It takes little more than a minute for the party to walk from the Trollop and Troll to the front door of the Constable's office. The building is of old stone construction, well worn from many years of service. Although it is quite late, the front door is still open. The room inside is rectangular. About 15 feet by 20. The room contains a desk, a large trap door in the floor (bolted from the side which you can see), and two doors along the opposite wall.

Seated at the desk is a skinny man with a thin messy tangle of hair smeared across his head, hunched over a pile of papers. He mumbles to himself as he reads them, occasionally scribbling something along the margins with an inked quill.

He looks up from his work, part startled and part annoyed by the presence of four people in the doorway. "Can I help you?"
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In reply to DM (msg # 1):

On the way to the constable's, Lazaret inspires Thorfire...

Please, gentlemen, let me do the talking as it will probably happen anyway.

Thorfire, I saw how you handled those goons in the tavern. Your skills may be required here if my words are not sufficient. I know you can do this. There will be songs sung of your skill and cunning!

(Lazaret gives Thorfire inspiration - his last one for now.)

Good evening, fine sir. I am Fire Star of the Lazaret, Esquire. My services have been retained for young Master Kevril. Here are my papers. I am sure you will find them all in order.

Lazaret produces papers with his name and the seal of his patron.

I will need to see a written list of charges levied against the imprisoned and accused as well as all the damning and exonerating evidence hereby encumbered upon the aforementioned imprisoned and accused. Furthermore, I formally request to speak with my client in order to make proper introduction and pursuant to said introductions and accusations relieve him of his incarceration and imminent extermination heretofore forthwith and post haste!

In reply to Lazaret (msg # 2):

09:14, Today: Lazaret rolled 10 using 1d20+5.
09:13, Today: Lazaret rolled 6 using 1d20+5.  Persuasion/Deception.

(Rolled twice in case Advantage/Disadvantage was imposed.)

In reply to Lazaret (msg # 3):

Upon hearing Lazaret trying to persuade and deceive the Constable, Thorfire, who is proficient in deception, feels the attempt may not be successful...and take matters into his own hand.

11:28, Today: Thorfire Shortankard rolled 22 using 1d20+5.  Stealth (Hide in Plain Sight).
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Celador is impressed with Lazaret's vocabulary and is not sure he understands most of what the cat just said. Since he is unsure of his own ability to use language to persuade the man behind the counter, Celador calmly pushes aside his cloak and reveals the longsword at his side.


23:12, Today: Celador Qiris rolled 17 using 1d20+2.  intimidation.

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With an exaggerated roll of his eyes, the skinny man takes the papers from Lazaret and examines them. "Sir Reginald Pierre Archambault, eh? Never heard of him."

He starts to hand the papers back, but as he does, one of his filmy eyes catches a glimpse of Celador's longsword. He straightens slightly, still holding the documents provided by Lazaret. "But perhaps the Good Sister has." He rises to his feet and slinks toward one of the doors. "It is lucky for you that she is still here."

He raps lightly on the door, still keeping an eye his visitors. "Sister Gwendelon, I hate to disturb you but there are ahhhh.... three... (weren't there four?) Yes. Three visitors here that would like to speak with the prisoner. One has some papers."


OOC: The three he refers to are Therarak, Celador, and Lazaret. He doesn't seem to see Thorfire hiding in plain sight.

The door opens and out steps Sister Gwendelon. She is younger than most people expect, with long blond hair and a noticeable air of authority.

The skinny man hands her Lazaret's documents. Her eyes shift from the papers, to the tabaxi, and back to the papers. "Sir Reginald Pierre Archambault of Aquataine?" She ponders alound, looking up again and staring at Lazaret. "I've never heard of this gentleman."

The icy stare holds for only a instant, then it melts in a smile. "But no matter. Enoch says you want to speak to the prisoner. Why is that? Are you associates of his? You clearly aren't relatives."

In reply to Sister Gwendelon (msg # 7):

My lady.

Lazaret bows with great panache and feline grace.

We represent this wayward lad's poor mother. She has retained our services to get to the bottom of this issue before her son pays for another's deeds with his own life.

