Larro is still KO after that bit of healing.
@_@
Almost seemingly in a fugue, Vassago shakes his head and looks at the others. "El Shelyn mio! What has happened after so long?"
Larro, is somewhat surprised he is still alive.
"You come in here disturbing our daily lives, beat down me and my buds, and then expect me to just talk?"
After that, he stays silent.
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Sele jumps over with glee and hugs Vassago .. good to get you back.. then realises he was apprehending a hoodlum.
Utterly perplexed Sele is speechless for a second
"You attacked us, when we merely requested information about Airk, I think you should take this chance you've been given and speak, lest you
end up in a jail cell."
Larro stays silent.
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"Prithee, goodman, we art on a noble quest, and have need of earth-salted kenning we hath been told thee hold; though we be not of peerage, perhaps, I salute thee as a fine man-at-arms, and many's the tale of doughty warriors who meet as foes and part as allies, the hard nut of bellum blooming into the flower of pacem through proof of mettle. Wouldst thou nip so swich a Story in the bud so anticlimactically as this?"
Larro stays quiet, and defiant.
Vassago, tired of getting the run around from the man, looks at Larro as he gathers water from the surrounding air, forming two large fists of water around his hands, his eyes glowing with elemental energy. "Sir, you have wasted enough of my time and that of my friends. Speak now of what we want to hear or feel the horrific sensation of drowning where you stand as I shove this sphere of water right down your throat!"
Larro frowns with a slightly arrogant grin.
"You'd have to off all my patrons to get away with that, you know.
There's 12 of them who'd witness my murder. Explain that to the city guard."
"Last i heard, though, your quarry left permanently."
*Snikt*
"You mean he left or you mean he's at the Boneyard?"
Larro shrugs.
"Think what you want, i'm just saying he's left."
He slightly looks at Keera, at her mentioning another name.
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Sir Spenser turns to the others.
"My friends, we tarry and prattle here for naught. Our quarry art clearly no more. He hath run down the curtain and joined the choir invisible." He looks down at the big oaf. "Methinks with the goading of this cur."
He leans down to the big oaf.
"Dost thou deny it, sirrah?" He asks with dangerous gentility...
With Lot being told to come closer, the fishermen see their way clear and rush out.
Larro smiles faintly, though slightly more worried right now.
"I didn't even touch the guy."
His words sound like he might not have done so in person, but knows of it.
"But perhaps you know of who did?", Vassago questions their subject.
His eyes are trying to keep staying aimed at you, but for a second you see them faintly twitch towards the two (by now dead) buddies of his.
Vassago looks at the two bodies and sighs.
Vassago glares at the man, asking Spenser to 'watch over this cucaracha' as he looks around, seeing if they missed something in the hecticness of combat.
Vassago casually walks towards the center of the inn, where he stands still to look at his surroundings.
Aside from the water below, nothing of interest is heard. He however notices there are more rooms than initially were visible, in the back.
One of which is locked....
No additional minions are found in the tavern.
"There is more to this place to explore. Perhaps what we seek is within these chambers, mi amigo." He explores some of the other rooms until he reaches the locked one. "Senor Kenji, can you get us in?"
Spenser decides to mount Lot, but has to dismount again at the doorway, which turn out to be sized for a medium humanoid.
Instead, he decides to ram his armored shoulder into the door.
At first he hears the hinges creak, and with the second shove, it breaks open.
The room is mostly organized, but it shows some traces of a hurried departure, for whatever reason.
It takes little effort, but you find a bunch of notes and a locked metal box.
The team searches the room thoroughly, but no traps are found.
Vassago begins to read the notes, hoping to find something of use to aid the party in the investigation.
Vassago does indeed find something of interest.
Your quarry has ventured for Vaydren’s Might:
1,500 yards offshore in the Flotsam Graveyard, he has researched -and found it to be, beneath a one-mast ship known as the Iron Tide.
The Iron Tide is recognizable by its mast, as it is carved into the likeness of a woman clutching dangling, iron chains.