"Smiles" Favian Brood is a third-rate professional middle man, with delusions of class, who often works as a liaison between several of the merchant houses and the "adventurer" community. Unusually, Favian sought your group out today rather than you having to come to him looking for work.
Smiles wears an aggressively phony smile like a mask, and is clad in filthy, bug-eaten clothes that would have been quite extravagant a decade ago when they were new. He maintains an office in the lowest level of one of the more disreputable office spires, which is where you all are now.
"Here's the situation: representatives of the Red Fire of Wealth* came through Hyskos two days ago with several large chests of gold with which to purchase land in the city core. They went missing somewhere near Eventide**. I don't need to tell you how important it is that the gold, in it's entirety, is recovered. Someone out there was suicidally stupid enough to steal gold from not one, but THREE dragons at once. If the Red Fire of Wealth get wind of what happened they will burn this city to the ground to recover even a single shaving of that gold. It's as close to a principal as the monsters have."
"Unfortunately, the gold was in the form of pristine 10,000-year-old dragon minted coins, so it would be impossible to replace without being noticed. Fortunately, that should make it easier to track down."
"If you can't get all the gold the next best thing would be to bring in the people who stole it, alive. If we can turn them over to the dragons we may be able to redirect their wrath away from the city."
He sighs.
"You've done good work for me in the past, so this should go without saying, but in case it doesn't: if you try to make off with a single piece of that gold it will be you the dragons come after, and I'll personally make sure they know where to look. Now is not the time for petty adventurer b!~@%#*&. If the city is destroyed we all lose. If, however, you recover the gold you'll win all of us some powerful friends. That's worth more than anything else I could offer you, but I'll also pay 10% of the recovered gold, that's 10,000 gp."
10,000 gp. That's ten times more than any job the cheap bastard has ever offered you.
"Time is of the essence. The merchant princes can only stall the cartel for so long. We need this gold recovered yesterday, so ask any questions you have quick and get going."
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*An economic alliance of three powerful red dragons, one of the richest and least pleasant of the dragon cartels.
**An especially poor and chaotic neighborhood, even by Hyskos standards. There are a lot of taverns there that cater to the adventurer set so you're relatively familiar with the area.
Zoren was of pale skin and lean build, but he stood fairly tall for an the average human. He tried to keep his head covered with the hood from his cloak, wearing gear that had obviously seen the perils of the road. They were well worn and rugged, probably needing replacement in the near future at the rate he was going. Underneath his hood he had a set of messy black hair and his deep blue eyes gleamed if the light caught them the right way.
The already pale man seemed to grow even paler as he heard that the Red Fire of Wealth had been robbed. "Do you have any details on how it happened? How was the wealth being transported, where did it get hit, any clues left behind at the scene itself, any witnesses?"
Ellie stands about 5'4" tall and only weighs 128 lbs. She has a slender build that doesn't clearly lend itself to appearing stout, indeed quite slender and fragile, or tough. She does have a slighter build that may look agile to the trained eye, though even then it's unlikely that she's much quicker than average.
She has a gorgeous face. Her eyes are a vibrant hazel/green color and her hair is short and somewhat unkempt, yet it somehow comes across as a purposeful hairstyle despite how little the effort she puts into it is daily. She has a few very lightly colored freckles that dot her cheeks and nose, mostly notable because of her fair skin. She has a strong jaw, just a step from being considered masculine, that accents her small chin and long face.
She's often dirty from working and building things, though if there's a time that she's not covered in wood shavings or black dust, she has likely been studying instead. This is one of the former times.
Ellie stands to the side of the room twirling a lockpick between her fingers.
"Where in Eventide? Do we have specifics?"
She leans slightly against the wall.
"If that's all we know, I have no other questions."
The already pale man seemed to grow even paler as he heard that the Red Fire of Wealth had been robbed. "Do you have any details on how it happened? How was the wealth being transported, where did it get hit, any clues left behind at the scene itself, any witnesses?"
"All we know is that the cartel representatives, and their gold, were last seen somewhere around Eventide. Cartel members are too aware of the consequences to have run off with the gold, so it doesn't take a prophet to figure out they were robbed. As for witnesses, that's your job. You're going to have to ask around, see what you can scare up. Asking about the coins at the local taverns and brothels might be a good place to start, they're incredibly rare."
