Hezekiah makes a beeline for his kitchen, partly trying to fight back panic, partly already on the academic question of whether the principles of Burning Disarm could apply to silverware. Forks and knives, perhaps, but spoons? There were books to consult...
He steps into his kitchen, his hand already in his spell component pouch.
He looks at you for a second, and takes a long bite off the banana. "Whudhooan?"
Satinder eyes the man suspiciously. "We are looking for Master Aumvar. Where is he?"
The man snorts as you grab your katana. "What, you going to slay me where I stand? Naked. Fruited. On my cloudy-headed brother's porch?" He snorts again, and takes a bite of the last bit of banana, tossing the peel on the ground at your feet. "Get out of here, you fools." His voice becomes pitched and mocking as he shuts the door. "Oooh, blood in the streets! Mayhem. He shuts the door in your face.
Hemlock scowls, looking at Vin. "Verik was a sot, to be sure. But aside from his drinking, he's a good man. He was working for Mister Vendor - "
"Working! Unlike you, you bandit!
Hemlock holds up a placating hand. "...working for him as a private guard."
"Vin! Enough!" Hemlock booms. The room seems to echo for a moment in noisy silence. "Toban, I can't let you go. If what you say is true, you did take this wagon, and you did give it to some other men. I've got to detain you. You know that."
"But it was an accident...I didn't know what was in the wagon. We came upon two men on our way home and they claimed that they were robbed. Not thinking about the chance they were lying, I went to investigate and found the wagon heading towards Sandpoint and we..." Toban stops and then just sighs. He hangs his head and steps forward, putting his hands out so the Sherrif can put him in chains if he felt so inclined.
Satinder groans and follows Jarek inside, checking his wrist sheath. "I understand that this is important to you," he mutters, "but if we get through this without getting thrown in jail, you and I are going to have a talk about due process."
"Sit. Boy, you and your friends are going to be the death of me." He steps out of the cell and shuts the door with a resounding boom.
"What about the wagon, Sheriff?" Vin says.
Belor ignores him. "I'm not gong to lock this cell, Toban. You are one of my men, and I trust you. But I need you to stay here a bit while I sort this out."
[b]"Well my lady can I offer you anything?"
Diplomacy roll for the awkward moments in life!
Vin sputters again. "You should make her! They are my fireworks, Sheriff. If she is unwilling to help, she should be in there with that no good - "
"Vin! One more outburst and I'll let him stand guard over you, and put you in there."
Vin visibly deflates a little. "But Sheriff, the fireworks..."
"I am aware. I'll need an inventory of the wagon." Belor picks up a sheet of paper, looking over it.
"I have one in my shop."
Belor nods, and pulls on his coat. "Stay put, Toban. I'll be back shortly."
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Toban waits for the sheriff and shop keep to leave and then he will momentarily leave the cell to grab a piece of parchment and a pen and then return to his cell. He figures he can write a letter to his cousins explaining what happened while he waited for the Sheriff to do his investigating.
Hezekiah reels and sputters, his glasses radically askew. He flails slightly and blinks rapidly.
What the...? Who? What? Why? Erg?
Belor still hasn't returned, and you begin to hear merriment in the streets, as people jump the gun on the upcoming celebration.
Toban knows better than to let any of his fellow workers wrile him up so he just lets them have they're laughs. Once his letter is done he waits for another of the town guard to come in and then gives them the letter. He asks that the guard deliver it to one of his cousins at the Kitten as well as let them know that he won't be in for his usual shift tonight.
"You should see your face, Kiah. Ha!" He pulls a face that you are sure accurately describes what you just felt like.
Satinder gives Jarek an odd glance at his claim to government business, but at the brother's claim he snorts. "Preposterous. We already have information from his associates that he returned from Magnimar today."
"Guriel! By the hells, what are you doing? Intruding in my house. Wearing my shirt! You slovenly little troll."
He straightens his glasses and grumbles softly.
"Shayliss...how old are you? Do you recognize that voice? Your father (or mother depending on the voice) isn't a government official is he (she)?
"I'm sorry sir (or madam), were you looking for your lovely daughter Shayliss? I am Alexander Edwin LaCroix. I was giving her a tour of the theater, and I must say she is a devout fan of the arts! I am just as taken by her beauty as I am by her mind! You should be proud good sir (or madam), it's not everyone that can claim such a fine daughter! You must come from good stock, and have done a wonderful job in raising her!
Diplomacy
(+1 if the person could be attracted to me).
Edit ooc: LOL could that roll be even more appropriate? An angry parent or whatever, wouldn't hear any of what I said anyway!
You follow him. He is clearing trash and old food off the table into a bin. "He...uh...so you're sure? He's back?"
Your house looks a right mess. "You weren't here, so I made myself at home."
She thrusts her shoulders back. "I'm seventeen, m'lor - ."
Aldern has already turned away. "Alex, you'll never believe it! I invested a fist of coins with that fellow at the general store, and got us some excitement for the festival! Wait till you see, they should be getting in to town today." He takes you by the arm, leading you out of the dressing room. "Had them brought in all the way from Riddleport on a fat cog."
”Unless you have a better idea.” I whisper to Satinder.
Hezekiah sighs, "So I see. I need to at least wash my face. Try not to touch anything until I've come back." With a pained sigh, he trundles off to his small washroom.
"There are a handful of other places he might be, but we should look for an indication of where he might have gone first," Satinder whispers back. He turns to the fat man and says, "I'm sure you won't mind us looking around while we wait."
You move through the house, looking around. The house is much dirtier than you've seen it in the past. It appears this brother has been here for a time.