[sblock=Yoshiki and Quioan]The small room on the north wall is much like the others. A transmutation aura in a vial in the bedside desk gives off a transmutation aura. Quioan can't quite parse the information his magical sight gives him, but using a more mundane trick from his earlier days of training, he takes the smallest taste, and his memory is properly jogged: Anyone imbibing the full flask would temporarily take on the form of a sentient mist.
Having looted the heralds' rooms of their valuables, however, the pair still haven't found much in the way of proof. The map is instructive, but not damning in and of itself. They turn to the set of double doors on the western end of the parlor, opening them slowly. A large plush bed on the south wall, facing a carved oak desk and bookshelves on the north side, furnishes this large and opulently decorated chamber. In the center of the room, a large carpet, woven with the mask of Owbej at its center, spreads across the floor. The wide windows you remember from the courtyard--where one of the heralds watched your assessment--have the curtains thankfully drawn at the moment.
The pair set to work searching the room. Quioan finds nothing damning on the desktop itself. His eyes are drawn, though, to the bottom drawer of the desk, from which he detects two faint magical auras, of illusion and enchantment. When he tries the drawer, however, he finds it locked. No key presents itself, although the wood doesn't appear to be particularly strong.
Meanwhile, Yoshiki's perusal of the bookshelf uncovers a set of false book fronts. Pulling this down, the monk discovers a trio of ledgers hidden there.
| GM: | treasure: potion of gaseous form. |
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[sblock=Audra and Elenka]Even as Audra ponders moving position, the situation quickly changes. After so much silence and waiting, the activity, when it comes, is sudden and close.
"Sir?" you hear Thon ask as the creak of doors and a pair of heavy footsteps moves into the front hallway.
"Thrice-cursed, backwoods troublemaker!" you hear by way of response. It's clear from the rising sound of the voice and the footsteps, though (both the heavy single stride and the additional scrambling of other footsteps trying to catch up), that Garthia isn't stopping to explain to Thon or his guard partner, but going on himself.
"I hope Tarkan and his goons tear that bloody man's throat out for all his meddling!"
| GM: | I made perception rolls for you. The end result being, the pair of you can get one standard action apiece to react before Garthia comes through the doors. |
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