"Oof, he's kinda heavy." Ilias holds his lower back when he gets done helping.
Savendir and Ilias stash the body with success.
Zarine inspects the door and finds it locked but does not find any traps. However, the lock proves too difficult for her to unlock with her tools.
"Let me."
Owen bends down and produces a set of battered lockpicks, probing the lock.
Zarine hisses quietly in frustration. "Does anybody have a spell to open doors?"
The lock continues to resist Zarine and Owens attempts to open the lock.
Nyxalia steps forward, head bowed. "I don't have a spell, but I could give it a try too. I have a little experience with locks. Probably not as much as the rest of you, but I guess it can't hurt for me to try, right?" She crouches down in front of the lock and pulls out some well made and well used Lockpicks and has an attempt at the stubborn lock. With everyone crowded around looking at her though, she fumbles her try and even comes close to snapping one of her picks. She gets up and says "sorry" quietly before moving to the back of the group once more.
"Unsubtle."
He removes the vial's glass stopper, pouring a small quantity of strong acid over the loop of the padlock.
"Hurm... Maybe give another try."
"Sure, just give me a... a hand.... here, hold this..."
Zarine tries again, asking Nyxalia or Owen for a hand.
"Well..."
Zarine grumbles as she pokes the tools into the lock once again.
Owen rolls his eyes, and begins examining the door's hinges, as well as any gaps around the edges of the door.
"F!!@ this."
At a beckoning from the others, Nyxalia comes forward to try her luck once more. She tries to block out the fact that everyone is watching her as she inserts the lock picks into the troublesome lock. Finally, with a click that seems almost too loud, the lock turns. She puts her picks away in her pouch and stands, putting her hand on the door handle. She looks to Savendir to give the all clear to open it and head inside.
"You have unusual locks in this land." Zarine hastily stashes her tools in her pack and wraps her headscarf around her lower face to hide her embarrassment. After she's hoisted her pack to her shoulders, she draws her shining crooked blade and leans her head against the door to discover if their activities have warned anyone.
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Zarine presses her ear to the door but hears nothing coming from the other side.
Owen leans in close as well, listening.
Seeing the others listening at the door, she grips the handle tighter and leans into the door, pressing her ear to the wood and closing her eyes to block out any distractions.
Owen and Nyxalia both listen for any clues to what is on the other side. No sound comes from the other side of the door.
Nyxalia opens her eyes and pulls away from the door. "I can't hear anything, so I'm going to open it and slip inside. Do you want to come too Zarine?" She looks embarrassingly at the exotic woman.
Zarine bows gracefully to the equally exotic woman. "After you, lovely lady." She follows Nyxalia in, trying hard not to trip over her own feet.
Zarine and Nyxalia slip into the small office quietly. The office is non-descript and empty. The light is low with the curtains drawn and dusk arriving shortly. It has a desk and chair in the middle of the room. On top of the desk are some papers. There is a door leading to the main warehouse on the west wall. It is closed, but a small amount of light can be seen around the edge of the door.
Zarine places her ear against the inner door with an odd frisson of deja vu.
Owen begins examining the papers, keeping an eye out for anything that could possibly be relevant.
Zarine can hear voices coming from the other side of the door, but they seem distant and she cannot make out what they are saying.
The papers are mostly shipping papers recording shipments from/to Sirathu and from/to Urglin.
Zarine makes little duck-quacking motions with her hands to the others. "Talkers, but far from the door. That doesn't mean nobody is close, of course, just that they are silent. What now? More sneaking?" she whispers to those in the office, motioning those outside to come in and close the door.
She checks the inner door for traps and locks for good measure.
Zarine carefully checks the door for traps. She does not find any suspicious mechanisms. The door appears safe and it is unlocked.
Zarine shrugs and motions to the door with upraised eyebrows. "Shall we? Or shall the quiet ones go?" she asks in a whisper.
Zarine can hear voices coming from the other side of the door, but they seem distant and she cannot make out what they are saying.
The papers are mostly shipping papers recording shipments from/to Sirathu and from/to Urglin.
Zarine shrugs and motions to the door with upraised eyebrows. "Shall we? Or shall the quiet ones go?" she asks in a whisper.
Still quietly rifling through the papers on the desk, Owen glances sidelong, whispering.
"How quiet were you thinking?"
"How quiet can you be?" she replies archly, fixing Owen with her strange gold stare.
"Good question. Plan?"
"Maybe the three of us slip in quietly and slip around the warehouse to see what's going on while the rest wait here for a signal in case of trouble? We could, oh, push a crate over or something if there's a problem, if we even need a signal beyond yelling and commotion. If not, we meet back here and discuss what we've found." Her long fingers tap together under their silken covering. "What bothers me is all those people with holy symbols. I do not like the idea of evil divinities having a crack at us. Their powers can be very nasty. Can anyone give us all some sort of protection from them?"
"I'm fine with sneaking in to look around. It's how I do a lot of my work", say Nyxalia quietly.
"Just don't go too far," Savendir whispers. "Look in the area just beyond the door, then return. I know too well the danger of being divided."
Zarine nods and carefully opens the door, peeking out to look for shadow or cover in the main room.
Nyxalia follows Zarine out into the corridor and looks around.
In the office, Savendir peruses the papers looking for anything that looks like it could be shipments of people, as he saw in Sirathu.
As Nyxalia tries to follow Zarine into the warehouse, Zarine suddenly stops as her intention was only to peek into the larger room. Nyxalia stumbles and knocks over a broom. There is a slight scraping sound as it slides down the wall. However, the faint conversation continues without pause.
Nothing stands out as unusual to Owen. Savendir confirms that the papers on the desk show similar shipments to what he saw in Sirathu. He notices that the last departure was bound for Urglin and it left two days ago on the 18th of Lamashan.
Zarine cannot see the conversants past the shelves. After peeking around for a moment for the presence of others, she slips out of the office and to the end of one shelf.