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"Agreed we don't know if someone is in there. Let's go in a whole that is already there to sneak around"
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One of the fishermen sees the group looking at the old warehouse. "What ya all lookin' fer?"
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Roshan shrugs. "A boat going beneath will need to get from the surface of the water, to the underside of this hole; that will mean climbing a rope, at the very least. It seems complicated..."
At the words from the fisherman, she offers a bright smile and a wave.
"Hello!" She avoids answering the question, instead saying, "Has anyone been around this building lately?" She fishes out a handful of silver coins from her pouch as she speaks.
The fisherman does not move but yells back a Roshan. "I've been fishin' her for the last two weeks and seen no one come or go."
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One of the fishermen sees the group looking at the old warehouse. "What ya all lookin' fer?"
"Hello!" She avoids answering the question, instead saying, "Has anyone been around this building lately?" She fishes out a handful of silver coins from her pouch as she speaks.
The fisherman does not move but yells back a Roshan. "I've been fishin' her for the last two weeks and seen no one come or go."
"Oh, HELLO! HELLO! ARE YOU FISHING OVER THERE?! HOW ARE THEY BITING?! CAN I SEE?!" Faeria jumps up and down in her great excitement at speaking to a man over great distances by shouting. "maybe he has a key perhaps? I'll go chat him up. Feminine wiles." She says with a wink (which proves difficult for her).
She wanders off toward the man.
Oddly she keeps shouting as if not realize that she is approaching the man or that distance matters to sound.
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Roshan rubs a little at her forehead as Faeria shouts at the man and keeps shouting at him even when she gets closer.
She trots after.
"Please do not mind her. The sun is getting a little to her!" she says at a normal volume. "I wonder, would you like to make a little extra coin and be able to take the day off, sir?"
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"The sun must have been getting to her all day." Fellstone muttered. Faeria was certainly odd but perhaps her strange methods could be effective. They'd have to wait and see. "Let's see if her feminine wiles will do the trick."
Fellstone walked towards the warehouse, deciding to try the front door. Maybe Faerias feminine wiles might yield something but he wanted to try the obvious. Maybe the warehouse was unlocked.
"Locked," Roshan says with a shrug. "I can't pick a lock. Windows it is!"
The fisherman has cropped blonde hair and amber eyes. He wears modest garments and a wide-brimmed hat. He turns as the women approach him and says in a stern whisper when they get near. "Quite now girl! Ye'll scar the fish!" Giving Faeria a strange look.
His eyes go wide when Roshan pulls out a hand full of silver coins. "Just what do ye want me to do?" He hands his fishing pole to a young boy next to him and crosses his arms over his chest.
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After jiggling the lock, Fellstone frowns at the door. Taking several steps back, he looks up at the roof. "...we could always try going up instead of down..." he mutters.
Suddenly feeling morally conflicted about planning to break into a place, Fellstone falls silent, waiting to hear what the fisherman is willing to do.
Hugo marches up to the door and yanks the door handle, lock and all, right off the door. Door weathered old door sways a little on its hinges.
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"Good job" Theoduin will look around and see if the noise was loud enough to draw attention
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The people on the pier seem not to notice that Hugo broke the door open but due notice as Faeria steps off the pier into the water.
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Roshan turns at the sound of the splash, her brows furrowed. She realizes they've misplaced Faeria.
"Oh."
Pause, frown. "Hm, well I suppose she wouldn't have done that if she didn't have some way of getting herself out of the situation. Let's go inside while people are busy looking at her."
Roshan opens the door and sidles inside the warehouse.
Darkness fills the warehouse, the ambient light from outside
blocked by a filthy, oily film on the structure’s few windows.
Darting illumination comes from light reflecting off the
water through a splintered hole in the floor. Throughout the
warehouse, crates, boxes, and barrels lean against each other
in vaguely sorted stacks. A lingering smell indicates some of
the contents are certainly spoiled.
Faeria tries to swim to the boat just next to her but her leg gets tangled in something under water and she goes under the surface.
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Faeria eventually makes it to the boat wondering where she is and how she got here and why she has a sliver in her tongue. She shakes herself off like a doused dog but still looks a bit like a brightly colored drowned rat. Even her pointy wizard's hat looks defeated sagging around her head on all sides like a sad plant's bloom.
Well, obviously I'm in a boat. And what does one do in a boat? Go boating!
Barrels, boxes, and crates sit stacked along the walls of the warehouse. Just inside the door sits a handful of crates and kegs of beer. Some of the crates reek of rot. Stacks of simple coffins sit against the east wall.
"Row, row, row, your boat, gently down the stream."
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Kagar relays what he sees, not bothering to whisper since he sees no enemies. Still, he doesn't shout or anything.
That fisherman was already enough attention.
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The group moves thru the warehouse lead by the monks and barbarian with their darkvision. The smell only gets worst as the group moves deeper into the warehouse. You can also see a large portion of the floor has be badly damaged and perched in the middle of a hole, teetering on split planks, sits a large crate stamped with three crows arranged in a triangle.
The smell in the warehouse is animal feces. Seeing a pile of if on the floor you figure out that it is rat feces, very large rat feces.
You find a set of oars in the boat and row the boat under the warehouse. Once under there you feel very uneasy as the build looks like it could fall on you at any moment. Many of wooden floor planks are rotten and crumbling. You see a large hole in the floor in the southwest corner of the warehouse. Perched in the middle of a hole, teetering on split planks, sits a large crate.
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Fellstone walked carefully to the edge of the split planks and looks down into the opening.
"Going to be tricky this. How did they put that crate there? Anyone have any ideas? Maybe loop a rope around the crate?" He said and then wrinkled his nose at the foul smell. "Irori's Blessed Backside! What is that smell?!"
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Roshan digs a sturdy hemp rope out of Bagheera's saddlebags, looking thoughtful as she surveys the crate.
Roshan wrinkles her nose. "Rats have been in here... very large rats," she says. "Icky things. They could still be in here."
Roshan holds up the rope. "If I take off my armor and pack and things, I'm pretty light-- under forty pounds. We could see if I could climb out there-- tied to another rope in case I slip-- and if I can get out there without the planks breaking, then I could tie the rope around the crate?"
As Fellstone moves toward the crate deeper into the warehouse three large rats come out of the shadows and attack. The dwarven monk sees them out of the corner of his eye but the others are caught by surprise. One of the rats bites Hugo tearing a chunk out the dwarf's leg. One tries to bite Kagar but only grabs a bit of the Half-Orcs clothing. The other bites at Fellstone but it foot slips thru a hole in the floor and the yellow teeth only find the dwarf's tough shoe.
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