Tavern Tales Chapter #1: The Forgotten Forge

OOC: FYI - Snow's light spell is still active as well.

Snow-in-Dusk skillfully draws her sickles, rolls them once in her hand more out of habit than anything and drops them to the ground. She then produces her morningstar from beneath her cloak and adds it to the pile. She remains quiet, hoping that someone with a little more experience in these sorts of situations will speak up...
 

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(OOC: Sorry Ive been gone, I was away for a week, out of town, thought I posted here that, apologies)

As the Watch approaches, Hammer glares forcefully into the eyes of the two people and then softly lays his Axe down on the floor, nodding his head as he begins to speak.

"Officer, I am Hammer, a representative of the Silver Flame. We were strolling the streets of Sharn, my comrades and I, when we heard a shreak. As it is my Holy Duty, I rushed to the Location, to try and see if an innocent was in danger. We found a body there. Shocked, our friend here", pointing at the Shifter"instantly tried to rush to his aid, calling for the aid of my other comrades for help to revive him, but he was sadly fallen. Then from nowhere, a mysterious figure approached us from the bridge and attacked, and we were forced to defend the fallen man here, and ourselves."
 


Reg will stand slowly, and drop all his weapons. "Look officer, the warforged is right. We heard the yell, rushed over, and found him dead. We had to defend ourselves against the other warforged, and that's it. I have some experience making sense of crime scenes, so I've been trying to investigate. So far, we figured out who he is, but not what killed him."
 



Local shop owners and residents begin to converge on the bridge, surrounding the scene of the battle. Having heard both Hammer and Reg's explanation some call out in afirmation, "They are telling the truth..." "That's what I did see" and even a "The Watch should recruit them...then someone could do something more than simply 'watch'!!" The latter individual makes quick haste into the darkness before the dwarf can get a look at him.

Obvioisly perplexed that a warforged could be so eloquant, it takes the dwarf a moment to fully register Reg's explanation. Once it sinks in, he mumbles sincerely, "Aye, I suppose I can believe this. I be sergeant Dolom, and, though I give my thanks and that of the Watch for your subduing of the tin man, as well as you're offer of assistance (looking at Reg), I would ask that you leave this this to us and go about whatever business you have in Sharn." He then looks around at the gathering crowd, and, in a more coarse tone, "That goes for all of you!!! Be back to your homes. Not proper for ones in your stations to be about in a night like this. Go!!"
 

Snow-in-Dusk looks up from the body to the dwarven sergeant and timidly asks, "Sergeant Dolom, I...I....well, if this poor soul has no family or no instructions, then I would ask that I could...when the time comes...perform his last rights." There is an awkward pause, and the she quickly adds, "...seeing as I was here when he...departed."
 

As the crowd disperses, Dolom glances down at Snow. A big bushy eyebrow rises as he takes note of the lady's strange appearance, but then a note of sympathy enters his lines, "Assuming you behave yourself in the meantime...and I am also assuming you to be a stranger to my city...once we have officially identified the body, I can see about giving you access to pass down whatever blessing your god might be willing to give up.
 

Reg smiles slyly. "Good man, that sergant Dolom."

Reg will stand back, and suggest to the others: "We may not be able to help, but I think there's something going on here we might want to investigate. I have my own reasons for wanting the truth, I'm sure the rest of you want to know why this man was killed. I think we should wait around until the watch finishes, and see what we can see. We can't investigate ourselves, but we might overhear what the watch discusses."
 

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