Kelkii looks in Favian's direction rather than at him, her blonde bangs blocking most of her upper face from view. The Halfling leans back from her seemingly random writings and rests in her chair as she taps her ink stained fingers against her lips, half painting them, "Why did they pick that route? That's like setting a fire in a library, it's going to draw attention." Her pale eyes dart back to her paper, scanning it and smiling, "I'm guessing we're not the only people you asked to look into this?"
The small woman hums in thought, looking back towards Favian and seeming to study something about him, or maybe something behind him, it's hard to tell with her. Her legs swing almost playfully from under her brown and ink splotched cloak. The clothing underneath looks a bit nicer and almost matches, light tans with dark embroidery here an there making random swirls that almost look like writing.
"Why did they pick that route? That's like setting a fire in a library, it's going to draw attention."
Smiles looks genuinely unsure for a moment, before regaining his composure and fakeness.
"I'm not sure. I suppose they were just unwise. The Red Fire doesn't have a significant presence in Hyskos so they might not have realized what they stepped into until it was too late. Or maybe they assumed even in Eventide nobody would be dumb enough to rob a dragon."
"I'm guessing we're not the only people you asked to look into this?"
"You're the first, but you won't be the only. These eggs are too important to trust to a single basket."
Kelkii leans forward, brushing her bangs out of her face and locking her faded eyes on Favian's, "And I trust you're telling us everything you know about all this?"
"Since we're in this to save the city, make some DRAGONS happy, and pull your hoop outta the proverbial AND literal fire, how's about 15k? Only seems fair, ya ask me."
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Karnot pauses for Smiles to consider his offer and racks his brain for any recent uprisings, gang activity, ot similar weirdness going on in that area of town.
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Karnot stands from his stool to his full and glorious (for a halfling) height of 3'3" tall. His grey outfit is well cared for, if a bit worn at the hems. Pulling the hood over his messy brown hair, he retrieves his pack and rapier. Strapping his equipment in place, Karnot grins.
"Seems like a good start to the day. If we head out now, we can hit up the early birds and maybe shake a few drunk ones outta their fog."
Ellie thinks quietly to herself about any relevant rumors she may have heard recently.
Fezrik is a Ratfolk of average height and weight covered in a soft coat of red fur and sporting a pair of deep brown eyes flecked in reds and oranges. He also tends a rather striking hanging goatee that he preens frequently.
His standard attire is a stylish (by Ratfolk standards) black leather duster and a matching wide brim hat with a golden cord around it.
The duster incorporates a thick layered leather cuirass, also black. He wears simple leather gloves and straps of leather about his feet. Over his chest he wears a bandolier where he stores his extra bullets (24).
He keeps his extraneous gear in or strapped on his old backpack and his six-shooter in a lightly embroidered holster on his right hip.
"Quite the score,"mutters Fezrik,"Dragon gold, this bodes ill for us regardless the payoff. As far as interrogation is concerned I can always use practice."
Fezrik cracks his knuckles and proceeds to stroke his gratuitous mustache subconsciously.
Kelkii leans forward, brushing her bangs out of her face and locking her faded eyes on Favian's, "And I trust you're telling us everything you know about all this?"
"Don't be ridiculous. This is my city, it's in my best interest that it remain uncooked by dragon fire. You don't have to trust me to know I'm giving you everything I have on this. I'm even giving your group a head start before I send some of my less subtle associates to start extracting information a tad more forcefully."
"Since we're in this to save the city, make some DRAGONS happy, and pull your hoop outta the proverbial AND literal fire, how's about 15k? Only seems fair, ya ask me."
"I don't have all day to haggle. If you recover the gold in it's entirety and bring me the name of the people who stole it I'll give you the extra 5,000 you want. That's my final offer. Today is not the day to waste my time."
Karnot pauses for Smiles to consider his offer and racks his brain for any recent uprisings, gang activity, ot similar weirdness going on in that area of town.
Eventide is full of bandits and other ne'er-do-wells, it's no surprise that someone got robbed. Most people with anything worth stealing know to avoid the area entirely, unless they have strong sword arms or full spell books.
Ellie thinks quietly to herself about any relevant rumors she may have heard recently.
Local: You haven't heard anything about a dragon robbery, but that stands to reason. The merchant houses don't want the information getting out, and nobody in Eventide is keen to snitch.
