Winds of Fate

Game Master Joy

Don't worry about speed. If there reaches a point where time matters, I will mention it. For the set-up, you can take as much time as you want to explore the carnival and get to know anyone you want. I will say that the next event won't be realized until morning.

The Kabob vendor thinks for a moment on Selkyon's question. "I know that I've seen a good number of bearded men and a few red-headed ones. It is likely one may have been both, but I can't say for certain."

The serving girl smiles at Ivar apologetically. "Sorry, but we don't sell wine."

"Have you noticed a red-bearded man lurking around the zoo, or the small animal exhibit? Or anything else suspicious?" Selkyon inquires, without much hope.

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 11 Making a second roll if needed

He approaches the 'meat vendor' behind Pelipe, 'A small one? This girl eats like a bird, it's not health to be so thin.' He jokes with her, "Eat girl, you vould not last ei single vinter on de jernbundne øyer , de Ironbound Islands."

"I'm eating!" she half whines with a gloomy stare afterward, but then a slight, mischievous grin follows to show that she knew it was a joke, all while picking a tiny bit at the meat stick. She ate SO much today for her own sensibilities. Ivar gobbles down three whole meat spears in an instant. On her face, a look of shock and horror--especially when he wipes off the grease on his doeskins.

After the stand
While happier yes, occasionally her eyes would flicker to where Ivar wiped off his meal grease and her casting fingers would wriggle as if she intended to cast a spell at him, but then she restrains herself and her hands will both wrap around her meat stick for salvation.

She then looks toward the crew quarters as if to distract herself and how there are numerous wagons and tents there. If he was anywhere, he'd likely be there, right?

"Do you think with our wristbands we would be allowed in that area?" she points ahead to it.

"Doubtful" - Raziel comments to Pelipe - "Which does not mean we cannot take a peek anyway" - he smiles - "Though honestly this is beginning to feel more and more like a wild goose chase"

earlier
'No wine in the entire carival?' "A pitty." Looking from the girl, to Raziel, "Ve vill have to get de wine at de Hostel, Ja?."

'She calls that eating?' Watching the girl nibble on her kabob, He notices the mischievous grin, and smiles, "Still, you eat like en bird. perhaps ve should call you sparrow." Shaking his head no, "Nei, sparrows are too plain, ve should call you Raven, for å matche det mørke håret ditt" He nods to her hair, "To match your hair."

now
Wandering with the others towards the 'Crew quarters' 'Would the wrist bands get us in? He looks from Pelipe to Raziel 'Probably not officially but I doubt if anyone cares.' Then looking back to Ghandy. 'And if Pelipe or Ghany wanted to spend the night in a Varisian wagon, it wouldn't be that hard to arrange.'

Smiling at some unspoken jest, Ivar shrugs. "If ve vant to valk through de vagons, no vone vould stop us. Let us find Almara and tell her vhat ve have seen. Den we can go back to de Hostel for to get Raziel some rødvin."

Ivar gets an actual blush from Pelipe, although it is hard to see as she averts her eyes at his Raven comment. A tale-tell hand will come up to her cheek and rest there a moment while she makes steps toward the booth ahead.

As they head toward the encampment, she nods with Raziel.

"I too feel this is a wild goose chase," she agrees, "but I want to do my due diligence and at least take a look around before settling in for the night. Although...I may do some work tonight for the carnival before bed if they will have me...maybe help clean some booths that have been cooking all day."

Her free hand will subconsciously move to her money pouch. With Ivar's affirmation, she will head that way and see if anyone tries to stop them.

By the stall

The serving girl shrugs apologetically at Ivar. "Drunk people are more likely to cause trouble and get handsy, so we try to avoid those problems."

The vendor replies to Selkyon. "Sorry, but no. I've been busy here at my stall at day.

Near the crew wagons

As you walk near the crew's encampment, it is obvious that they do have members standing guard at a few different points.

One will stop you all and ask what your business is if you attempt to enter the crew's wagon area.

"Why do you want to work for the carnival?" - Raziel asks Pelipe with surprise.

