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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hewligan" data-source="post: 4793110" data-attributes="member: 19688">Jovik takes a quick, rather cursory look around the room, taking a quick one-over of the two lions. He shrugs his shoulders to his companions as if to indicate that there is nothing there, and is met with a chorus of disgust."If you are going to search, do it properly!" offers Jokad, with a deadpan delivery."Yeah!" offers Danth, his eyebrow raised.Kael just shrugs, "The boy calls himself a rogue!"Jovik gets the message and smiles wearily. He warned them it could take some time to do a full search, and at that point Danth suggests searching for some food.The mood is strange, to say the least, but Jovik realises that his own gut is growling. He needs something warm and meaty, preferably with a pint of ale at its side.The rogue gets to work searching the room, while Danth wanders downstairs.Jovik searches for a while, moving over the room meticulously, pressing each floor panel with his heel, pressing against the wall with his palm, looking for straight cracks, or fresh plaster, or anything else that would suggest recent work or hidden items. He gives up, moving over to the fireplace. One more look inside, up the flue, and then he is going to go downstairs to see what Danth has rustled up (although he doubts he will touch anything found in this house).The flue is empty, and quite clean, almost as is the fire has not been used in a long, long time. The walls are sooty, but there is no build up, no hidden shelves, nothing.He stands back up, dusting soot from his hands, and leans against one of the lion heads. Jokad is staring at him, looking bored. Kael wanders around the room trying to make himself busy.The lion head doesn't feel too sturdy. Jovik looks at it more closely, suddenly suspicious. Nothing. Nothing at all.He moves over to the other one, just to be sure, and pushes on it. Nothing. He curses under his breath and crouches down to inspect the thing, more out of impatience and frustration than anything else.Then he spots something, a tiny gap, or hole, at the back of the throat of the metal lion on the left side. He peers more closely. It is a keyhole. His hand immediately goes to the key he holds, and he slots it in. It clicks satisfyingly. Not only a front door key, but also a key to this lion. Now, nobody hides a keyhole in a lions throat unless it opens something good.He steps back triumphantly. Jokad moves forward, suddenly interested. Kael follows. The three of them can hear Danth rustling around downstairs. With a flourish, Jovik pushes on the lions head he has just unlocked. NOTHING. It doesn't budge an inch.Jokad looks confused. Kael smiles and points towards the other lions head, on the right of the fireplace."Try that one!" He offers. The three of them move over. There is no keyhole, but Jovik recalls that it had felt loose under his hand a bit earlier - just the tiniest yield when he had leaned on it. He tries again, but this time it folds right back, the heavy lions head tilting on a hidden hinge, revealing a hidden cache.The hidden cache contains one of Foxglove’s nest eggs: a bag of 200 pp (a fortune!!!!) along with a shallow wooden case containing a number of legal papers pertaining to the townhouse, as well as the deed to Foxglove Manor.Kael rolls out the deed and reads it slowly as Jovik carefully removes the other items, looking for traps as he goes. The deed indicates that the Foxglove family only financed two-thirds of the manor’s construction 80 years ago; the remainder was financed by a group called the “Brothers of the Seven.” The deed also bears an unusual clause near the end that indicates that after one hundred years, ownership of Foxglove Manor and the lands within a mile “around and below” reverts to the brothers. Under the case is a thin black ledger. Once again Kael picks this up and reads through it quickly, skimming the entries and talking as he does so. The majority of the purchases and payments recorded are mundane, but several near the end of the ledger appear a little strange. There are nearly a dozen entries over the past three months labeled as “Iesha’s Trip to Absalom,” each indicating Foxglove was paying someone referred to as “B.7” 200 gp a week for her “trip,” dropping off the payment every Oathday at midnight at a place called “The Seven’s Sawmill.” Danth walks back into the room, proudly holding a mouldy ring of cheese."I found cheese!" he offers with real enthusiasm. "What did you find?"</blockquote>

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