There are, however, a few gangs of what might be described as bandits that operate out of Eventide, and are known for attacking people trying to cut through the neighborhood. This is a story you've heard a number of times before, the only difference is that this time someone important enough for people to notice got hit.
The Temple of Ostentatious Delights, a high end brothel and drughouse that exists in Eventide more to be away from prying eyes than because of the cheap rents, has a number of underground rooms they rent out with no questions asked. They're usually not particularly forthcoming with customer information, however. They're expensive but anyone capable of successfully robbing the Red Flame likely has resources.
Architecture: Eventide doesn't have as many tall buildings as the rest of the city, but a lot of the buildings descend far down beneath it. There are many entrances to Rat City, which is an unofficial ratfolk settlement in the sewers of Hyskos. There are also a number of basements, cellars, and other places where someone might hide out underground. Many of the underground nooks and crannies have been abandoned for decades, and have been overrun by underground monsters.
Engineering: Eventide is the most run-down part of the city. A lot of the buildings look virtually uninhabitable, and the ones that aren't full of squatters could make good hideouts (until they collapse and kill everyone inside). There's also enough tunnels and underground passages that it would be pretty easy for people to connect various buildings through the underground.
"I think we should start at The Temple of Ostentatious Delights. It's pricey, they hole people up without prying into their business, and it's just the sort of place people could hideout with that kind of money."
Ellie shrugs.
"I mean, that's just what I've heard. Seems like as good a place as any to start."
She angles and ear towards Ellie and raises a brow while listening before tilting her head back and forth a few times,"Hmmm... I guess that's all I'll ask for now, I'll start getting ready." Kelkii hops down from her chair, landing with a small bounce and smiles in the general direction of her group. The small woman starts gathering her things, then stops to stare at a blank paper before speaking in Favian's direction "Oh, do you know who planned their route and if they're around? Talking to them might be helpful if they aren't missing too."
"Always into the crusty a%$crack of this damned city,"Fezrik paces back and forth, the Temple's mention setting him on edge,"Lead the way, ladies. Gods be damned if I stroll into Eventide halfcocked at the helm of a headhunting party. These Thieves will know we're comin. Dragon gold isn't exactly subtle in appearance if memory serves."
Fezrik grins wickedly at Favian,"Thanks for the contract, Mr. Brood, always a pleasure."
The Ratfolk slowly saunters towards the door, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets. His ears remain quite alert as Kelkii continues plying Favian for information and he smiles wryly.
Quite the inquisitive minds we have. Hopefully we're all ready when we have to strike the hornet nest we're walking into.
Zoren folded his arms before him, listening intently to everyone before nodding his head in confirmation to himself. He had heard everything he needed to hear. "I'm good to head out when you lot are then, sooner we find them the sooner we get paid."
"Oh, do you know who planned their route and if they're around? Talking to them might be helpful if they aren't missing too."
Smiles loses his smile. A mixture of anger and fear takes hold of his face.
"Are you trying to be funny? In case it doesn't go without saying, you are not to make contact with any member of the Red Fire. Just so we're perfectly, unequivocally clear: if you go to the dragons I will have you killed myself. It will be messy and it will be slow, and it will still be a mark of incredible fortune on your part if I get to you first, because the merchant houses will not be nearly so merciful."
He seems to regain his composure.
"Now, if you're quite done eroding my confidence in your team, I have more thugs to assemble."
"Right. Off we go."
Ellie pushes off of the wall she's leaned against slightly to make her way out of the room.
"Hope you guys are ready."
She begins walking in the direction of the brothel in question as she mumbles under her breath.
"'Cuz I'm not."
"Yeah, yeah, sure, sure. Find the gold, bring you the thieves, get paid. Sounds good ta me!"
Karnot steps lively out the door at the head of their little band of treasure hunters.
Kelkii smiles warmly at Favian as she heads after the others, "Was actually going to ask if you could get a copy of the route for us from whoever it was, but I suppose you want us to just scour the whole city and waste precious time. Well, off we go."
Your group attracts suspicious looks, and little else, as you make your way across trench street towards the Temple of Ostentatious Delights. Your look is the right combination of dangerous and poor to avoid most of the trouble that finds outsiders in Eventide.
The brothel itself was designed to emulate a dwarven temple, something of a dark joke. The upper level is an imposing edifice crafted to the point of geometric perfection. Two great stone columns, hewn from living stone, flank the entrance. The great majority of the building, as with all dwarven buildings, lies underground.
