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Fauhra nods. "Worth try for sure. Sounds like plan." She then heads back to bed, but thinks of something before actually reaching her sleeping spot. "Bones," she adresses Karthus, "You can keep eye on them, yes? Not need sleep?"

"I not know if clerics are susceptible to blackmail much, Moira." Fauhra comments. "Perhaps we extort some information, or show people that these criminals have not good interest of town at heart."

"So what's the plan, Moira?" Fauhra asks

Fauhra leans against the doorpost, folding her arms over eachother. "This no fun, when both surrender instantly. I had hoped for sports."
She looks over to Karthus. "When did you get reasonable, giving chance of surrender?" Her wide smile indicates she's making a joke.

Fauhra brings the gatekeeker's wife to the jail with Willow, where she locks her up. During her patrol with Moira, she discusses how the wife acts as an example of how people will be punished if they don't comply with rules, and asks Moira's input on what conditions should be met before she's released again, while tring to looks intimidating to any passersby.
Intimidation: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Obviously, her preoccupation with the discussion with Moira, and no real target to intimidate, isn't doing much to make this woman look especially intimidating.

She acknowledges the night mission and goes to sleep herself, expecting Moira will explain more once they are actually ready to go, as she hears stumbling through the room she's sleeping in.
Perception: 1d20 + 10 - 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 - 10 = 7
Quietly she sits up and then walks up after the two men.
stealth: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

"Do not worry. He is not dead" Fauhra says as she casually steps over Denton in the direction of his wife.
"Perhaps you now see why is important to keep gate closed?"

Fauhra steps up to Denton and hits him with a flat palm and then her elbow in quick succession.

Flurry of Blows: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21 Non-lethal Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Flurry of Blows: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24 Non-lethal Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Fauhra easily dodges past Denton, and ends up next to his wife.

I acted it that jumping through the window and moving past denton was 1 turn, 2 move actions, and then the attack is my second turn

"Sorry," Fauhra says to Denton as she makes to move past him, once again showing her open palms and the fact she wields no weapons. "I tried to give warning."

Even before all the glass has finished tinkling to the floor, Fauhra jumps through and is looking for the Gatekeeper's wife.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

"Use scythe for window, please?" Fauhra asks Clarice.

Fauhra looks the house up and down. "Smash window, gain entry. Stun wife. Bring her with for jail." She shrugs. "I warned him."

Fauhra looks ot Clarice, her eyes still glowering. "What you want to do first? Make Gatekeeper see foolishness of way, or help Moira?"

Fauhra glances over to where the gatekeeper's wife was standing earlier, before glancing back at Denton, still towering over him. "You better start talking, and talking lots."

intimidate: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Sense motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Fauhra's demeanor changes on a dime, and her previously friendly face casts a dark shadow now. She raises herself up to her full height once again, and her cloak rustles as if a breeze flies through it, though none can be felt.
"Do not try to fool me, gatekeeper. Things go not well for people who try to play me for fool."

"You must tell of ghost!" Fauhra encourages. "I like good stories."

"Ghost of gate? This is good story, yes?"

"Look," Fauhra says, and she gestures as if presenting a future right ahead of them. "Archbaron smart man, who know why he chose to do as he chose? We must trust he has best interest of city in mind."

Fauhra turns to face Denton again.
"Come, let me help you. Fix gate, keep it closed. Keep yourself and your wife free from jail - Lady in armour is nasty, and you don't want her as enemy, see? If you have questions on policy, write to baron, or ask audience. You can ask yourself."

She bends down a little so she can look denton in the eyes.
"But you cannot do so if you are locked up, listening to cries of your wife as armoured lady tortures her."

Fauhra straightenes up again. "Be smart. Keep gate in check."

"Archbaron has many decrees." Fauhra says. "Which one you think is stupid?"

"Town has fallen to hard times." Fauhra agrees. "But honor still to be found. Transition period just difficult, I think."

She looks at Denton. "What can I do to restore faith in town honor?"

"City not pay you?" Fauhra asks. "Who did money before Moira was in charge of laws here?"

Fauhra opens her palms, showing a non-agressive stance in which she obviously wields no weapons. However, at the same time, she moves forward, making sure she stands between the door and doorpost.

"I understand your point." Fauhra says. "Taunting armoured lady is always fun."

She moves to throw her arm around Denton's shoulders, continuing as if she's a friend giving good advice. "You see though, her job is make sure rules are obeyed. Your job is take care of gate. Rule of gate is stay closed, so if gate open, you not obey rule."

"That makes dangerous for you. Armoured lady may get annoyed, decides to jail your wife until you prove you can watch gate again. I would watch gate before she thinks of that."

Fauhra guffaws. "Hah!" They got you there."

She steps back in and knocks at the door again.

"I wish to introduce esteemed colleague and leader," Fauhra says. "She has opinion to say on open gate."

Fauhra then steps aside, showing Moira standing not far from her.

Fauhra looks about. "No men running yet?" She had expected the guilty party to make themselves scarce after her 'announcement'. "Then we ask guard who is supposed to keep gate closed."

"You know what else I like about Baron's decree?" Fauhra keeps the conversation going as they're walking to the gate. "I now not have to think on revenge, or how to kill bonehead for being bad at working in team. I can rest, no stress. Think only ahead," and she raises her voice for the next bit of the sentence, for all the gate guards to hear. "Like about how gate is open while should be closed."

Fauhra laughs heartily at Moira's joke.

"Boar man tried kill me, but he could not. I can take toe stub."

"Who think skeleton would be so hot-blooded." Fauhra says, off-handedly.

Showing she isn't phased by Karthus' cursing, she tells him "And you not have to be like me. You couldn't." she pauses for dramatic effect. "I have flesh."