Her father always taught her not to discuss money, but she considered it was Raziel asking, so she thought for a moment and then answered, "I...I have goals. My whole life is here in this dwindling sack of coins." She shakes the back a little bit and very little movement is heard. "Every purchase takes me further from my goals. We have no mission, no job board quest awaiting us with a large payout, and I just want to relax and enjoy tomorrow to celebrate our defeat of a werewolf as I got to do nothing today except see one show. Working a bit tonight will give me the coin to do that." Logical. Short. Direct. He could see her tongue plays over her lip ring as she is definitely shy concerning the subject but doesn't linger to take any sympathy and continues on.

She doesn't answer the guard who stops them, but will definitely be the one closest to him when he does stop them. Perhaps others will have anticipated them getting stopped, but not her. She just continued walking until he had to step in front of her with a hand out.

Ghandy, running on a sugar high after leaving the sweets stand, dances around her companions as they make their way. She smiles blue lips at her friends from to the fluffy, cottony treat she recently devoured.

Approaching the guard, she says quickly while bouncing around, "It's fine to let us through Sweets. Almara asked us to look around after the escape this morning."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

'Yes why work for the carnival?' looking from Raziel to Pelipe. my life here in this dwindling sack of coins?' Hearing Pelipe's initial statement, Ivar turns and listens 'Further from goals? No mission? Coin to celebrate?' Shaking his head, he nears the girl, speakng softly, "Life is more enn de gold in your pouch. My pappa vanted a farm so he vent a raiding, I thought he vent for de gold to buy de farm, but aftervords he still vent a raiding, He vorked de farm for de family. but he vent a raiding for himself." Ivar looks Pelipe in the eyes.. "I hated de farm, so i live my life doing vhat I vant. You should too, ja" He pats his pouch "Ve have enough here for tommorow." He shrugs and smiles, "If ve run out, ve kan finne en båt and go a raiding."

Turning from Pelipe as Ghandy bounces about them, he rolls his eyes, "But ve may need en båt, er, a boat, vit no sugar. Or dat vone vill tip it over."

Watching as Ghandy approaches the guard and explains, Ivar nears and nods, he smile tightening a little, "Yes as my kompanjong has said, Almara is expecting us."

"Ivan is right" - Raziel adds to Pelipe - "Besides, would you not rather work at the library, or doing some other more scholarly activities?"

As they approach the guard, he just shakes his head and stays to the back of the group - 'We just keep looking for trouble...' - he ponders to himself.

Ivar's soft words certainly don't fall on deaf ears. He hit the nail on the head. His words seem to be invoking some sort of emotional response, but it's hard to tell how. All that can be seen is a deep sort of conviction on Pelipe's face as she not only stares into his eyes, but searches them for more answers as he goes. At his offer to use his own money to enjoy herself, for a moment only, there is the glossy coating of tears forming before they fade completely away. "Not quite the mindless barbarian I had taken him for at the onset of our journeys together."

Pelipe is an adult woman who is definitely not one to chase after men with physical qualities, but rather mental ones, and for such a connoisseur of women, he would certainly pick up that her attraction toward him increases in that brief moment before she nodded in answer and looked forward again deep in thought.

Raziel too added to the culmination of her innocent assault to the guard's authority to stop them, as she considered even Raziels words for a time. His were easier to deal with, however, as she would likely be fired for reading too much.

As for Ghandy, no, she doesn't even notice Ghandy's twirling or blue lips. Such things were common for the elf, and not enough to shake her from her haze. However, when Pelipe will notice, her blue lips may be a bit of a shocker.

The guard takes a moment to look down at your wrists before answering, seeming to take the bracelets as evidence of your words and then motions towards another carnival worker. One you all likely recognize due to his long red hair. "Zahn, escort these folks over to Almara's wagon, will you?"

Zahn nods his head at the guard's request and motions for your group to follow him. Assuming you all do so, he will lead you to the center of the small encampment to where Almara's wagon sits.

A small fire burns in a pit near the wagon and Almara is seated by it, talking to a few other carnival workers.

Raziel knows his talkative companions will soon strike up a conversation with Almara, so he just focuses instead on their surroundings - ever suspicious, he looks for any who may be lurking in the shadows, or otherwise avenues for their escape in case things turn sour for any reason.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

The half-orc seems to be distracted again, for some reason...

Pelipe's story touches Selkyon, but any more offers of financial support might end up embarrassing her instead of cheering her up. He simply smiles at her, and says soberly:

"If you need anything, we'll help you."

