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Let's not forget the cloak of Thassilonian make and bills of sale showing the traffic of Thassilonian artifacts, Metumé adds while displaying said cloak and trusting that the bills of sale are in the cart rather than digging around for them.

As a last ditch to get any more information from the Aspis agent, Metumé tries to hum a tune she thought she heard at the Grand Convocation. Realizing she can't even keep in key, she very quickly halts and finishes her part of the interrogation with, Be sure to say hello to the Chelish lady for me, yes? And be more careful next time, I'm sure she wouldn't want the scandal of her makeup being on your collar, it would give her such a reputation, which I'm sure she wouldn't appreciate in her line of work...

Untrained Perform: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Bluff: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22

Disguise: 10 + 8 = 18
Nobility Aid Another: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Noticing something out of place on Sloan's attempt at an immaculate appearance, Metumé points it out to the rest of the party, Did we catch you at a bad time, Sloan? Busy with a lady friend before you were called out here? Or do you just enjoy the scent of balsam and incense in your make-up?

One more comment like that and we'll see just how sharp my tongue is when testifying about your little kidnapped pathfinder in court. Metumé shoots back, grin still plastered on her face but eyes hardened to a cold, steel rage.

Intimidate Aid: 1d20 + 10 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 10 + 4 = 28

Matter of fact, my good knight, Metumé says with a wicked smile, forked tongue darting from her mouth momentarily to lick her lips, I found lots of information on his accomplices. Really Sloan, you must do better at hiding your correspondence next time. I know a fee people who will really love to know more of the players behind the attack on the Grand Lodge...

Bluff: 1d20 + 14 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 14 + 4 = 27

Maybe he'd stop his bluster if you showed him the writ, my good knight, Metumé suggests with an exasperated sigh, let him know he's no longer in the good graces of the city and stop with the unenforceable threats. As it is... she adds rummaging through the cart before pulling out the cloak as well the coins from the dig site and displaying them for Sloan to see from a safe distance, we have plenty of evidence showing your illegal sale of goods from Thassilonian historical sites for our purposes.

Taken aback by Agraic's sudden fluent use of Taldane, Metumé takes a moment to compose herself before jumping in on the ruse. We found plenty of evidence and know exactly where you're targeting, best to give up the jig now, Sloan. And maybe we'll see if we can put in a good word with the Council of Ushers regarding your other illicit activities if you cooperate.

Bluff: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Metumé has nothing else that she has a pressing need to search, so all she'll be doing is looking through the desk until it's time to go.

Welp, we'll be taking that cloak then, as well as that specifically marked item as well, she states matter-of-factly as she grabs them and tosses them to Thokzazt. Don't know what else might be of interest, but I saw a desk back there that caught my attention, she offers as explanation before heading out into the office and rummaging through the desk.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

Disinterested in the ramifications of the glowing orb as it's not her area of expertise, Metumé runs up to the other door and attempts to open it. Let's see how paranoid our Aspis friends are, shall we...

If it does open, she'll go to what appears to be the most promising part of the room (desks, chests, cabinets or the like) and begin digging through them. Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Or not the vishkanya says with a shrug. No time to waste, look for evidence, she commands as she herself begins turning down the room for said evidence.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

Metumé continues her run into the room, past Wolfgang between shots, and quickly appraises the situation. Flank! she shouts out as she drops her saps, realizing they would be of no help against stone, and draws her kukris and running into flanking position, trying to dodge past the inevitable swings of the statue. When in position, she take a strike with her kukri, thinking she should put a request in with Maléwyn to get an adamantine kukri for her.

Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
Damage: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9 plus Hidden Strike: 3d8 ⇒ (7, 8, 2) = 17
Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21

Hearing that things had gone wrong in the rest of the Bronze House, Metumé makes a break for where she hears the combat breaking out, footfalls echoing on the stone floor and off the walls as she runs as fast as is prudent.

Double double move!

