Death in Freeport

[Voadam]

The young clerk does not recognize the name but at Hinjo's description of the tall braided continental barbarian he says he believes he knows who she is talking about. He leads the party into a well-lit side chamber equipped with a reading table. Hinjo is sitting at the table pouring over a stack of papyrus scrolls, his literary studiousness at odds with the barbaric reputation of his people.

He looks surprised at your arrival but waits for the clerk to leave before starting to discuss recent events with you. He asks who the newcomer Logan is.

 

[Neurotic]

Logan Artimus

Logan fastidiously follows ritual as he passes by or under holy symbols of gods of knowledge. He pays his respects to others, but is obviously devout to Oghma.

He observes Hinjo for few seconds intently and then bows slightly:
"I am a collegue of Lucius. He came to my library some time ago to study ancient history. Now I bring some news to him, but I found out he is missing and I joined this group that is also looking for him.

My name is Logan Artimus and I am Scribe of Oghma."

 

[Shayuri]

"And this is Wilbur," Arcata quickly says, patting his shoulder. "He's joining us as well. In fact, I thought that he and you might combine your efforts here while Logan and I follow up on the turnip market."

"Wilbur, this is Hinjo."

 

[Erekose13]

"Hey Anton, wanna check in here? Might get a bit ugly if they want me to settle my tab, but hey that could be fun. Pretty good place to find rumors." offers Dogrynn.

 

[Voadam]

Hinjo

Hinjo says "Greetings and welcome to our endeavor." he speaks softly so as not to be overheard by the passing librarian who occasionally checks in. "I've been going over Uraqi ceremonial texts and found various references to different kinds of knives used in different rites. They use bronze and obsidian bladed knives for different purposes from what I can tell. There are a larger number of untranslated text scrolls here, however, that are in olde tongue and draconic that I cannot read. Are any of you able to read those languages? I have also tried to schedule an appointment with the loremaster but my petiton was denied, all I could arrange was one a little later today with the assistant loremaster, Milos."

ooc olde tongue is celestial

 

[Neurotic]

Logan the Translator

"I can read, write and speak both and I'd be happy to help you. You should know however that Lucius has a dangerous item if my sources are correct. I believe this will just strengthen the link as I believe you found out that for certain rituals involving human sacrifices always same weapon was used.

Let me see those you think most relevant."

 

[Graybeard]

"Hey Anton, wanna check in here? Might get a bit ugly if they want me to settle my tab, but hey that could be fun. Pretty good place to find rumors." offers Dogrynn.

Anton takes a good long look at the poor condition of the tavern. Resigning himself to going inside, he reluctantly agrees.

If we must. I hope I don't catch anything in there. I wonder when the last time it was cleaned was?

Then he gestures Dogrynn to lead the way.

 

[Voadam]

Hinjo says to Logan "There are several documents on services for Tiamat, Ereshkigal, Nergal, Marduk, Enlil, Shamash, and Ishtar. I can show you where they are stored if you are willing to postpone your trip to the turnip market."

 

[Voadam]

As Anton and Dogrynn step into the Broken Mug they see a ramshackle, noisome operation. Three-legged stools, rickety tables, and an uneven bar lead some of the patrons to just lean against the walls as they grumble to each other. The noise of work on the docks carries in here, not leading to a soothing dining ambiance.

Dogrynn spies the ring and swivel platform at the far end of the tavern. He remembers the dwarven owner, an ex-mercenary from the continent, saying that any who roughed up her workers would be tackled by her and her regulars, lashed up, and dunked into the sea waves beneath the pier before being ejected. Bar fights are not uncommon, it is named after the most common weapon used here, but the staff are strictly off limits. He also knows that the food is good, they don't mind non-humans, and the flop rooms are dirt cheap-though the noise once work starts on the docks is godawful when you are nursing a hangover in the morning.

Captain Bauman and her crew are not in evidence at the moment, though there are a number of surly patrons.

 

[Neurotic]

Logan Artimus

"Sure thing. I'm more at home among the books then among turnips."
He smiles.

"We can stay together, you taking notes and showing what you already read so we don't double our work. Wilbur and Arcata can comb the marketplace."