After a night at the Green's Rest you all arrive for a meal at the dining room of Green’s Rest, known for their delicious cinnamon honey (the locals speak highly of the place).
An elf walks in, nimbly stepping around some chairs that was in his way. He wears black leather armor with a rapier on his hip and a pair of daggers on his chest. He has a seat with his back to the wall. His eyes are always shifting from one person to another. He orders a meal and a drink.
"Thank you friend, The name is Q'lee." As he takes a sip of the wine.
Augar sat in a chair near a fire. He had arrived a while ago and was warming up a bit of his hands as the beer and ale here was cold. It was an amazing contraption that he was jealous of.
The reddish-brown haired dwarf with gray eyes looks over to the man who came in all bruised and bloodied. He humped as he lifted his cool ale to his lips and drank in some of the golden liquid and wondered if they put some berries or possibly the cinnamon in it if it would enhance it's already sweet and full-bodied, but maybe that kick of cinnamon would improve it. He let the thought settle as he observed wondering what the drunk fighter would either drink until he passed out or if he would pass out form pain.
Zirul walks in Don't mind me, just setting up, had to take care of a simulacrum.
Zdravko gets a raised a raised eyebrow as he orders a hard drink so early in the morning, but, no questions asked, he gets it with his breakfast. Otherwise the two owners are busy serving. You notice Duric pestering Zel (both are co-owners of the place) about something. Duric then comes to your table, producing a sheet of paper. "Does this map belong to you? After this little brawl here we found this map. There was no one else staying here overnight, so, it belongs to you, or?"
Seeing their faces he shrugs and continues, "just keep it, there are a lot of rumours in town about a map. So, if you find something, come back and give us your business," he adds with a smile and a wink.
At the top of the map you recognize a glyph at the top, where a map title would be glowing in a pale gold.
Augar blinks at the man then at the map and comes over to inspect it.
[b]"I heard mention of a map?" he says as he looks at it wondering want it is. You never know it could be an old Dwarven Ruin.
Taking a quick look at the map.
That's nice piece of parchment.
Rumours about a treasure map have been all over the city, all of you have picked up a bit.
You remember, a bit, that someone had to break up a fight on the streets...it turns out the “genuine treasure map” they were fighting over was an old scrap of newspaper!
selling the real treasure map, but you don’t want to know what they’re asking.
"This city is gone treasure map crazy. The other day I saw someone get arrested for try to steal an old scroll at a bookstore. It would be quite funny if this is the map everyone is truly after."
Zirul is not only from Waterdeep, but killed the simulacrum in Winter in that book.
"I heard of pirates seeking and losing a map. This could be it" He says reaching up to stroke his chin.
Stay clear of three daggers alley, or if you do, get ready to fight flying daggers.
'Flying Daggers ye say?" Augar rubs his chin and then strokes his beard."Wonder if we capture 'em if we can master 'em" He says wondering if that were possible and if not if one could disenchant them and then reenchant them to fly upon the master's command.
"I have nothing better to do right now, lets see if the map is real. I just need to grab my gear from my room."
Q'lee finishes his last bite and heads for his room. Once he grabs his bow and pack, he quickly returns to the group.
This squat, three-story house is the only building with round windows and side stairs in the area. It’s bordered on both sides by other residences.
'Seems a simple building" He says looking at the building with a builders' eye scrutinizing it thoroughly.
'Is that the one?"He ends up asking taping the nearest person next to him with his gauntleted hand.
A teenage boy answers the door “no more, uh, um, v-visitors.”
"Watcha' mean by more visitors lad?" He asks a bit concerned for the child.
"Have others come 'ere before? And are you Alright?"
"No, no, no one h-has been here, ev-everything okay."
"You seem a little out of sorts child, are you sure every thing is fine?"
"EV- EVERYTHING IS FINE HERE, NOTHING HAPPENING!!!!!>" the boys answers, shouting quite loudly. Then you hear feet moving around in the house, they seem to move away.
Q'Lee draws his sword and gets ready to rush in when the door is open.
You shove the poor boy aside, you get a glimpse of a man running down the stairs as he vanishes into the basement. "Run, run, the watch!"
Q'Lee gives chase
You give chase and follow, through what must have been a secret door, now standing open. As you follow you enter the sewer system, but the men split up. You occasionally get a glimpse of one man, but they seem to know the sewer system better then you and they manage to loose you. Frustrated you make it back to the house.
WHen Q'Lee returns to the house and finds the boy.
"So what was that all about boy, What did te men want and do you know who they were?"
"I,I'm no-not tellin a-anything."
The boy looks to the ground, "hm, hm, maybe you are right...."
Huffing and puffing Augar having gone down the stairs and then back up and is now shaking his head.blast it all I am too old for this running around"
Augar flashes a dour look but doesn't say anything. He instead folds his arms and strokes his beard as he scowls.
"Help can only come if you ask. So why don't you tell us what is going on."
Q'Lee is right, we can help you
Looking at the elf, the boy opens up: "I just joined the crew. Pay is good, but smuggling makes some on, although, not really something the city watch likes to see happening here. I am only the lookout, to make them aware if the city watch approaches. Might have not been my best idea to join them."
"Just remember crime does not pay.....some of the time."
"What items where they bringing in?"
He shrugs, "no idea. I just joined and they did not let me in on all their doings."
He looks at the symbol, "what is this?"