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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mallak" data-source="post: 2876306" data-attributes="member: 37105">Naomi looks hesitantly at Troth for a moment, absorbing what he's saying, then she glances across to where Magyar, Colmarr, and Malachi are talking with Mac.  She looks up and down the busy street, then hops off the bench and grabs Troth by the hand, attempting to pull him up.  "C'mon, Troth, I'll show you where they are right now!  C'mon!"  If he allows her to, Naomi will pull Troth down the street and around the corner of the building into an alley.  Only Grondar sees them go.A man dressed in rags wanders towards Braer and Denther from the opposite end of the alley.  He smells of a lifetime of sea, sewer, and sadness."Spare a coppa', counci'men?"Back at the burned out inn, Colmarr, Magyar, and Malachi are trying to get more information from Mac and his son."Oh, the city guard would have taken the body.  There's a worker's morgue down on the docks.  They take the dead there and keep 'em for a day, and if nobody claims 'em, they'll take 'em out and bury 'em at sea. I don't suppose Captain Ben's got any family or the like around here, so that's probably what'll happen to him.  You can go take a look at him if you like, but I'll warn ya, I saw the body when they brought it out, and it's not a pretty sight.""He was very badly burned.  The worst I've ever seen."The big man's hand engulfs the gnome's.  His hands are rough and scarred, but his grip is gentle."Well, actually, no."  The older man scratches his balding head with one finger.  "We were really busy last night (Tami's very popular), and once Dietrich yelled fire, all hell broke loose.""No, there was no back door out of that room, although there was a back door near the bar.  As for who they were, I don't know.  Their coin was good, and that's all that matters to me."  He looks around.  "Or at least it was.""The three men, one was a foreigner.  He was the leader, the other two were fighters, his bodyguards.  They were hired muscle, though I did not recognize them, but he was different.  He wore a dark green cloak, almost black, with a deep hood pulled well forward, and he spoke with a strange accent I have never heard in Tortila before.""I hope someone gets the bastards that did this to my place.  Well, at least we know one of 'em got his.  I'm staying with Kam over at the Seaman's Rest, and his wife found a body floating in the bay this morning.  I got a good look at 'im, and blimey if it wasn't one of those goons from last night.  Guess he didn't get far, eh?"  Mac chuckles to himself for a moment before he looks over the crew members again and sighs.  "Look, if I knew more, I'd tell you.  It's not like I have anything to hide anymore.  You should try talking to Dietrich.  He's what you might call a professional middleman around here.  He runs a pawn shop up on Holly and Wall street, but his real commodity is information.  No doubt, he set up the meeting between your captain and those other three.  It's not uncommon when someone has something 'special' that they'll go through Dietrich to find a buyer.  I guess this meeting just went south.  Dietrich won't like that, you know.  He tries to keep a clean record."Magyar's gut tells him that these men aren't hiding anything; they're telling what they know.</blockquote>

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