Ptolus: The Legend of Longcoat

Whizbang Dustyboots said:
Watchman Kaleck shoves Garn back up against the wall to knock the air out of him and temporarily shut him up.

"That could be con- ... cons- ... that could be called a threat, captain," he grins at Garn before looking back over his shoulder at Captain Ironsole. "Want us to drop him off at the prison?"

The captain looks blandly down at Garn from the stairs.

"No, send them on their way. We know where to find them if we need them."

At this point, one of the watchmen sent to investigate the crime scene reappears in the doorway of the secret door, his face ashen.

"Well?" Ironsole snaps.

"I-it was Longcoat," the watchman says quietly. "They killed him."

"Well, then," Ironsole says, grinning, motioning for Kaleck to release Garn. "Now we have a different reason to find you. The Dockmaster said something about a reward. I didn't read the whole message, since I didn't expect some saltwater Delvers to do the work for us. Someone will find you tomorrow.

"Now, until then, get out of my crime scene."

"Nah Kaleck, I wouldn't want you confused. For you I'd use small words. When I use threats even someone as thick-skulled as you'll know it."

ooc (dodge set to Kaleck).

With a sneer the half orc leaves the guardsmen and joins Ada. In an undertone he says to her "!@#$ing watch. What's this about a reward? He mentioned the dockmaster. We need to hurry before that lot tries to steal the credit."
 

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Vanden considers Garn's offer, and nods his acceptance. "I believe I shall donate my share of the reward to the betterment of Longcoat's victims. After that, I will retire to the house of the Sisters. Perhaps one of my brethren will be able to decipher these runes."
 

Ada nods, looking over her shoulder. "Reward sounds good. I had other reasons for coming but.... Sure I'll go with to the Dockmaster. Do we have enough evidence that we killed him?"
 



Garnet nods in agreement, why shouldn't he reap some rewards? Garnet gives the old tavern one last look and then follows the heels of his allies.
 

The rain has slackened off during the time everyone was inside and beneath the Ten Bells. The bakery door is open, the woman working there standing in the doorway, watching watchmen come and go.

A gnome with stringy pale head plastered to his head by the recent rain is questioning everyone, jotting notes with a bit of colored wax on a slate.

Spotting the group, he bustles up to them, interposing himself between them and the streets beyond.

"Hi! Is it true, is Longcoat dead?"
 

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