Grinning over her own joke, she continues. "All I want is to be sure you not stab me when I make joke. And now I am sure, because I don't think you want to be trophy in manor."

Turning to Moira, she says, "Only way to get on list is to get us killed. Keep us in one piece, you not on list for trophy wall. I think is fair deal."

Fauhra nods, and turns to leave, tapping Clarice on the shoulder to get her to come with. "I will see you at jailhouse, yes?" she asks Moira. "We have reason to keep bard locked? Or he can go free?"

"Like still water." Fauhra nods.

Fauhra takes a while thinking over Razelago's words, but Clarice's comment snaps her back to the point at hand. Having calmed down by the demon's honeyed tongue, she explains calmly.

"A member of your staff was murdered today by skeleton who is not vowed allegiance to our cause. No, it hid its mind from you and the rest of the group, posing as minion of Moira. Moira, while she has sworn allegiance to our cause along with the rest of us, seems to have found this assault on your staff justified, even boasting about it."
She sighs, and clasps a hand on Clarice's shoulder. "Clarice is right. We may not fight for all that is good, but we fight together. How can I know that Skeleton is part of our cause, or that skeleton has enchanted Moira to do its bidding? And even if skeleton is joined with us, this temper of it and Moira is troubling."

She looks over her shoulder at Moira, before continuing to adress Razelago. "Maybe Moira find me annoying for bringing you this news, and for my suspicions. What says I am not killed while sleeping?"

"I understand sacrifices must be made some time. But this was murder, for no good reason, and it is not good for trust inside group. I cannot work if I must think of allies stabbing me in back. And I look not so powerful and fearsome when I look over shoulder at allied daggers all the time."

Fauhra turns and walks down the stairs to help Clarice up, before taking the stairs two steps at a time.

"I know. Something has come up I think is important." Fauhra replies. "I think it only fair for everyone to join, before I explain."

Fauhra takes note of the upstairs windows, and notices they seem to be free of any obstacles as well, before following Moira in through the ground floor window and then moves up the stairs.

Fauhra leads the group to the ash house, where she knocks on the door.

"Well, I think we need explain to employer how one of their agents died in unfortunate accident involving too many sass and casual murder."

"I understand." Fauhra says. "I will not make same mistake." She seems perfectly relaxed as she turns around, talking to Clarice. "Come, little one. Your help is needed." Looking up at Willow, she adds "You're welcome to join us, too."

"Yes. I'm sorry." Fauhra states, in common. "Mage should of course go frontline to take hits, and throw out every spell they have when they see commoner look strangely."

She remains in place. "I also not realize you bought sole right to... 'snarky comments'."

Fauhra looks at Moira's mace, and continues in elvish, knowing almost everyone in the room understands it anyway and it is so much easier for her to speak. <"You feel threatened?"> she says, noddinf her head at the weapon on the table. <"I really thought you more intelligent. I thought you could keep in mind venerable people are just a bit more frail.">

<"It would also seem your skeleton friend could be a liability to the success of our venture here. If a single insult by one of his allies is enough to get him to fly into a rage, I can't imagine how things would go if we try and negotiate with adversaries.">

<"Insult equals death?"> Fauhra replies, still in elvish, while picking up the scythe and closing the door. <"Good to know.">

She walks over to Clarice, and hands her her scythe back. "<Take care of your father.>" she says to her before continuing her conversation with Moira.
<"So if I would see the murder of Ilvara as an insult, you wouldn't mind me destroying the skeleton?">

Fauhra turns back to Moira, her stance still relaxed. "<So you ordered your minion to start a bar fight with the Matriarch? I can scarcely see the use in that.>"

She turns around, bodily picks up Clarice, and puts her on a chair. She then moves in the direction of the scythe, which is still lying in the doorframe.

Fauhra remains still, her posture seemingly relaxing.
"Por Moira osaes caes maelaeryl sai cor Ailasae? Shia shyr mi pai sar?"

Fauhra freezes, she closes her eyes for a long moment and then calmly turns back to Clarice.
"Si colaer caes? Aezal air sai ti vaeri."
<They killed her? Explain it to me please.> - in elvish

"Young lady, you get up and sit in chair. What would father say if he see you?" Fauhra commands.
Hoping to have a moment before needing to concern herself with the tiefling again, Fauhra rounds on Moira. "How Matriarch die, what happened with table? Mimic?" Without waiting for an answer, she immediately continues. "You should be supervision. Diplomacy states strong survive, and group is stronger than alone." gesturing at Clarice to emphasise her point.

"Accident?" Fauhra exclaims in surprise. "What acci-" and then she is interrupted by a loud crash.

She briskly walks over to Clarice, picks her up by the shoulders and sets her back on her feet, then continues to hold her to prevent her from keeling over again. "What happened to you?" Fauhra asks, her voice tinged with anger and worry at the same time.

Fauhra hands Mr.Ingoe the letter back and goes back to eating her rabbit stew. "Yes. We make 'friends'. Now what is this hospice and what trouble it has with our fine ruler?"

She looks around "And where is little girl and Matriarch?"

Fauhra reads the letter, and without anyone to pass it on to, she folds it and holds on to it.

Fauhra Takes the stew from Willow, and starts eating from it while still leaning against the doorway, and looking on to the local. As she takes her first bite, her cloak rustles as if catchign a draft.

Fauhra looks at the local, lets out a short, dismissive snigger and leans herself against the doorpost, looking expectantly at Moira.

'I wonder how he expects to walk out of here with a deal in gold, instead of getting to keep his life in exchange for the information', she thinks.

Fauhra looks into the bard's cell. "Why is he still here? He has given information, yes?" she asks, pointing to the bard as she walks into the office with Moira.

"You are filled with bright ideas." Fauhra compliments.