin may have met an untimely end or we are supposed to believe so..."
"Feldin's place was a wreck an a drunk had moved in."
"I still say that rat Smeed is behind this, it's clear as day", Skorabor mutters from the back, clearly not content with recent events.
Examining the cloak, Saul looks up at Skorabor's comment. "It's possible that Smeed is connected. I don't know that he'd have the guts to do it himself, though. Perhaps the man he works for arranged it. Boss Croat never did like me."
Saul considers the ruined cloak at the window for a few minutes, then seems to make up his mind about something. "Well. If Feldin is dead, I'll need a new floor manager. I think one of you should be able to do the job quite nicely. I'd also like to make you full partners in the Gold Goblin. I know we can make this place successful again, but your young blood is better suited to that than I am. I'm getting old, and I'm past my prime. I think if we work together, we'll have this place back up to her old glory in less than a year. Then I can retire, and you lot can do what you want with the place. What say you?"
Sounds reasonable. I've already been managing the staff somewhat... If the others permit it, i'd be honoured to step up as floor manager.
"Sounds reasonable...do we owe anyone else?"
"Perhaps a contract should be drawn up."
The color drains from Skorabor's face as he stands flabbergasted for a moment. Slowly the color returns to his face only to turn red as the dwarfs features twists with anger.
"What?!", the fighter blurts out, directed to the whole room. "You think Feldrin is dead and you're goin' to replace him. Just like that? You're not even goin' to bother findin' out?! Find his body and give the man a proper burial?", Skorabor continues his rant striding closer to Saul's desk. His voice is growing louder and louder with each word ."I, Skorabor Skalfgrin Boulderback, demand that we search for Feldrin. Go to whatever town guard you have in this wretched hole. Go to this Boss Croat and make him tell us what he's done with Feldrin. I demand action!"
With his last word Skorabor slams his fist hard into the desk, the wood creaking slightly under the blow. Unfortunetly the dwarf has worked up such a rage that he had forgotten the weapon cord strapped to his wrist. Skorabor's trusty waraxe breaks free from his belt and flies in an arc to land in the wall behind Saul.
A quiet moment ensues as the dwarf stands with his arm outstreched, eyes darting back and forth between his wrist and the axe buried in the office wall.
"Easy friend you will re-open your wounds, we need to rest and recover, I need to renew spells....You need a stiff drink."
"We are not done, but as they sat tha show must go on!"
"We shall find yerself someone tah clobber, but not right now!"