The Antigrol Tide (IC)

[Mallak]

I'm not loitering
Reply the thug and nods
I'm heading to that bar exactly

"Harr, harr! Tha's a good one, matey. Aye, an' next you'll be havin' tea with tha Queen o' Toulley, no doubt. Ah, the damsels in the Lilting Rose are beyond the likes o' you'n'me. Best try yore luck down at th'docks." The lamplighter moves on, chuckling to himself. "Imagine a big lump like 'im in among the dainties of the Lilting Rose...Heh heh..."

Back at the ship, Colmarr casts detect magic. Again, the chest--or rather, the object in the chest--appears to his eyes to glow with a soft blue-green-gold light. He pulls the clothes out of the chest and quickly reaches the bottom, but the object is beyond that. Beneath the chest? The chest is bolted securely to the deck; Colmarr can't seem to find a way to move it.

"If you know what you're doing, this lock wouldn't have been anything to pick open, then no one would even know you'd..." Mag stops, flushing slightly.

Naomi looks to Magyar with big, round eyes. "Can you teach me how to pick locks, Magyar?"

Magyar does a quick sweep of the papers surrounding the desk. The cargo manifest is there, as is a previously sealed letter that has been ripped open. It is addressed to a Mistress Maybelle Matherson. Noticing Colmarr's concentration on the chest, Magyar approaches him. The young performer sees immediately that the chest must have a false bottom perhaps an inch deep, as determined by the difference in the height of the exterior wall and the interior wall. A bit of searching reveals that an iron fitting protecting the back bottom right corner of the chest is loose. It twists aside to reveal...a cleverly concealed keyhole!

 

[Drowned Hero]

Troth has been walking here and there on deck securing ropes and checking that the anchor is well on place as the ropes that holds the Pander Ban in place.
On one of wandering he crosses the room where Colmarr, Mag and Naomi are.
'Anything i could help with?'

 

[unleashed]

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

“Well, if you wouldn’t mind bringing the bucket of keys in here, I think we’ve got a keyhole to try them in,” Colmarr remarks, as he moves away from the chest to continue his search for other hidden magical eminations. Looking in the desk drawers and any other obscured places he didn’t scrutinize the last time, though he doesn’t expect to find anything, as they wait for the keys to arrive.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Grondar

"Harr, harr! Tha's a good one, matey. Aye, an' next you'll be havin' tea with tha Queen o' Toulley, no doubt. Ah, the damsels in the Lilting Rose are beyond the likes o' you'n'me. Best try yore luck down at th'docks." The lamplighter moves on, chuckling to himself. "Imagine a big lump like 'im in among the dainties of the Lilting Rose...Heh heh..."

That is a weird sight, A scum like me entering to the high society's pub.
Gronadr thinks to himself and grin.
They'll kick me before I'll say something.
He says to himself, looks around and sees the amount of town guards stationed in the area, with a heavy heart he turns on heel and decides to listen to the lamplighter and leave the place.

 

[mps42]

Denther

Denther walks into the captain's cabin and, seeing Mag, Colmarr and Naomi in the room calls softly to Naomi "Hey, it's getting crowded in there, why not come out here are give those guys some room to work. Besides, if it's alright with you, I'd like to talk with you."

 

[Mallak]

As Grondar turns to go, the door to the Lilting Rose bursts open, and three giggling young women come tumbling out. Two of the women support a third between them who walks with unsteady steps. Laughing, the woman on the right says, "C'mon, Trudy, let's get you home." The voice is unmistakably that of Karen, the erstwhile muffin seller, though in a lacey dress that borders on indecent, she looks like no muffin seller Grondar has ever seen. As they head up the street, a man dressed in a guard's uniform steps out of the shadows and begins to speak with them. They're too far away for Grondar to hear more than a murmer...

 

[Mallak]

Colmarr continues his search of the cabin. A sheathed dagger is attached to the underside of the desk. It is small, but serviceable. There are four cupboards beneath the bed, two on each side. One holds a chamber pot, empty. The cupboard next to it contains a basin, mirror, and shaving kit. The other two are empty. Searching around by the shattered window again, Colmarr doesn't find much. A few small pieces of the thick glass crunch under his boots, and several bits of it are still attached to the frame and scattered along the sill. Some of them have a dark, crusty substance along their edges, unnoticed the night before in the moonlight. To Colmarr's eye, it appears to be dried blood. Perhaps the thief did not get away unscathed after all. He still can find no threads. Perhaps, if there ever were any, they were blown away by the wind. The rest of the room holds no further surprises.

[sblock=OOC]Just so we're clear on time, for those at the ship it is evening, just before sunset. For Grondar, it is just after sunset.[/sblock]

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Grondar

Karen
The big thug calls and heads toward the girl's direction.
I'm with them
He says to the watchman and turn to the muffin seller
Let me help you carry your friend as I understand our date is ruined.

 

[Mallak]

As Grondar draws closer he can hear Karen speaking to the guard.

"No, thank you, Sir, we will be quite all right." She looks up as Grondar calls out, and relief washes over her features. "Oh, there you are, Grondar! I didn't think you were going to make it tonight. Trudy drank too much, again, and we're just taking her home." She turns back to the guard. "As you can see, Sir, my boyfriend is here now, so no escort will be necessary. We'll be just fine."

The guard gives the big thug a sour look. "I'd watch yer back if I was you. People been turnin' up dead all over the place." With that, the guard heads off down the street, back the way Grondar came and away from the way the girls are headed.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Grondar

Yeah, yeah, begone already you stupid son of an ox.
Grondar mutters quietly as the watchman takes distance, he then turns to the girls and help them carry Trudy.
Where to Girlfriend?