With your permission we humbly request to speak with Kevril and do what we can to clear his name. It would be a great relief to his mother and would put the rest of the town at ease to know that the real wrongdoers will be put to justice and that the threat they pose to the good people here is gone forever.

In reply to Lazaret (msg # 8):

08:43, Today: Lazaret rolled 16 using 1d20+5 ((11)) persuasion

Sister Gwendelon ponders the proposal carefully before replying. "I've no doubt that clearing his name would be a great relief to Hyacinth Moonstone. She is a good woman and I am saddened that she has to deal with these dark matters. However I should also point out that Kevril himself has admitted to being a member of a local gang of bandits."

She shrugs her shoulders with a pained look upon her face. "I'm afraid the law is quite clear on matters of this type."

In reply to Sister Gwendelon (msg # 10):

He is merely a boy and can be tought a lesson in a manner that would not bring woe upon his poor mother.

Therarak studies the good sister in detail to determine the deity she serves to see if there's a spiritual approach that could be taken.

22:55, Today: Therarak Gemfinder rolled 15 using 1d20+4. Religion.

Celador steps forward, performs a bow and introduces himself

Sister Gwendelon, allow me to introduce myself. I am Celador Qiris, corporal lieutenant of the elven army of Glenvendale. I pledge my sword and bow to your service while under your auspices and jurisdiction. I understand that young master Kevril came into contact with a hooded outlaw north of Westbank and that confrontation has lead to this unfortunate turn of events. In the interest of the peace and safety of the good people of Westbank, I suggest that you allow my colleagues and me to bring this person of interest to justice. Possibly in exchange for this service to your town you could be so merciful as to reduce the boy's sentence.


23:06, Today: Celador Qiris rolled 2 using 1d20.  persuasion.

OOC: I'm going to guess she's not persuaded...

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While Gwendelon quietly considers the facts, Enoch sighs heavily. "Hooded outlaw? Please. The boy has you fooled and you haven't even met him yet." He turns his filmy eyes toward the thoughtful Sister. "Sister Gwendelon. I don't need to remind you that the laws are clear on this matter. I don't think it is in Westbank's interest to change the law based on the pleadings of a trio such as this."



OOC: Therarak, you notice that Sister Gwendelon wears a necklace emblazoned with the symbol of Pelor (a circle with six outwardly radiating points), god of the sun and agriculture.
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In reply to DM (msg # 13):

We are not questioning matters of law here. We are simply looking into the truth.

Please, give us time to clear the boy's name. It is possible he is under the influence of a power that no one here fully understands. A power that could make someone admit to things they did not do.

Let us look into this. Justice will be served. The law will be upheld. But let us not be too hasty or justice and law may be forever tarnished here.

In reply to Lazaret (msg # 14):

07:28, Today: Lazaret rolled 22 using 1d20+5 ((17)).

In reply to DM (msg # 13):

Being a deadly assassin (and chaotic netural)...Thorfire ponders, Should I just back stab this bitch... But decides to hold his action for the moment.

The Good Sister carefully considers Lazaret's words for several moments. Finally she nods to Lazaret with a sigh. "I suppose you are correct. I hold the law in high regard and would be negligent if I did anything to tarnish it. Let's speak with the boy. Enoch, would you be so kind as to assist us."

Enoch raises his eyebrows, rises to his feet, and slinks to the trap door with a sigh. "If you three would be so kind as to remove your weapons."

In reply to DM (msg # 18):

Lazaret quickly undoes the belt holding his rapier in a scabbard and places it on Enoch's desk. He always keeps a dagger hidden in his fur for emergencies and will not surrender it except for extreme circumstances.

Celador removes his long sword and sets it, along with his bow, quiver, and two handaxes; on his shield.

He gives Lazaret a sideways glance, as if to say -are you sure about this?-

Enoch taps his foot impatiently while looking at Therarak. "And what about you, Svirfneblin?"

In reply to DM (msg # 21):

Places his 2 daggers, his crossbow (and bolts) with the guard.
Here good sister of the harvest, as a token of my fidelity. As he bows low to the priestess.
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Enoch rolls his eyes and groans at the gnome's display. Sister Gwendelon, on the other hand, cracks a slight smile, noticably relieving the tension in the room.