Metume peeks into the room Wolfgang and Thokzazat are in and, after a moment of consideration, jogs in and starts pulling drawers from the desk, trying to see if there is more interesting paperwork than just what is on the desk.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

When done with that, she grabs the resident Hellknight by the shoulder and says, C'mon, we've got another door to bash! and leads him to the door across the hall, and runs in after he "opens" it will run in and look for any evidence.

Doubt there's anything there, Metumé mumbles as she jogs away from the bunks to the next door, a sour scowl plainly visible on her face as she does so. How do they sleep on that... that... burlap... she mumbles as she tries to open the next door.

Thoz! Door! Metumé shouts back at the hellknight as she moves to the next door and tries to open it.

Door number nine! Metumé shouts as she runs down the hall and attempts to "kick open" the door to her right, making an exaggerated motion like she's kicking the door in before turning the handle, opening it if it is unlocked.

Finding it unlocked, she throws the door open with a flourish to see what treasures might be on the other side. And behind door number six... Thassilonian relics?

Metumé slips into the hallway behind Borox, toasting the other door to see if it needs to be smashed or if it has the good sense to be unlocked.

Aha! she shouts in triumph, holding the book aloft, this will help us gather evidence! It tells us about Thassilonian art and things, perhaps one of you should take it to reference it?

Metume makes a bee-line to the tome, flipping through it and trying to see if she can decipher anything within and if it would help the investigation.

What exactly do we have here...

We're gonna have to start kicking down doors, big guy! Metumé says to the Hellknight as she slaps his armored shoulder, pointing him at the door she's closest to in the courtyard. Have at thee!

The Vishkanya lets herself in through the sliding door, mumbling Don't mind if I do, before setting to work looking for anything incriminating.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

This looks promising! Metumé says to no one in particular as she bounds to the small side door in the courtyard, testing the handle to see if it's locked. Let's see what's behind door number three...

Seeing the giant elf finish off the guard, Metumé tries opening the gate into the courtyard, knowing time is of the essence and not wanting to lose any that might be used to find incriminating evidence farther in the Bronze House.

Her initial target rendered unconscious, Metumé pivots on her heel and heads out into the courtyard, moving to the first gate she sees and prepares for the guard to come down the ladder more. Better stay where you are, man! You aren't getting paid enough!

Ready to attack when the guard comes far enough down the ladder

Yes. Let me sit on it

Seeing the clerk fall, Metume repositions to the other side of the guard engaged with Agraic, nimbly dodging through the guards defences and landing a solid blow to the back of his (curiously helmeted, it seems) head.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Attack: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 6 + 2 = 28
Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 2 = 11
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3 plus Hidden Strike: 3d4 ⇒ (4, 1, 4) = 9

Metume swings once more at the half-elf with her sap, taking advantage of her failed escape attempt and landing a solid blow.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Fort Save vs Poison: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23

Damn you! Metumé hisses, grimacing from the wound inflicted by the halfling, She rips her saps free and tries for a counter attack, swinging wildly at her assailant and finding nothing but empty air.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Yes, that even hits me on my regular AC

Oop. Clearly she wouldn't do that then, that would definitely cause the jig to be up >_>

Yes, but only just

After the guard leaves the warehouse, Metumé's smile drops and she looks to the others. So what now? We need to move if we're going to find anything of interest, it's possible that halfling woman already suspects us, she stage-whispers as she peers out the doorway of the warehouse

Nobility: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Is that normally how that goes? Metumé inquires, looking back at where the halfling retreated, I'm fairly new to the operation, so as you can probably guess I haven't experienced this before. She seems... intense.

My deepest apologies miss Elysi, we ran into some problems on the road that delayed us. There was a bit of fighting, and we had to rest, recover and take stock afterward. Melnat said she would go ahead and alert Mr. Sloan, has she not aarrived Metumé asks, scratching her head quizzically while warily watching the clerk inspect the wagon, praying to whatever gods will listen that they can pull this off without things going too sideways.

Bluff: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16

Can never be to careful around these parts! Metumé retorts while flashing the guard a grin, there are Pathfinders about, after all, never know when they're going to mistake an honest merchant for something they're not.

