Good at sneaking? I resent the implication! Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go take a quick look at what's inside. I'll be back shortly.
As he begins sneaking, Silas feels momentarily self conscious. With his companions watching, his instincts are screaming that he's been spotted. Going to have to get used to that. Not exactly a solo excursion here. The moment passes and Silas skulks up to a window, moving with quiet assurance, quarterstaff held low.
Good thinking. Silas, you take that side I'll take this one. He said as Silas had already set off.
Both of you, Pengon and Silas, see a man leaning on some crates smoking. He is paying particular attention to the front door and the dock area to the east of the fishery, but he doesn't seem to have noticed either of you.
Inside the window, the building is dark.
The man looks at you suspiciously for a brief moment, but then relaxes and says "Sheesh...dunno what's gettin' in 'is head these days. Yeah I'll take you around the joint...when I'm off shift here. Lamm'd kill me if I weren't lookin' out fer the place."
He looks up at Domina again and says, "Now shove off till morn...I can't let anyone slip in from that abandoned warehouse roof on the eastern side."
A fifteen foot wide loading dock abuts the side of the building here. A few carts sit nearby, partially loaded with tar-caked barrels marked with a fish shaped splotch of red paint on the side. Double doors to the south of the loading dock's ramp provide access to the building's interior, while rickety stairs go down nearly to the river's surface, where another door provides entrance. The double doors are shut and locked at this time of the night.
Through cracks in the double doors you smell a stink of what has to be a mix of fish and sweat. It is strong enough to make your eyes water when you breathe too deeply. You can make out what looks like a large wooden trough. A tall cabinet and a desk occupy the opposite corner. The lights are off and you see a vicious looking half-orc, giggling to itself, walking around.
Through the door window, you see a floor with seawater, bits of seaweed, and fish blood on it, and you can smell the stench from the door. You notice wooden catwalks that have...hammocks...with small forms in them. The room is dark and no distinguishable sounds can be heard.
Silas scurries back from his scouting to find most of his newfound comrades scattered. Oh well. He looks at James.
Reeking hole of a place. Stairs down to a door near the waterline. Might be a good way to get in. At street level the back room appears to be a children's dormitory. I think that's your goal, but right now it's a big bottle of chaos and disaster we don't need to open. Fighting in there would likely be... unpleasant for obvious reasons and sneaking anxious kids out would be a nightmare even for my skills. Silas ignores his own youth as he says that. Best bet would be hard and fast through the river door or the double doors at the side unless Pengon has spotted obstacles there too. Silas is idly twirling his quarterstaff with one hand as he hisses out his report. Just like planning to rob a bread cart. Only with more blood and screaming children...
The boat in back worries me though. Too many ways out of there for this filth merchant. We don't have enough people to be sure of all the exits from this rat nest. Even more arguments in favor of hard and fast. Can't run if you're dead.
There is a half-Orc in there. Pengon said after returning to the group. I tried to block this place from my memory, but that stink will always be with me.
Vanderoff tries looking casual while walking over to the group. Well what did ye see. How are we to proceed? He nods at Silas. Aye, I would say the river door is our best bet.
James thinks about it for a few moments as he studies the building. He had originally planned on exactly this, but knowing where the children were now changed things a little. "Hard and fast. Break down the door, surprise the occupants, take em out. If we can do it without killing them that would be best, but after all they've done I won't be staying my blade until everyone is unarmed at the very least."
The tired looking guard turns to the others, "Is there anyway one of you can get to the room with the children in it? We might not be able to sneak them out, but I'd rather someone stood between them and the thugs. This situation could easily turn into a hostage situation if those kids aren't guarded.
Shall we use the front or side door?
Vanderoff, can you get to those kids and make sure they are ok?. James and Domina take the front door while Silas and I sneak around the back? How's that sound?
How long does that charm last. He said with a sinister look on his face. Maybe you could convince him to leave, or come over here?
I'd prefer to stay with someone big and distracting in a fight. Silas nods at James. Gives me more opportunities if you know what I mean.
Also I see little point in splitting up like this. We can't split up enough to control all the exits so we may as well horde our strength and be able to push through any obstacles quickly.
If we do want to stay together, I'll stay in the back to watch for anyone trying to run away.
"Since I've been given permission to enter I'm going to go on ahead. Follow along with me and the sentry might not bother you either." At that, Domina enters from the front door again.
Silas laughs at the caster's abrupt decision. Well why not? What's the worst that can happen? He trots after her, looking at ease. A nod to the sentry if he looks at them.
Vanderoff follows Domina into the building, his hammer at the ready.
Pengon's eyes dart around the room as a feeling of uneasiness overtakes him.
Perception
Silas sidles out of the way and takes in the room he entered. His weight shifts restlessly from foot to foot.
Perception
As soon as Domina enters the room you hear a loud barking from a dog under the desk. He comes out, face scarred and foam beginning to develop on his jaws. You hear, "Damnit Bloo, what the hell is goin' on out there?!" through the wall to the east.
You start to hear heavy footsteps coming from the west.
Pengon always had a soft spot in his heart for dogs...
Wild Empathy
Hey buddy, there is no need to be alarmed. We're friends.
Initiative
The dog growls at the Elf.
Silas
Pengon
Vanderoff
Domina
James
Bloo
Who's there? Was waiting for the others.