He follows the group to Almara's wagon, where he greets her with a respectful nod.

"Good evening, Almara. There were no more accidents during the performances," he says."No sign of a man with a red beard either. Have you or a member of the crew noticed anything suspicious during the day?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 7

Ghandy twirls up to Selkyon and smiles at Almara, "I really like that blue fluffy candy on a stick," she giggles as she puts her hands out toward the fire. "Ooohh, that feels good. Got any marshmallows? Oh, and notice anything missing?" she questions as she gets closer to the fire.

Before speaking to the guard
'A lovely woman, she needs to worry less.' Catching Pelipe's eye, Ivar gives a sheepish smile, not the same garish grin he gave the village girl the night before. Then quickly turning away nods in agreement with Selkyon, then approaching the guard.

after the guard.
'Ah our guide is one of the performers.' walking behind Ghandy and the guide, 'Was that candy on her lips?' He realizes Ghandy has blue on her lips. As she turns expressing her appreciation for the candy, 'Yep that's candy.' Raising an eyebrow, he smiles to himself, 'Well, have to admit, she is not inhibited to express herself.'

Approaching the carnival leader, Ivar introduces himself, "Good evening Almara, I am Ivar, I vas not vit my kamerater disse morgenen vhen you spoke to dem. Vil du fortelle om noen rare hendelser," he pauses for a moment. [b]"Pardon, tell of any unusual events?"9/b]

While looking around at his surroundings, Raziel becomes distracted as he spots the mermaid, now out of costume, sitting on the stairs leading to the back of another wagon.

Almara chuckles at Ghandy, "Sorry, no marshmallows here. By the end of a day filled with sweet carnival foods, we tend to be in the mood for other foods for dinner."

Answering Ivar's question, "Aside from the lizard escaping, nothing unusual happened, however there seemed to be a greater than usual number of usual events. It's not uncommon for small accidents occurring during any given day of carnival life, today just seemed plagued with more than the usual number of them. Most were dealt with quickly and efficiently by my crew, but it doesn't make us look reputable."

Ghandy, now enjoying the fire, listens to Almara answering Ivar's question. After some thought, she asks, "Do you think it is possible that some of these accidents were not really accidents. What I am actually asking is, do you think someone or a group is out to sabotage the carnival?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

There is a moment of shock when they approach the boss of the carnival. Almara's presence is just enough to shake her from her thoughts as she knows she needs to hear what she says. The shock comes from Ghandy attracting Pelipe's attention.

"What the..." "...her lips are blue? Oh, likely due to some food item with a high quanity of food coloring. Likely blueberries as it stains the lips and teeth. Oh goodness, please don't smile..."

She snaps her attention away from the elf to focus on the pertinent information being gathered. Right now it is useless greetings and formalities, of which, she does not take part and silently strikes up next to Raziel for a time. She is like him in some ways, although occasionally more vocal in some regards.

"If that's the case...malice loves to share..." she thinks to herself as Almara and the others speak. "No...not coincidences....wickedness. Most certainly. Planning. Execution. Concealment. It all seems like they wanted to get away with the perfect murder. But if malice shares, what will that look like in the future? Is there anyone else they hate? They got away with it once, why not again?"

"Make sure your guards are alert," she will eke out with a whisper. Granted, she is thinking and connecting data lines in her head but the way it comes out if very creepy sounding. The scary thing is, that in the light of the fire, she looks positively evil. Her dark-colored peasant outfit seems like a reaper's gown with its baggy nature. Her eyes, orange in color, shimmer in the light of the campfire looking nearly demonic, and her sensual features are strangely enhanced by her pale gaze of thought--innocent in origin, but very unnerving.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13 Not trying to intimidate necessarily. I'm just rolling for creepy effect.

Almara rolls her eyes at the ladies comments. "Of course I think it is possible, otherwise I would not have asked you to keep your eyes out for any odd or suspicious. I've already ordered increased watches over the carnival, especially the zoo wagons. I just cannot figure out any motive as to why someone, anyone, would be doing such things. It is not as if we have direct competition from other carnivals. I haven't had to fire anyone in over a year at the least, so unlikely to be a disgruntled former performer. I've never had problems with troublemakers from this town before, but you never know what kids can get up too."

Almara's hands go up in the universal gesture of "I don't know". "Maybe we are just having a unusual streak of bad luck. I just don't know for sure."