She nods to her lieutenant. "Very well, Enoch. I believe we are ready."

Enoch rolls his eyes again, and with a sigh pulls open the trap door revealing a set of stone stairs descending into the dungeon. The passageway below flickers in torchlight.

"Well, let's see what our prisoner has to say." Gwendelon heads downstairs and motions for the others to follow.
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In reply to Sister Gwendelon (msg # 23):

After you, gentlemen.

Lazaret gestures to the others to go first. He feels that a distraction may be in order to get Thorfire down the stairs.

"I'm keeping an eye on you, tabaxi," Enoch snarls at Lazaret while leaning the open door against the wall. Once completed, he stands atop the stairs with arms folded, glaring down into the chamber below for a moment before returning to his desk. He is clearly upset at the manner in which events have unfolded. However, he is the Constable's lieutenant, and as such has little choice but to comply with the wishes of his superior.


OOC: Enoch will not be joining you in the dungeon. The door leading down resembles those old style cellar doors that lead into old school basements from the outside (except this one is inside).

While fiddling with the door and sneering at Lazaret, Enoch provids a better than average chance for Thorfire to sneak downstairs undetected.

Thorfire, if you'd like to enter the dungeon unseen, make a stealth roll with advantage (DC 10).

In reply to DM (msg # 25):

I would expect no less as it is your station. Someone is always needed to guard and to watch.

At sea it was my duty to watch. As one skilled at climbing and with keen eyes it was I who was tasked with climbing up the main mast and looking for ships or signs of land. It was a job that I gladly accepted as it let me see the world and all the shiny things it has to offer.

One particularly calm, sunny day I was atop the main mast, just pacing from one end of the sail to the other when I spotted a peculiar object floating off the starboard bow. I don't think any of my fellow sailors would have spotted it. I alerted the captain and he had the ship turn slightly. A rope was lowered and I climbed down to retrieve the object. It was a lump of ambergris the size of a small child. Well I don't have to tell you the value of such an object and I certainly didn't have to tell the captain either!

I used to have a small chunk of that thing in my bag here, now where is the damned thing...

Lazaret takes a little time to search through his bag for a piece of ambergris that he long ago lost interest in and traded for some other bauble.

Celadon says to Lazaret, as he gives him a knowing look to let him know that he thinks he knows what he's doing, which he does not,

Why thank you, Lazaret.

He is the first to follow Sister Gwendelon donwn into the dungeon,

Now tell me good sister, what do you know about the hooded fellow that this unfortunate young man unfortunately ran into? Has he caused other trouble?

In reply to DM (msg # 25):

Thorfire hesitates wondering if he should keep an eye on Euonch or sneak down into the dungeon.  His vow to help Mrs. Moonstone settles the matter and he sneaks down the trapdoor.


Good thing he had advantage....
22:27, Today: Thorfire Shortankard rolled 14 using 1d20+5.  Stealth.
22:27, Today: Thorfire Shortankard rolled 6 using 1d20+5.  Stealth.

Led by Sister Gwendelon, the party descends into the torch lit dungeon. Thorfire, still unseen by Enoch or Gwendelon, nearly blows his cover when he kicks a loose rock across the floor. Luckily for the halfling, Enoch is staring venomously at Lazaret and doesn't notice a thing when the stone skids against a nearby wall. By the time the tabaxi has completed his unsuccessful search for an old treasure in his pack, the rest of the team is downstairs and Lazaret scampers off to join them.

At the bottom of the stairs, the passage turns right. Across a narrow corridor, in the thick stone wall, a door of iron bars is set. Beyond this barred door sits a boy, about 16 years old by the looks of him. He sits on a narrow wooden bench with his knees pulled up under his chin.

The corridor runs parallel to the stairs past two additional cells.
A 4th cell is located beyond the stairs on the other side of the corridor.

OOC: See "Map/Image for group 1" under the Game Map link if you want to see a full layout of the dungeon (it's not much).
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Kevril eyes the group as it comes down the stairs. Even in the dim torchlight, it is apparent that the boy has been crying. He sniffles once and stares for a while before his curiosity gets the best of him. "Who are you?" he inquires to the group.

