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Message: <blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 3413131" data-attributes="member: 11146">Commander Burne shrugs.  The crowd has thinned enough now that shouting is no longer necessary, but Burne looks around furtively anyway, as if to ward off any listeners.  In a quiet voice, the Commander says, "I'm not thinking it was anything what as came from the keep.  I don't rightfully know what broke up the portcullis like that, but all these folk were outside the gate when they set upon one another.  Higher ups want an investigation, so we'll give 'em one, but I'd be surprised if, in the light of day, you actually found anything inside the citadel grounds.  Just take the pay, go inside, and have a look around.  I'll be able to say that I sent an investigative team, and that'll be enough to satisfy the Council.  Cap'n Johns won't like it none, but the Council's got him fairly well leashed so what he don't like won't much matter.  Doesn't matter how long you're in there, but were I you, I'd make sure not to spend the night.  Here's the 200.  I keep quarters at 467 Grunhilde Way, in the Grotto.  Come find me after hours, when you're done.  You taking that horse in with you?"   Burne holds out the pouch containing the gold crowns to Brakkus and looks questioningly first at Chop Liver, then at Hamor the Donkey.The priests secure the tarp over their wagon, then have a quiet word with the wagon's driver, a stocky well-built human man wearing a thick rubber apron who sports a visible short sword strapped cross-wise on his back.  The driver nods, the mage-priests climb aboard the wagon, and the whole lot drives slowly off, to the north.</blockquote>

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