Ghandy pouts her blue lips at Almara'a eye roll. 'Just trying to help. Sheeesh!' she thinks to herself.

After a moment, she gives a yawn and a stretch. "Don't know about you, but I''m really tired all of a sudden. Should we call it a day and maybe ask the Sphinx tomorrow? Maybe she'll offer up some Divination we can use." She then offers a smile and look toward Raziel as she whispers, "Hey Raziel, I think that is your mermaid friend over there. You gonna go talk to her?"

ninja'd by Ghandy, will edit:

'The blue candy highlights Ghandy's mouth oddly, I wonder why she is pouting.' Nodding remembering the Sphinx, Ivar, adds, "I vould like to speak vit der Sphinx. If ve vill be searching tomorrow as vell, I may vear my chain shirt."

'Didn't someone say the red headed man paid a performer to 'entertain' unidetified persons in the crowd?' Ivar looks to the others, "Vhy vere ve looking for der red headed man?"

"Hmmmmm, nope - this is not neutral ground" - Raziel shrugs the notion away.

"Guess we can discuss it when we are back at the inn?" - he adds at Ivar, motioning to get out of the area.

"We'll figure it out," Selkyon replies to Almara, who seems every bit as extenuated and frustrated as they are. "We'll see you tomorrow, and keep our watch."

As the group starts to walk back to their rooms, Selkyon explains to Ivar why they are looking for a red-bearded man:

"He is the only lead we have so far. The Master of the Beasts said he got distracted from his duty by a human male with a long red beard asking him to entertain his friends in the small animals exhibition. He might have been trying to draw him away from the lizard's cage. Unfortunately, he appears to be long gone, and no one other than the Master of the Beasts has noticed him."

'Drawn away?' As they walk, Ivar asks Selkyon, "Perchance der is a second reason. Vhat vould be der reason to distract de people in de line of de small animals exhibit?"

Zahn will escort your group back out of the crew's wagon area.

You have no problems making it back to the inn you are all staying at. The inn seems to be busier than usual as the common room if full of people drinking and talking about all the excitement and performances at the carnival.

With a yawn, Ghandy says, "I think I am going to turn in for the night." She nods to her companions and moves to her room.

With all of the days events, she is a bit more cautious than usual and keeps an eye on her surroundings as she makes it to her room and when she enters.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

When in her room, she moves to the window and opens the curtain. She sits cross-legged as she watches the moon and stars. She starts her evening prayers to Desna.

Pelipe will remain silent the rest of the journey back, but coming into the inn, it tempts her to have a drink.

"It's still early enough. I'm not going to bed yet. I'm going to have a drink, but goodnight, Ghandy," she replies to the elf with a little nod.

She will move through the common room, catching eyes as she is a woman, despite her peasant garb. As she gets a drink of mead, she finds the drinks actually quite cheap and will end up taking three back to a table with two chairs other than hers. What the others are doing, she doesn't know.

'Drawn away?' As they walk, Ivar asks Selkyon, "Perchance der is a second reason. Vhat vould be der reason to distract de people in de line of de small animals exhibit?"

"I think that is the general consensus in the team Ivar" - Raziel pipes in as they walk - "One distraction to release the lizard, which may be to sabotage the carnival, or just as another distraction for something else, or... Nothing of significance at all, like kids and a prank" - he chuckles and shrugs - "At least it keeps us busy"

Back at the inn, he slinks silently next to Pelipe, calling the serving maid/man for a whisky - "Ivar, what are you having?"

When the beverages arrive, he takes a sip and smiles - "I needed this"

With a yawn, Ghandy says, "I think I am going to turn in for the night." She nods to her companions and moves to her room.

"See you tomorrow Ghandy" - he raises his glass as she leaves.

Despite the fact that a good many people stayed up late last night, the common room of the inn is quite busy for it being just the middle of the morning. Those of you who were trying to sleep in, end up being awakened by raised voices from downstairs.

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earlier
'Kids and a prank?' Nodding sagely at Raziels observation, "Busy is good, but it is dangerous to mix vor vit play, ja?" He looks at Raziel, "If en distraction, ve should find out vhy."

at the inn
'I'm not surprised, as energetic as she is all day long she must be worn out.' Nodding politely to Ghandy, "Have a good evening."