In reply to Kevril Moonstone (msg # 30):

I am Fire Star of the Lazaret, your attorney. This is Celador. He works security. And this is Thererak. He is a specialist in investigation. Your mother has hired us to save your life. We don't have much time as you are to die at noon tomorrow. You need to tell us everything so we can clear your name and get to the bottom of your case.

What happened? Why are you here? And who was this hooded man that everyone is so upset about?

Do not waste your words or our time as Sister Gwendelon has already made your current situation quite clear and she is not about to change her mind.

In reply to Lazaret (msg # 31):

For the second time, Thorfire thinks about back stabbing the "good" sister...

"Wha-" Kevril gives Lazaret a long, dumbfounded stare. "An attorney? But you're a... none of you are even..."

As outrageous as having a legal representative sounds to Kevril, he is equally puzzled by the fact that neither his attorney, security, or investigative specialist are human. Judging from his look, the party deduces he has never seen a tabaxi or deep gnome in his short life in the north.

Nevertheless, he is smart enough to accept any and all help when given.

He sets his feet on the floor, wipes his eyes, and takes a deep breath.
"It all started a few months ago. One of the merchants in town had bilked my friend's father out of an enormous wealth. At least 50 gold pieces. Sold him a dwarven axe that would never need sharpening. Never. He used it for half a day and it broke. The merchant told him he must've been using is wrong. But he wasn't. My friend's dad knows how to use an axe. He's worked for the mill his entire life. That axe was no more dwarven than the hair on my head.

"So last week, the merchant returns from the south and he's talking about all the money he made down there. A couple days ago, he's supposed to be on his way in a caravan north, I suppose to rip off whomever he can in Alaka. So my friend and me and a couple of his friends decide we'll wait for his caravan at the bridge. It's a bit of a ride from here, but we figure we can stop him there and get his dad's money back. You know. Just to take what's rightfully his, not anything more.

"Well, it gets to be evening and he still hasn't arrived, but then a cart finally comes up the road. My friend tells me to stay with the horses on the other side of the bridge so they don't get scared and run off. They go across the bridge and stop the merchant, only it isn't him. It's a different deal altogether. But my friends don't realize it until it's too late. There's a single man driving the horses. My friends stop him and ask if he's seen any other merchants, but then this hooded man steps out of the cart and you won't believe it. Fire falls from the sky onto one of my friends. Then the hooded man walks over to another, grabs him by the arm, and he falls to the ground. It was like he just sucked the life out of him. My other friend tries to run, but the driver hits him in the back with a crossbow."

Kevril's eyes widen. "Then the driver asks the hooded man if he should put my three friends with the rest of the bodies. And the hooded man just nods. They open the back of the cart and they just toss my friends in like it was nothing!

"By now I'm getting ready to run for it, but the cart doesn't come over the bridge at all. Instead, it turns off the trail and heads west, toward the Wildwood."

Kevril's jaw sets determinedly as he continues. "By this point, my courage has returned. These guys have just killed three of my friends, so I follow them! They go for a mile, maybe two. The terrain is kind of rolling there, and notched inside one of those hills is an opening. A little cave mouth. The cart pulls up to the opening, the horses get kind of spooked. It's dark now. The driver is telling someone to unload the bodies. It's too dark to see much, but I don't think the things he was talking to were even human. They were smaller, and scurried around like animals. They made a lot of noise and they dragged a bunch of bodies out of the back. Not just my friends, either."

In reply to Kevril Moonstone (msg # 33):

To Kevril:

That's my boy! A few more questions. Keep answering honestly and maybe Sister Gwendelon will not hang you for your crimes of attempted, yet justified, robbery and general foolishness.

What is the name of the merchant who wronged your friend, the man you were hoping to find?

Where, exactly, is this cave that you mention? I assume we will need to go there to clear your name.

To Sister Gwendelon:

Good Sister, surely you can delay my client's execution to give us time to investigate his claims? I would also ask what kind of evidence would you need to reconsider his guilt? We can go out to this alleged cave and take a look to see if what he says is true. After all, a young boy such as Kevril who has not so much as dragged mud into his mother's kitchen before could not be responsible for the things he stands accused of doing.

