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Poke? We go for the Sewagers?

So if we have now rested long enough, I believe I should heal 5 HP.

Nursing a few bruises, Ada speaks in a chipper tone. "Good morning everyone, it's another beautiful day in which we may be mangled by an unspeakable tentacled horror from heck-if-I-know-where, and our best lead has been brutally dispatched by that very same. But we can still investigate those Sewagers? And let's just be frank, it's a beautiful name. I would love to call my daughter Sewage, and that's why I'll never have kids unless I do. Other ideas?"

Looks like another of those situations where everyone is waiting for everyone, I apologize as it may be my fault.

Sorry about the delay.
"This sword looks quite expensive. Possibly beyond standard Watch issue. Doesn't explain the dogs, though."
Ada pockets the weapon. "I'll give it back as soon as possible."

Ada splutters as the poison is washed off her system. "The guardsman! We should check if... I don't know, he was somehow attacked for a reason. Reckon he was the one to leave blood all over the place?"

If I can act before bed, I'd go back to the guardsman and search the corpse.

Kuldra, shouldn't you be at full health? I healed everyone before going to sleep.

Wincing in pain, Ada tries to fight the venom coursing through her body, but her muscles are not responding, contracting wildly..

GM, know you're busy so just a ping, we're ready to move.

Ok then, assuming that Orson's dog is within reach without provoking AoOs

With a wordless grunt, Ada whirls her greatsword like a ribbon dancer moves cloth, bringing the blade heavily against the dog threatening the wizard.
Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
Damage: 2d6 + 9 ⇒ (3, 5) + 9 = 17

Am I in range to hit Orson's dog, or able to get there with a 5' step?

Is anything straightforward in this city?
Drawing her greatsword from its sheath, Ada steps next to Kuldra. "Yidhra, ignore this prayer!"

Casting bless

I don't think it's a good idea, so I'll follow.
Strapping her shield back on her back, Ada goes with Kuldra.

"Only one way to find out."
Opening her eyes to magic, Ada whistles at the dog. "Come here, boy! Does it hurt? Let's get you patched up a bit."

Detect magic on the dog.

Ada stifles a yawn. I hate bedbugs.
"Ready as can be" she says, not motioning to draw any of her weaponry but readying her shield.

"Inn sounds lovely, let's head there. Tomorrow I still think we should look for this Guild of Sewagers and Ironmongers. Nothing like some sewage to start off a great day."

Ada catches her breath. "Something... not nice. Terribly unpleasant, I'd say, not even introducing itself. Good thing we got some info from Larua before she shuffled off her mortal coil."

She fishes a wand out of her belt and starts waving it around. "Are you hurt, Orson, Kuldra? It's best to heal those who are healthy, of course, way easier. But sometimes it can be worthwhile to mend wounds."

"Shall we check out this Guild? Or try to fetch information about that... thing? Or both? Or none?"

"Getting hurt... is necessary... for recovery!"
With a grunt, Ada tries to push herself free from the tentacle.
Grapple: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Swift to proclaim a Judgement of Healing, gaining fast healing 1. If I break free, free action to draw my greatsword (Quick Draw).

With a grunt, Ada drops the bow and attempts to break free but gets tangled up in the slimy tentacles. "What in the name of insanity is this thing?"
Grapple check: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Ada's mind wondersat the nature of the beast, but her body reacts instinctively. Bow and arrow in her hands, she lets loose at the horror without thinking, acting on pure reflex.
Attack, Composite Longbow: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Unwatching Gaze, what was that?
Ada hurries towards the back, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever caused that noise.
I was already outside.

Noticing the shadow, Ada raises a finger to her lips and tip-toes out of the shack, ready to draw her blade.
Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

Sorry too, it just kind of fell under the radar as I was waiting after my last post.

Ada racks her mind for anything else Larua could be able to help with. So many questions flood her mind that she can't grasp any, so she goes off a tangent, clinking another gold piece on the table.
"If you can speak with spirits, then, what can the spirits tell us about Bill's death?"

"And did your watching him closely reveal anything weird?"

Ada waits for Larua to answer before butting in with more questions of her own.

"Ontological and empiricist, interesting combination. So, about the business at hand."
Ada produces the old flyer. "This was found while investigating the murder of Mister William Hughe, also known as Old Bill, in East Ending, together with the emblem of the Guild of Sewagers and Ironmongers. Can you tell us anything about any of that?"

As she starts speaking, I'll use my detect lies ability.

Ada cocks her head to the left, looking inquisitively at the seer, before tossing a gold piece on the table. "All of us, on city business, but I have a question for you before we start. How did you look before your mother and father were born?"

She steeples her hands, waiting for the old woman's answer to the koan to judge her character.

This is not a poke for Kuldra.

"Eh, I've eaten worse than what they sell here. At least I think. Looks precarious, though, like a gust of wind could send it tumbling in the Skew."
The woman approaches the stall, knocking at the door. "Is this place as uninhabited as it looks? We'd like to ask you some questions!"

"Poison of some kind. But I don't know much about alchemy, do you?"
She scratches her head, looking at the symbol and judging their options.
"If this flyer is thirty years old, then the chances that this Laura is still there, and still alive are close to none. And it could likely just be some worthless advertisement from the days of yore, stuck there and forgotten. Yes, I'd say it's our best chance."

Waiting for Orson?

Ada puts her lockpicks back with a short thankful prayer. Thank you, Lady Yidhra, for letting me find a clue in our most obvious lead, such a logical and evident thing that only You could make it happen.
"Oh. This is disturbing, to say the least. Something child-sized again. Has anyone seen this sigil before?"
Knowledge(local): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

If Old Bill kept a child locked in here and abused them, they would have motive enough to murder him.

She then picks up the clay bottle, sniffing it suspiciously. "Videam venenum" Casting Detect Poison

"Videas magiam."
Opening her eyes to the supernatural, Ada scans the cart.
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

"No, they sold the tools on the cart, then kept the cart itself as a paint holder. Isn't it right, Mr. Schimp?"

Fascinating. Something so apparently irrelevant is our most important lead. The paradox is glaring.

"You very likely came out better. Mind telling us exactly what this thing is, what it does? What part of which machine it may be? Oh, and I'd like to see the cart."

Back at the presentations
A tall woman wearing an old, tattered coat approaches you. On her back are several pieces of weaponry, from a greatsword to a longbow, and at her neck is a scarf in wildly clashing colours, completely out of tone with the rest of her outfit.
"Howdy, gentlemen. Ada Hopper, formerly in the force, now a priestess and a bounty hunter. Pleased to meet ya."

Now
"Good morning, Mr. Schimp. We found this gear, along with a receipt with this place's name on it, during investigations on a case. It's most likely a coincidence, which is why it's the lead we're following. So, mind telling us what it is?"

Ada hopper primed and ready, I'll go read all that's happened until now.