Vithrain looks to Chadda and says, "Mistress Chadda, may I touch this noble item? I wish to know more of it."

"He called himself Fortunatus though I've no doubt that was a fake name." Ignatius says. "A short, weasel of a man in gray robes. You know that is the strangest thing! I am no gullible sort but he was so convincing at the time that I felt sure it would be safe to leave my goods in his care and yet now I can't think why I should have taken him at his word. He is probably still lurking somewhere by the docks: all the gutter thieves and smugglers seem drawn to the warren of streets down there."

Dabbing his eyes a last time Ignatius puts away his silk hankerchief. "If you do find word of my Minotaur I shall be staying at the Silver Sovereign Inn on Icon Street. I cannot thank you enough on all your help and may the luck of the gods go with you."

Ignatius departs and you take the time to listen to any rumours going around in the hopes they might be helpful.

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OOC: Everyone roll two d6  but keep track of the individual die rolls. The individual results are more important than the total.

Tarrian was ambling around behind the group, a little dazed from the battering Largo had given her.  Under her thick hair she could feel an enormous bump, which would have been comical on somebody else's head, sticky with blood.  One of the merchants tried to engage her in conversation, clearly smitten with the exotic virago, but she was too woozy to do much more than smile politely back at him.

13:00, Today: Tarrian rolled 2 using 1d6. Tarrian roll 2.
13:00, Today: Tarrian rolled 2 using 1d6. Tarrian roll 1.

<i>"He called himself Fortunatus though I've no doubt that was a fake name." Ignatius says. "A short, weasel of a man in gray robes. You know that is the strangest thing! I am no gullible sort but he was so convincing at the time that I felt sure it would be safe to leave my goods in his care and yet now I can't think why I should have taken him at his word. He is probably still lurking somewhere by the docks: all the gutter thieves and smugglers seem drawn to the warren of streets down there."

The Handmaiden: A wizened vendor tries repeatedly sell a necklace of rose pearls, haggling over the price regardless of whether you encourage him or not.

<i>" He is probably still lurking somewhere by the docks: all the gutter thieves and smugglers seem drawn to the warren of streets down there."

The third figure is also likely Kallamehran by dress and looks but is shorter and slighter than the others and clearly female. Very clearly female in fact, from her jewellry and flimsy attire you guess she is a street harlot.  She wields a wickedly curved dagger though and as she slides towards the wounded Vithrain she looks like she knows how to use it.

KALLAMEHR HARLOT
SKILL 5 STAMINA 5

Armour: 0 0 0 0 0 0
Attack (dagger): 1 1 2 2 2 2

Vithrain rember to deduct a Magic Point for your spell.</Orange>

I always believe in giving people a chance. After all, without Chance there is no Luck, and without either where would I be? You can try to follow me, if you want to avenge Bluestone's death. And I won't stop you. In fact, I'll provide the transport. But to pay your fare, you'll have to gather three trinkets and feed them to the God of the Sea at Brion's Bluff. What's more, the trinkets aren't even hidden. All you have to do is solve my riddles to find where in Kallamehr they are. I hope you're lucky. Then again, I hope you're unlucky. It's all the same to me.

What am I?

 A white-winged fish that parts the waves
 I ply the sparkling waste.
 I'm bound by ropes, and pulled by cloth,
 Lest merchants lose their haste.

Where am I?

 My first is in south but not in north;
 My second is in picture but not in play;
 My third is in fourth and also in worth;
 My fourth is in book and also in cook;
 My fifth is in toe but not in sew;
 My sixth is in life but not in death;
 And together I'm found where children abound.

What am I?

 My belly is round
 And bound with iron bonds;
 What I carry always raises a cheer.
 Murder have I not done;
 Stolen not; cheated not;
 Yet a peg is beaten into my head

Where am I?

 My coat is green and I can speak
 Of several things, but mostly cheek.
 In such a prison I am set
 That has more loopholes than a net.

What am I?

 I've neither top nor bottom,
 Yet I hold bone and skin;
 I hardly ever make a noise,
 And yet my name's a din.

Where am I?

 Ill-matched is my visage to my frame -
 Horns are on my head, the rest a hideous man;
 By fume well known through all the Allansian lands;
 From man and beast together is my name.

- The Riddling Reaver

Tarrian reaches the alleyway just seconds before the warehouse doors are smashed open. You hear a cry of "There! They're going through the hole!" behind you but by this point you are already running...

Moments later you reach a crossroads. To the south the alley continues - glancing down you can make out ships rigging so it must open out into the docks. To the the north it curves round a corner out of sight. In front of you a door stands, slightly ajar... a pungent smell emenates from within.

The sound of footsteps behind you is getting very loud...

A cocky young man is performing a trick with three shells and a pea. Two piles of coins testify this is no idle game.

Vithrain leaned in towards his brother and say in a low voice, "1 gold says Mannath succeeds in hustling the smart arse." Then he goes back to eating.

Incredulous, Mannath walked away from the game and sat down with his companions. In a low voice he whispered, "He's bloody cheating. And I don't mean proper cheating like I'd do, I reckon he's using magic."