A human woman in evening wear answers the door when you knock. Her age is beginning to show but she is still possessed of a timeless beauty. She looks each of you up and down without losing her smile. Unlike smiles, she at least gives the impression of being genuine.
Behind her looms a thick-necked half-orc with a grisly hanging scar, his muscles threatening to rip free of his skin at any moment. He wears a large axe on his back, and an old-style front loading pistol on his hip.
"Welcome weary pilgrims, to the Temple of Ostentatious Delights. Come in, come in, and we can discuss precisely which sublime pleasures would feed your souls."
She steps aside, to allow you entrance. Inside is a finely appointed foyer, decorated in a human style in contrast to the architecture, which is dominated by a grand staircase leading down.
Kelkii immediately grabs Zoren's sleeve and pulls him forwards with her, "Hello ma'am, this one's brother has a birthday coming up fairly soon and we were wondering about pricing for having him... have some privacy for a day or two. Possibly with some extra luxuries? He doesn't really like attention, so if you're expecting to have a lot of people during the time, we may have to go elsewhere. You know how the fancier people can be when they're indulging. Anyways, I was hoping the boys could look into the... well, the things I leave them up to and my female friend and I could talk other things over with you?" She keeps her head down, acting a bit embarrassed about the whole matter while still smiling slightly about it, faking minor excitement over planning the party.
She ushers you all in and closes the door behind her.
"It would be an honor and a privilege. I assure you this will be a birthday he will remember for the rest of his life. You need not worry about privacy and discretion, those are truly the virtues of our religion."
She laughs a little at her own joke.
"Gerhard," she addresses the half-orc bouncer "Show the boys here down to the lounge where they can get acquainted with some of our lovelies and explore what the nature of their preferences might be. The ladies and I will talk terms.
Gerhard leads the way down the stairs. They lead to a large underground room with a high ceiling. The room appears to be a cross between a tavern and a bedroom, with many many doorways leading off in different directions. The stairs continue down to deeper levels of the temple but the bouncer leads you into this room.
It is filled with, well, high class prostitutes. Not the kind of rundown poor souls one usually finds plying this trade in Eventide, but well dressed aristocratic-looking women. They are spread about the room, longing in deliberately sensual positions, and run the gamut of intelligent races.
There is only one man here, a human sitting in a far corner with two of the prostitutes, whispering.
"The boys* are one level down, if your tastes run elven," says the bouncer.
Meanwhile the madam leads the other women to a small sitting area just off the foyer. The chairs are heavily cushioned and softer than any chair you've ever sat in. The embroidery is halfling but the cloth is the finest gnomish cotton linen. She sits, and bids you join her with a wave of her hand.
"I can have a very private space made available. Soundproof, warded against scrying, lockable from the inside, more secure than a dwarven vault. It is a point of pride that we have never had an issue with one of our clients suffering unwanted exposure. If you could be more specific about your needs I'd be only too happy to indulge."
*Not literally boys, just male prostitutes. Just to be clear.
Karnot looks for a halfling, or at least a slim petite human, and begins to chat her up.
Assuming she doesn't come off as a complete idiot or addict, he will spend a bit of time before selecting her to accompany him to a room.
Once alone, he really turns on the charm.
"So, you must make a decent amount of coin in this place, right? I would expect lots of people are eager for your talents, as beautifu and charming as you are. Perhaps we could be friends even beyond a mere exchange of coins and pleasure. I do have lots of friends, you know, and am more than happy to do favors for them from time to time."
Karnot doesn't really try to negotiate a price so much as gauge her monetary standing. He gladly pays her for her time, and tries to make another contact to be called upon for information and assistance.
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gather information (asking about recent gang activity in the Eventide and anyone showing up surprisingly flush with coin when they should have been broke)
Ellie decides to play it quiet and goes out of her way to appear caught up in the stylings of the building, something not difficult for her to manage considering her almost obsessive interest in architecture. The halfling she was there with seemed much more capable of fast talking than her. She figured she would help most by listening closely and trying to catch any factual falsehoods she heard.
Ellie decides to play it quiet and goes out of her way to appear caught up in the stylings of the building, something not difficult for her to manage considering her almost obsessive interest in architecture.
