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The Whisperers in Darkness

You all make it to the local House Jorasco without attracting too much undue attention (I assume everyone is going?) The house itself is small; with only a few rooms, and simple. It is comfortable and cozy, though. It is not a hospital; it is a house. There are three halflings who live there; Addie, Nan and Osbert, and they have the appearance and mannerisms of favored old grandparents.

As you walk up, Addie is outside sweeping the walkway. She glances at the slumped man you are jointly supporting and her faces scrunches up in a "tsk, tsk."

"Oh, dearie, what has that poor man done to himself?" she asks. "Or did you do it?" Her voice takes on a scolding demeaner, but it's in a good-natured way. "Nan! Osbert!" she calls, sticking her head into the doorway. "We have someone here we need to help!"

She ushers you insides, not letting you have a chance to make much conversation with her. You are led through a front sitting room and into a smaller room with a simple bed on it, and she motions for you to lay the man down on the bed.

"Now. What seems to have happened here?" she asks as she starts to gather her things and put a pot of water over the fire.
 

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"We just found him like that, we could really do with talking to him - if you can get him back on his feat and not so nonsensical." Arlanenen says, as casually as she can manage.
 

Alastor - Human Warmage

Alastor helps put the wounded man on the bed and looks at the halfling. "I'm afraid we cannot pay you a whole lot of gold for treating this man, but we urge you to do so anyway. We were going out to visit a professor from Morgrave University, who is currently doing some field work in the hills. We found the man in the garden behind the house. He was behaving strangely when this shifter and warforged passed by the house and helped us ease his pain."

Alastor leaves the strange happenings of last night out of his explanation on purpose. There's no need to get things mixed up. Then he continues with a serious expression: "We really need for this man to get better so we're able to question him about what happened at the house, because he was obviously attacked by some alien being of great power, certainly something I've never heard about before. We need to get to the bottom of this, miss, before the creature or whatever it is strikes again."
 

Galec

The shifter quirks up an eyebrow at his new companion's words.

"While I'd surely never shirk a challenge, is there some reason this kind of assault shouldn't first be reported to the local constabulary?"
 

Alastor - Human Warmage

Alastor looks almost surprised at Galec: "Do you honestly think that the local sheriff is capable of handling this sort of situation? I highly doubt it. He's used to bandits, highway robberies, thieves and perhaps a few raiding goblins or two from Darguun, but this...? No..."

He takes a deep breath before continuing his explanation: "I don't doubt that law enforcement in this town is capable of handling day-to-day affairs, but I think to put a stop to this assault is far beyond their abilities and experience, and I don't think they have the necessarry ressources to conduct a proper investigation. Besides, it would cause panic in the whole town and only make our job of solving this mystery a whole lot more difficult than it has to be. If we can put a stop to this before the creature strikes again, nobody will ever need to know..."

Alastor points at Galec, Darksheen and Arlanen: "Are you with me on this one? I doubt I'm the only one who wishes to get to the bottom of this."
 

"I be. It is all intriguing to me, though it might have to do with my intrinsic curiosity I was made-forged with," says Darksheen.
 

Galec

The shifter stands tall, hand resting on the pommel of his sword as he announces "Aye. Dol Dorn's gifts are at your disposal. It sounds a worthy test of strength and mettle."
 

Addie's face goes through a range of emotions during your conversation; ranging from surprise, to skepticism, to suspicion, to sneakiness and finally ending back on skepticism. It's clear that she thinks you are the ones talking nonsense.

Still, she takes her role as healer seriously. "Healing his injuries should be no issue; your "saint" here," she says with some subtle scorn, pointing at the shifter, "could do that. If he comes out of it rambling, or panicked, though, that's a bit more difficult. Perhaps we can heal him, and keep him just on the verge of sleep; in a hypnotic, sleep-like state where he can answer questions calmly. Is that acceptible to you?"
 

Galec

Galec's shoulders twitch as he notes the tone of the female's voice, but for the moment he holds back a retort.

"That sounds perfect. I healed him before, but apparently so much vigor so soon was too much for him. A state where he's less likely to re-injure himself would be ideal."
 


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