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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Scotley" data-source="post: 3692431" data-attributes="member: 11520">After a restful night the squad is back at the office for the morning pep talk by the boss. He is eager to hear about your progress and seems to be about as pleased as he ever gets, in other words he only gripped and cajoled a little before you headed out. He wanted you on your way and didn't even give you time to decide a course of action, so you all found yourselves wandering over to the Polished Staff to decide where to go next. Coming into the 'Staff through the yard you see a Goblin in a shiny purple jacket and bright yellow pants sitting on a sunny bench chatting with Felderman Wimsywag. His wiry goblin hair is carefully waxed down into a helmet-like oily black dome. They appear to be nearing the bottom of a couple of bottles of malt liquor. The goblin catches your eye as you pass and makes his apologies to the halfling, "I gotta little official-like business to take care of, I'll catch you latter dude." He strolls over with a rolling gate that is apparently very appealing to female goblin kind, but that makes the fellow look like he's got a serious wedgie. He is picking what you assume is barbecued rat from his teeth with a large wooden toothpick. A cloud of very strong and equally cheap aftershave and hair pomade smell arrives just before him. Despite this odorous armor an underlying muskiness reminiscent of a sty recently used by a herd of rutting pigs creeps though. It is your erstwhile assistant Bocephus. The goblin's exploits often add spice to Wimsywags routine and he tends to pay for his material in malt liquor. "Constable sir, if I could trouble you for a moment. I been trying to catch up with you this morning. Seems like somebody was looking for you. Can't quite remember. If you'd buy me a couple these to go while I think about it maybe it will come back to me." He taps the malt liquor bottle. "Seems there is this new lady working the flower beds over on Roofers Lane. I was thinking I should maybe go on over there and take her a little welcome-to-the-neighborhood gift." He holds up the bottle again. "I try to meet everybody new you know,- networking in case they might turn out to be a good source for you later. You know me boss always trying to network and make the connections that help you solve the big ones." He grins showing a mouth full of white sharp teeth ornamented with a couple of gold ones. A couple of coppers worth of malt liquor seems a small price to pay to get the odious fellow away from you. Besides, despite his issues, he occasionally turns up some useful scrap of information. "This nervous jumpy kinda dude in a dark cloak was hanging around outside the Magistrates building yesterday afternoon. I heard him asking about the Special Squad, so I eased on in for a closer look. I didn't much like what I saw, he was real dodgy like he was being watched or something. Seemed like a pretty stout guy, but walked sort hunched over. Anyway, he latches on to me and starts saying he needs the Special Squad. Had some valuable information for ya. Well from the cut of his raggedy-assed threads, I figured he couldn't have anything worth much. I knew you was up town, so I sent him over to the grunt squad. I don't think they welcomed him either, because I saw him lurking around in the alleys near the Magistrates place again this morning, but being more careful like. Just sorta peeping around. Dude said his name was Waldo...Walace...Wally, yeah that was it Wally Alphonsus. Thought you might like to know. Now I got to go visit our new neighbor, man the way her skirt was riding up showing her knees was smoking! I gotta tell you man, ah Constable, sir, I'm a sucker for a knobby pair o' knees, no lie!" He smooths the lapels of his jacket and tucks the malt liquor under an arm and begins to stroll on over to toward Roofers Lane. He turns back,"Oh hey, Constable Dresden, I'm still workin' on that business with the fried gopher and the funny paper. I'll let you know soon as something turns up."</blockquote>

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