Ellie happens to note that, while whoever built this place was intimately familiar with dwarven architecture, they likely weren't dwarves themselves. There are some innovative concessions to aesthetics that deviate from the standard template in a way dwarves would simply not tolerate.
"So, you must make a decent amount of coin in this place, right? I would expect lots of people are eager for your talents, as beautifu and charming as you are. Perhaps we could be friends even beyond a mere exchange of coins and pleasure. I do have lots of friends, you know, and am more than happy to do favors for them from time to time."
"Oh, you're adorable, but you don't have to worry about that. If this is some kind of test you can rest assured we keep confidences here."
Kelkii humms to herself as she looks at what little is in the range of her eyesight, "Privacy and security are my main concerns. They boys are picking out the... more risque things, let's use that word. I take it you don't worry about break ins? I doubt doors that lock on the inside are easy to weasel your way into..." She looks at Ellie as if she's forgetting something, then snaps her fingers, "Oh! Before we go much further, what currencies do you accept? We'll be paying in normal coin, but he's in trading and sometimes forgets what form of tip is good where after enough bottles of wine. Anything we should make sure he doesn't bring? I don't want anyone getting offended or him having to do too much digging in his pockets over something small like that." Kelkii lowers her voice, "To be honest, I think he does it on purpose to show off, but that's between us and these lovely chairs."
Zoren knew that his specialties didn't exactly lay with being an affable people person, so he busied himself by finding a relatively quiet place in the corner of the room so he could see most of what was going on. Briefly he turned his attention to the woman near him, grinning softly. "Don't suppose this place is looking or more workers hmm?" 'There was after all very few better hiding places than in plain sight. . . Once his question was asked his eyes drifted back out to the room, looking over to the man in the corner and examining him while at least trying to be discreet.
Ellie ponders the doors in question. Glancing over the architecture, she makes her best judgement call but says nothing yet.
Kalamir has been silent until now, a courier always knew when it was best to be heard and when it was best not to be. He had never gotten along with Favian Brood particularly well and allowing his fellows to do the talking seemed prudent. The job seemed a good one, albeit dangerous.
Now inside The Temple of Ostentatious Delights he finds himself once again out of his element. He was a classicly handsome elf, graceful, long limbed, taller, stronger of jaw, and broader of chest and shoulder then many human men, with a smile that melted hearts and eyes green as the forest itself. Of course his more human features meant many other elves thought him unpleasing to the eye. Still, having to pay for pleasure was not something he worried about.
He keeps his long cloak wrapped tightly around him in an attempt to conceal his weaponry and armour and sits across from the madam, taking a moment to brush the long black hair from his eyes.
He smiles at her and offers his respect "It's really quite an establishment you have here. Most places here in Eventide just let themselves go. You must have many wealthy clients to keep things in such a shape, which is even more impressive."
He considers how he might get a glimpse of some of the coin flowing through this place, what they were looking for would be easy to identify and signs of it being spent would suggest amateur thieves.
"Test? No, nothing so passe. I am merely looking to make friends in the area, and you seem like someone who would be a good friend. I know my talents and resources, and can be quite a useful and...discreet...friend. If you'd prefer, I could be a bit more direct behind closed doors, but if I am making you feel uncomfortable, forget it. I just thought we might be good assets for one another."
"Test? No, nothing so passe. I am merely looking to make friends in the area, and you seem like someone who would be a good friend. I know my talents and resources, and can be quite a useful and...discreet...friend. If you'd prefer, I could be a bit more direct behind closed doors, but if I am making you feel uncomfortable, forget it. I just thought we might be good assets for one another."
"Well," says the halfling woman "That's different. What sort of friendship did you have in mind?"
It takes some maneuvering, she really is quite reluctant to talk about the goings on the of "Temple", but eventually she lets slip that the man in the corner had been living here, essentially, for a week. Quite unusual. He had four other friends with him, but within the time frame of the attack they came back two men short, and the rest of his compatriots left soon after.
The very second she lets that last detail slip she realizes she has all but forfeited her life if caught, and will speak no more.