Bluff: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (16) + 14 = 30

Using the sewer system of a bustling trade house seems... unwise, Metumé replies with a shudder, instinctively brushing off something that isn't actually there. The back entrance sounds like a good plan to me. Though I must admit, I have no skill in picking locks at all, so that would have to be for someone else to handle.

Diplomacy to Gather Information: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

Metumé also does her best to ask the locals about more information regarding the Bronze House.

Well, the mistress IS a merchant, so she could attempt the ruse while the rest of you attempt to search, Metumé begins while dusting off her jacket, but I'm a capable sneak myself, so I'm willing to participate in a dusk raid as well. I will leave the decision in your... capable hands, she adds as a hint of a smirk passes her lips briefly, before settling back to a neutral expression and continuing to clean her equipment.

I'm with Agraic, could we get some leniency for Chauncey if he cooperates? He's been a model prisoner to this point, couldn't it be arranged? Metumé requests of the constablulary, hoping this could be the way the party gets the information it needs to move on the Bronze House. Desperately. The urge to stick it to the local Aspsis burns like a fire in her soul.

Diplomacy on the Cops: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

C'mon Chauncey, you've gotta know something, right? Metume asks in as sweet and non-threatening voice she can muster and she sits down next to Chauncey, throwing an arm over his shoulder and pulling him close. I mean, you seem like such a knowledgable guy, and a good singer besides. Isn't there some way you'd be able to help us out? Any way at all? Perhaps there's something we could do for you in exchange...

Diplomacy to butter up Chauncey: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20

Confusion Roll: 1d100 ⇒ 94

Metumé's vision clouds again, her faculties clearly not her own once more as she rushes at the Aspis agent, screaming something about snakes as she slaps him with the saps in her hands. Zealously.

Attack 1: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 5 + 2 = 21
Attack 2: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 2 = 27
Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 5 + 2 = 26

Non-Lethal Damage 1: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7 plus
Non-Lethal Hidden Strike: 3d4 ⇒ (2, 1, 2) = 5
Non-Lethal Damage 2: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (4, 1) + 6 = 11 plus
Non-Lethal Hidden Strike: 3d4 ⇒ (1, 4, 3) = 8

Confusion Roll: 1d100 ⇒ 24

Metumé blinks, the haze of confusion lifting, if only for a moment. She checks around the corner to take stock of the situation and, seeing that she has been left behind, quickly begins running towards one of the figures she doesn't recognize that is making threatening gestures at the hellknight that is much bigger than she remembers.

Double move

Confusion: 1d100 ⇒ 50

The blackjacket, so proud and cocksure only moments before entering the cave, continues to babble incoherently behind the wall, bringing shame and embarrassment to her station and her mistress.

Confusion: 1d100 ⇒ 27

The river in the jungle and the pirates with the rocks fall into the sky with the wolves... Metumé continues to babble nonsensically.

Confusion: 1d100 ⇒ 74

Metumé yells more about snakes, smacking herself as if ants were biting all over her.

Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Confusion: 1d100 ⇒ 45

The snakes eat the snake... the tails and mouth in a circle on and onandonandon... round and round they go, a ball in the jungle down river... river flows and bites the tail... Metumé continues to babble, swaying back and forth behind the wall keeping her out of the sight of the Aspis, clearly lost in her own world.

Confusion: 1d100 ⇒ 52

Metumé stumbles around, swinging her saps at invisible enemies before slamming into a wall much to hard than is good for her cranium.

Self Harm: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Will: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

The bird was my fault! Metumé shouts out apologetically from behind her cover, not really fair to punish them for it! I didn't realize the bird was yours, I was just a little nervous and the bird moving made me jump. I have healing magic that I'm more than willing to use, if that'll make up for it! She's not sure that her pleas and attempts to placate will help, but it's always worth a shot.

Bluff: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17
SCREW YOU, GONNA REROLL THAT BLUFF: 1d20 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 14 + 2 = 30