He watches as Ghandy heads to the stairs, then turns realizing Pelipe and Raziel had moved to the bar. Hearing Raziels question, he heads toward the bar, "Jeg tenkte på å prøve...' he pauses mid sentence. "My pardon, I vas thinking about trying de mead,"

Seeing Raziel and Pelipe moving to the table, Raziel sipping a whisky and Pelipe juggling three steins, he meets them at the table. Pulling out a chair for Pelipe and selecting another for himself, he raises an eyebrow and asks "Vere you planning on drinking all three?"

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After a couple of drinks, Ivar heads to bed reasonably early, excusing himself, "If ve are vorking tomorrow, I vould like to be at my best. Ha en god natt"

Having risen reasonably early, Ivar has put on his chainshirt and is in the process of buckling his sword belt when he hears the commotion downstairs and heads to investigate it.

Selkyon excuses himself early on, and goes straight to bed. Stripping of his armor, he sits cross-legged on his bed, letting himself fall into the deep meditation that some humans mistake for slumber.

In the middle of the night, he is awoken by loud voices on the ground floor. Unable to find back his focus, and suddenly anxious that something might be happening, he quickly straps in his armour, grabs his weapons and hurries downstairs.

"I got one for me and two for you," she answers Ivar, which is partially untrue. She had gotten them for herself, but seeing as Raziel has his own and Ivar wants some mead, she will "donate" two for the sake of his kind words earlier. She will be one of those who will stay up fairly late. Mostly because she wants to finish her drink slowly, actually enjoying it, but also because she has to take a bath from a long day of work, fighting in the mud with that farmer, and walking to and around the carnival. She feels disgusting. Sweaty. Probably smelling of the earth too. After that, she'll get to bed and many still will be up later than her.

The topic of discussion this morning is clear. Everyone is talking about a murder that occurred last night.

You may roll perception checks to overhear things being discussed or diplomacy checks to ask anyone a question.

Still in cross-legged prayer, Ghandy opens an eye when she hears commotion coming through her door. The other eye opens as she entwines her fingers and stretches her arms above her head. Still facing the window, she gives a brief smile to a brand new day. She rolls backward and to her feet, grabs her armor and dress and dons them quickly. She secures her starknife and few belongings and puts her bow around her neck. Opening the door she peers out and slowly walks toward the disturbance.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Selkyon quietly puts his weapons away, and listens closely to the conversations around him.

'What the hell is going on now...?' - Raziel got out of bed in a terrible mood because of all the racket. Or maybe because of too many whiskies last night. Could also be that...

He seemed covered in shadows as he walked downstairs with a look of anger at no one in particular, but at everyone in general. Spotting the others, he went to them, signaling the serving maid/man - "Coffee please. Strong. And a lot of it" - he snarled.

"Any idea why on earth we would have such a chaos at this hour?" - he asked his companions.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Clearly he is still half asleep. Coffee will help for sure.

"I got one for me and two for you," she answers Ivar, which is partially untrue.

lol, I wasn't sure what was going on so I figured asking would me more inclusive.

Selkyon, so sorry I forgot to speak to you in the post, I was in a hurry this morning and TWoF's post caught me off guard.

Last night
"One for her and two for me?' Looking around releasing Selkyon had headed off to bed, Ivar shakes his head, "I vas thinking dat one vas for Selkyon, but he must be off to bed. One vill be plenty for me" He nods towards Raziel as he Reaches for the nearest beverage, "Maybe Raziel will drink it."

Picking up the stein of golden mead, "Thank you." he lifts in in a toast, "en skål til livet." He then drinks chugs the mead, slamming the pewter stein on the table "Ahhh, det er god mjød." wiping the froth from his beard with the back of his hand, he stands, announcing his intentions to go to bed.

in the morning
I wonder what is going on.' After putting on his chainshirt and sword belt Ivar tucks his sax into his belt. Entering the hallway he sees Raziel descending the stairs ahead of him. Seeing the rest of the team in the common room already, Ivar moves through the room listening as he goes. Eventually Approaching where the others have gathered.

perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Pelipe couldn't care less to talk to others to find out what was going on, nor was she so attentive normally to figure it out. If anything, she learned the reason through analyzing the patterns of behavior and small snippets of words here and there.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Upon seeing the others come down, she will wait to hear what they have to say, feeling ultimately more comfortable speaking to them.