Kelkii humms to herself as she looks at what little is in the range of her eyesight, "Privacy and security are my main concerns. They boys are picking out the... more risque things, let's use that word. I take it you don't worry about break ins? I doubt doors that lock on the inside are easy to weasel your way into..." She looks at Ellie as if she's forgetting something, then snaps her fingers, "Oh! Before we go much further, what currencies do you accept? We'll be paying in normal coin, but he's in trading and sometimes forgets what form of tip is good where after enough bottles of wine. Anything we should make sure he doesn't bring? I don't want anyone getting offended or him having to do too much digging in his pockets over something small like that." Kelkii lowers her voice, "To be honest, I think he does it on purpose to show off, but that's between us and these lovely chairs."
"We deal only in gold, you understand. No scip, no bank notes, no credit, not even silver. In business such as ours gold is king. And your master can bring whatever pleases him, although we can provide all the necessities of life right here. If it is his wish he need only bring his libido."
I take 10 (for a 23) on Knowledge (Architecture and Engineering) to have some idea of the sorts of locks used in this place. And, of course, what it would take to weasel your way past them.
Dwarves make very strong locks, but this place doesn't look like it was actually made by dwarves. Their locking mechanisms are likely all show and no substance. If you could get a few minutes alone with one of the doors here, unless they have some surprises up their sleeves, it shouldn't too difficult to pick them.
"Don't suppose this place is looking or more workers hmm?" 'There was after all very few better hiding places than in plain sight. . .
The half-orc grunts.
"If you're interested in working here, then your brother can't afford this place." he says, matter-of-factly.
Once his question was asked his eyes drifted back out to the room, looking over to the man in the corner and examining him while at least trying to be discreet.
The man in the corner is well dressed, in fresh new looking clothes. He is visible drunk, but seems to be having a very good time. You don't see any weapons on him but you're not the kind of person who jumps to dangerous conclusions about things like that.
He smiles at her and offers his respect "It's really quite an establishment you have here. Most places here in Eventide just let themselves go. You must have many wealthy clients to keep things in such a shape, which is even more impressive."
She seems a little intimidated; civilized folks tend to get antsy around elves.
"You are too kind. Perhaps you would be more at home on the lower level with the other men? I'm certain you're missing out on some fun even as we speak."
Karnot tips the girl and smiles gently.
"You have no reason to be concerned. Like I said, I have many skills, and am quite competent in their use. One such skill is keeping my mouth shut, which is exactly what I will be doing. If you are ever in need, send me a message, and I will give you a hand. It's only the friendly thing to do."
Hopefully, Karnot is able to take advantage of her professional skills as time allows, after which he pays ans tips her quite generously.
Upon returning to the rest if the group, he relays his findings discretely.
Kelkii nods slowly, "I'll tell him to save showing off for when he isn't paying for services. Do you have a set price per night or should we meet with the boys and see what extras they picked for him? I honestly have no idea what men get up to, I just know they need to be babysat half the time... Oh, is there a time that you're expecting to be mostly empty? he'd prefer that. Less people to see him on the way in."
Kelkii nods slowly, "I'll tell him to save showing off for when he isn't paying for services. Do you have a set price per night or should we meet with the boys and see what extras they picked for him? I honestly have no idea what men get up to, I just know they need to be babysat half the time... Oh, is there a time that you're expecting to be mostly empty? he'd prefer that. Less people to see him on the way in."
"It all depends on whom he wants, for how long, and engaged in what activity. You expressed interest in one of our secret rooms before; these can be rented for as little as 50 gp an hour, or 1000 gp for the night. Of course, the price reflects the quality and discretion we are providing. It will be money well spent."
Zoren chuckles softly and turns his attention towards the Half-Orc. "Sadly I'm the lout of the family." He returns his attention back to the room at large, doesn't seem like anything was really going on that he could help with, so he sat and waited for the group.
Kalamir sighs after realizing the woman was one of them. People afraid of elves were not uncommon, but he had expected someone who ran a place such as this to be a bit more discrete about it. He decides to keep his mouth shut and his eyes open for the time being, letting his companions do the talking. His eyes dart around the room looking for anything out of the ordinary.
He focuses for a moment on the man in the corner.
When Karnot relays his information he whispers back "Should we go chat up our friend in the corner? Perhaps offer him a drink to get him talking?"
Kelkii nods a few times, "Would it be possible for us to look over one of the rooms? Well, for my companion to. Seeing isn't really my thing."
Ellie glances over when she's referenced.
"Oh, yes. I know exactly what to look for. I'm loving the authentic look you guys have going on in here. Actual Dwarven engineering, yes?"