Ptolus: 165 Vock Row - "Rat-catchers"

[Aeshen]

Aeshen compliments his companion on his vast knowledge of such an integral part of Ptolus.
Aeshen's face is a mask of fascination and interest as he urges his slightly drunk friend on. "The Crimson Coil? Sounds like they certainly bit off more then they could chew with the Knights - though the thought of a knight, bedecked in plate, charging his warhorse down a sewer tunnel does bring a smile to my face" Aeshen shares a chuckle with the man before continuing "Do you happen to know where the Coil was making their base? If you could point me in the right direction.. or... Lothien willing loan me a map or two I'd be much in your debt my friend"

 

[Fyrie Windlitened]

Mairan tries to urge the guildmaster into action saying, "Do you think you could summon the guards who responded to the incident? Thurst and I will speak with them and perhaps you could show our lovely dwarven friend here about the rooms by this one."

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

"I've already sent word for them," Nogol says. "I need to check the adjacent rooms, please."

He steps out, and the group hears him jingling his keys to open the vault to the left.

* * *

Cloacinus ponders.

"I don't know wheres the cult was hiding out. Maybe the Warrens, that would seem right to myself. I don't spends time with the likes of them."

* * *

In the library, Valana discovers that Gormadoc's other journals, if there are any, have gone missing.

 

[Filthy]

Returning from the shelves empty handed, Valana picks up the index where she first discovered the mention of Gormadoc and goes in search of the librarian or one of his assistants.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Benris suddenly looms up in front of Valana, a book clutched to her massive chest.

"What were you looking for again?" she asks quietly, her hair slipping in front of her face, prompting her to blow at a stray lock in an attempt to move it aside.

 

[Filthy]

Holding the index out in front of her, Valana points to the name Gormadoc scribbled in the margins of the sewer entries.

"This halfling, Gormadoc, I found one of his journals. Could you tell me if the library has any more of his writings? Or why his name is next to the sewer entries?"

 

[Aeshen]

Aeshen ponders for a moment before proceeding, "Do you know where I might find someone able to speak for the Knights... tonight?"

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

"No, I don't know nothing 'bout that," Cloacinus demurs. "The likes of them and the likes of me never cross no paths."

* * *

Valana watches Benris whisper Gormadoc's name to herself several times, her eyes unfocussed and thinking.

"I don't think so. He went to the Distant South with some friends, I think. He said he was going to have a book for us when he got back with his elephant."

* * *

In the room next to the plundered vault, Guildmaster Nogol loudly goes through the contents of another room, barking an order to a guard to find him an inventory list.

 

[Aeshen]

Aeshen politely disengages himself from the sewer worker, again complimenting him on his knowledge and thanking him for his aid. He begins to mingle through the establishment looking for someone who might know something of the Knights. Failing that he will look for directions toward a place more likely to put him in the path of one of the representatives of the Knights. If nothing presents itself Aeshen will find out where the Knights station themselves and he will head there directly.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

After a dozen baffled looks to his inquiries, it becomes clear to Aeshen that no one in Randle's knows anything about The Knights of the Pale Cross other than they fight undead from the Necropolis, or possibly demons, or perhaps both. But as to where they hang their helmets at the end of the night, the shopkeepers and bureaucrats have no idea.

"The city watch might know," the barman, Randle himself, offers. "Or maybe the Delvers."