Flashback, Quentin’s Cubbyhole
The sweaty man studies T’aria much more carefully, then smiles. “A friend of Shadow’s, are you? Should have said that in the first place. Any friend of Shadow’s is a… well, someone I better show a little respect to, at least. In that case, we do have a better room. It’s still a gold a night, though.” He points down a particular hallway and hands the half-demon a key, saying “The door at the end of the hall leads to the ‘less-common’ rooms… room seven is empty.” He chuckles a bit “And no dead bodies in that one. There’s a common room where meals are served, although you’re too late for dinner. I could have something sent to your room if your hungry, though. Oh, and if you’re any good at being sneaky, we ask you to use the rear entrance when you can. It’s what the regulars typically use.”
Before she turns to follow the man’s directions, T’aria sees the rat again, this time coming out from behind the plant and seemingly giving her a slight nod before it walks casually away and slips under a door. She’s never seen a rat ‘walk casually’ before, but this one did, not scurrying at all.
She passes through dirty hallways and eventually finds a room with a number seven on it. The door is locked, but the key allows entry to a well kept room with a single bed, wardrobe, long dresser and mirror, and even a small bathing tub. There’s some paintings on the walls, far more tasteful than what was in the lobby, showing pastoral landscapes. On a table near the door is a silver bell with a handle, with the words “ring for service” engraved elegantly across it’s surface.
[Anything else T’aria wants to do before the meeting the next morning (which we’ve already played out and didn’t amount to much of a meeting with the interruption by the city guard)? Anything she wants to do between that meeting and her scheduled meeting with Shadow for lunch here at the Cubbyhole?]
At the city prison
Aligor finds his folded up maps (one of the ruins location, and the other a rough map of the ruins themselves), while Modrin looks confused at Aligor’s complaint of missing equipment. “You weren’t brought in with any urgrosh. And I don’t remember you carrying one when I met you at Brie’s, either. Not trying to pull something over my eyes, are you? In any case, the antique shop owner, Boone, said a number of items from his shop were taken… your weapon might have been taken too. We tracked the culprit, whoever it was, but he left the city, and, well, we really don’t have the resources to follow criminals out of Taeirn. I suppose your weapon might be at Hectaras’ place of business. Only one way for you to find out.” He smiles again, giving the dwarf a pat on the back. “Me and some of my men… and you, of course, will be clearing out Hex’s place first thing tomorrow morning. So I’ll expect you back here. But no leash. Why, it’s possible for you to be miles and miles away from here before I’d come looking for you. Just keep that in mind.”
Modrin says Aligor is free to go, until the next morning, and when the dwarf finally sees daylight, he realizes it’s about noon… he’d been locked up for about a full day.
[Where to next? Rusty’s? Boone’s? Leave town?]
At the Glind River Bridge
As Gwyn watches the bushes for signs of the creature, Alicia’s words click something in his brain, and he remembers that of the 3 blink dogs, who presumably served Ezuvial since they were protecting the whores, only two of them died; one had gotten away. And they all had yellow-brown fur. When Gwyn finally sees it again, some 250 feet away, emerging from a bush, he fires an arrow, but it misses the creature by a few yards. The animal leaps back into the bushes.
[Gwyn’s attack roll was 8+6-4(range)=AC 10, missed]
Gwyn realizes that, if it is the blink dog, it would be very hard to track it, given it’s teleportation ability, and probably impossible to keep up with it if it tried to get away. When Girdra now finally notices what the half-demon tried to hit, she says “Well, I’m partially right. Nothing that looks like that lives in my forest. Hmmm… Alicia, dear, what exactly is an Ezyvileay? If it’s just some sort of dog out there, maybe he and I need to have a little chat.”
