Shackled City - Ch. 1: Life's Bazaar

[Blade of Desecration]

Heimdal stands off in the shadows, keeping lookout for attackers.

 

[Blade of Desecration]

Guys, I think I might have something on the riddle. I got a hunch, and checked the map theMind gave us, and sure enough, look at area 30: Ghelve's Locks. Eh? It's a lock shop, and I'm guessing we might get some info there. But who knows, I might just be an idiot at the moment.
And the curtain line might reference a waterfall.

 

[themind]

Sym is unable to do anything with lock, despite his skill. Blastin then knocks on the door. A moment later, the door opens and an elderly Halfling woman peers out at you, at Blasin's declaration of why they are there, she looks at you in suspicious eyes. "Prove it."

 

[Nightcloak]

Adar grows tired and weary of the long day and its events...

"Madam... If we wished to assault your home, we would not have knocked or strolled up to the front door. We would already be in going about whatever trouble is afoot!

So please, we have been at this for the day whole, with helping poor Ruphos from those painted degenerates and learning what little Jenya could spare to now you and this embattled home. If we are to continue, then we also need your knowledge to add to the sparse collection of droplets we know. Don't let this quest end now with such sudden atrophy. Let us in so we may advance this day to a fashionable end of productiveness."

Adar realizes he has said more than at any moment combined throughout the day. With some embarrassment he swallows his growing impatience and retreats to the back again.

 

[Blade of Desecration]

Adar grows tired and weary of the long day and its events...

"Madam... If we wished to assault your home, we would not have knocked or strolled up to the front door. We would already be in going about whatever trouble is afoot!

So please, we have been at this for the day whole, with helping poor Ruphos from those painted degenerates and learning what little Jenya could spare to now you and this embattled home. If we are to continue, then we also need your knowledge to add to the sparse collection of droplets we know. Don't let this quest end now with such sudden atrophy. Let us in so we may advance this day to a fashionable end of productiveness."

Adar realizes he has said more than at any moment combined throughout the day. With some embarrassment he swallows his growing impatience and retreats to the back again.

Heimdal chuckles, "Behold friends, the mute speaks!"

 

[Catavarie]

"My dear madam my name is Sym," Sym speaks as he bows low"me and my compatriotes are in the employ of the church of St. Cuthbert and I assure you that our word is true, but if proof is what you require then perhaps this will convice you of our honesty..."Sym shows the woman his potion bottle which bears the symbol of St. Cuthbert on the side"Now perhaps we could continue this converstion inside?"

 

[themind]

"Ok, come on in. she says as she opens the door. Once all of you are inside, she closes the door. "You must forgive me for being so gruff. You can imagine I've had to deal with a lot these last couple days. You are not the first investigators to show up, you know. Besides that Ruphos fella and the town guards. A couple of Half-Elf fellas came by for the Lord Mayor's office. Anyways, what can I help you with. she says.

 

[Nightcloak]

At the mention of the "Half-Elf fella's" Adar raises an eye brow.

"Convenient"

He then looks about the place looking for anything of interest.

 

[Blade of Desecration]

"These half-elves, what did you discuss with them? How did they act?" Heimdal asks.

 

[Blastin]

"Thank you my good woman. We will try not to take up much of your time. We look for information, as Adar has stated. Perhaps, rather than answering each of our questions in turn, you could just tell us what you know about the loss of the two children, and the about the other investigators that have come before us?"