When the wait staff brings coffee, Ghandy asks, "What's all the fuss? I heard the word murder. Do you know what happened? Or, at least, who brought this news?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

Everyone hears the general talk of a murder and how gruesome the scene was. People do love a good spilling of blood.

Ghandy chats with the serving maid who brings her coffee and the maid is more than willing to share some of the details of the gruesome murder, somehow managing to be both aghast and gleeful at the same time. "Archivan Walder was found dead this morning. His room was all torn up, but as torn up as his body was. Rumor has it another one of those animals from the carnival escaped again, but this time it managed to kill someone. People are saying it was that sphinx who did it. Can you just imagine that? I wonder if she asked him a riddle first and then flew into a fit of rage and killed him because he couldn't answer it."

No worries Ivar! :) He would have been the type to go straight to bed anyway

Noticing that Ghandy appears to interrogates the locals, Selkyon picks up his own cup of coffee and scoots a little closer to listen to their conversation.

"Hello, Ghandalia," he greets his friend. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help but overhear what has transpired last night. Archivan Walder was murdered? I can't remember hearing that name before," he says, his last words ringing like a question directed to both women.

'Murder most foul? Who the heck was murdered?' Walking through the common room, his left hand resting on his sword hilt, his right resting on the head of his paired axes. Ivar approaches his friends, just in time to here Selkyon asking who Archivan Walder was. Looking from Selkyon to Ghandy then the server just as Selkyon picks up the hot bitter liquid. "That's a good question.'

Once the server answers everyones quesiton he asks, "Mistress, might I ha some porridge, vit a little honey and cream please."

"Oh, of course. You're from out of town, so you've likely not herd of him before. He owns, or rather owned and ran The Locked Box, the largest pawn shop in town and he was also a moneylender. I'll be right back with your porridge sir. Would you like any raisins in it as well?"

'Raisins?' Smiling Ivar nods his head, 'yes' "Ja, dat vould be vonderful."

As the server leaves, Ivar scratches his head. "So der people of a villiage vhich vas just rid of verevolves, automatically assume a beast-like attack came from der carnival?" He looks to Pelipe, "I vould like to see der body." Then to the others, "Do you tink der folks who hired us vould let us see it?"

"I think so," she will answer Ivar. "Despite our clear success in handling those wounded by the werewolf and isolating any injured, perhaps this was caused by earlier attacks? I suspect something different altogether. Something wicked...," she trails off in thought a moment, then snaps back,"...in any case, it is best not to jump to conclusions. We should probably go speak to the town guard and tell them we are available to investigate or lend aid for hire. Perhaps he or she has heard of us. We can head there after breakfast."

It was clear that she looked a bit more rested than the night before. Even her voice seemed less tired and a bit more chipper, despite her rude awakening. Murder always seemed to get her creative juices flowing faster. Small details on her that were previously wild were now put back in their place. Her hair and looks more befitting a woman rather than some girl from the backwoods.

When the waitress comes by again, she will order some potatoes, carrots, and mushrooms with a little bit of porridge--all poor-people food, yet enough to fill her up for the activity of the day. Fortunately, she no longer smelled like sweat and mud, but rather the fragrance of scented soap emanates from her locks and her skin. Another day of walking in the sun and, who knows, maybe combat, she would once again return to her room filthy. Such was the life of an adventurer.

"I see you mean business today," she idly comments toward the now fully equipped Ivar.

Finishing her coffee, Ghandy states very officially, her usual lively personality absent,"Yes, let's talk to the guard, but first I'm going to ask around and find out what kind of person this money lender was."

Ghandy seeks out the Innkeeper or somewhat else with authority in the inn and asks, "So I heard about Archivan Walder. I mean everybody is talking about it. So, could you tell me a bit about him? How long has he owned the shop? Would you say he was a good man? Was he well liked? Did he run a fair business? Any good friends in town? Or, more important, any enemies?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

"Guys, guys, guys, wait a second..." - Raziel frowns - "What is it to us? A guys was killed, yes. Unfortunately it happens more often than most of us would like, but... Why are we chasing this?" - he adds - "Just because someone is hinting at the fact it may be related to the carnival? Seems pretty thin, no?"