I remember a time at sea where my Captain accused a young deckhand of stealing bread from the galley. He denied the charges, but was unable to offer up an alibi or any evidence to the contrary. The young girl's right hand was swiftly removed by a rather sharp scimitar and it appeared that justice had been served despite any tangible evidence against her. The next day I discovered a rather large nest of rats just on the other side of the galley wall. The rats were quite fat and had clearly been feasting on our provisions for some time.

In reply to Lazaret (msg # 34):

What else can we seen in this prison? Are the other cells occupied?

"His name is Rikaver. Rikaver Whitehorse, cheating donkey, that one.

"As for the cave, you turn west at the bridge, there's not really a trail, but if you get to the hills, not the little ones, but the real hills, go over one or two of them, then look north, there's an opening about half way up." He sighs, frustrated at his own description. "It's hard to explain, but I could show you."

After carefully listening to all of the young boy's description, the Sister finally gasps at Kevril's suggestion of release. "Absolutely not," she scolds. "Might I remind you that there is a reason for your incarceration. Actions have consequences. If laws were merely upheld when it was convenient, this place would revert into the chaos that was seen here when I first arrived."

"I'm sorry, Kevril. I cannot let you go."

In reply to Sister Gwendelon (msg # 37):

And we would not think to ask of such a thing. But kindly consider our request for more time. What evidence do you need us to produce?

The Good Sister smiles brightly. "You are a persistent negotiator, Fire Star of the Lazaret. I will give you 48 hours. The night after next. As for evidence, since you believe this sensational story about a hooded man, bring me this man AND his hood. But I warn you against hope. I fear the boy's story is just that. A story. It's sad, I admit. One so young who made some bad decisions, but even now unwilling to admit them. Instead making this fanciful story of hooded men and carts full of bodies. But if it will bolster your hearts to search in vain for this fictitious man, so be it.

"48 hours."

Kevril rises desperately from his bench and pleads with Sister Gwendelon. "But the cave? How will they find the cave without me? They need me. Let me show them!"


OOC: To answer an earlier question, the second cell appears empty. Keep in mind that the walls (including the front wall) are stone, with a barred door from floor to top of doorway. So if someone sits on the near wall, you wouldn't see him.

The cell on the far end of the hall you can barely see anything through the bars due to the extreme angle, so hard to tell. The 4th and final cell (kind of behind the stairs and opposite the cell on the far end of the hall) has its gate open (you can see it protrude into the far end of the corridor), so that one is presumably empty, as well.

"Kevril, I'm sorry, but the answer is still no. Be thankful I've given you the opportunity I have, because I will certainly be criticized for it. And for your sake I hope this story about a hooded man and cave of bodies is true."

She turns to Lazaret. "Do you need anything else from the boy or should we be on our way?"

In reply to Sister Gwendelon (msg # 41):

To Kevril,

Anything else we should know, boy? I also hope your story is true. There is nothing more that I love than a great adventure, but a fool's errand is not my idea of adventure.

To Sister Gwendelon,

I believe we are through here.

Tell me, Sister. You are a cleric, correct? Which god do you worship? We never had a "Sister" aboard our bark. Only a "Brother." He was a cleric of Pelor. Not a bad choice of deities. There are so many, after all. I follow the teachings of the Cat Lord. A minor deity to be sure, but my ancestors have followed him for many generations. I would describe myself as more spiritual than religious though. We don't have a lot of rituals or obligations. I'm sure I would forget to observe them anyway, but there is a part of me that really likes the idea of a god watching over my journeys and adventures. Hopefully I am doing well by him. Please, give my regards to your deity as well. One can't be too careful or picky, can they?

Kevril looks to Lazaret, but provides no further information when asked.

Sister Gwendelon turns to head back upstairs, waiting for those on the stairs ahead of her to ascend. "I am a sister of Pelor," she responds to Lazaret. "May the light of Pelor shine upon you on your journey."

OOC: Thorfire, you have your choice of heading up the stairs with everyone else, hiding in plain sight as Gwendelon passes by you (you will have to make a new roll, however, since your position has changed since your last roll), or jump off the stairs down into the corridor below (see private message regarding the difficulty of that task).

Hoping his comrades make sure the trapdoor isn't shut and locked, Thorfire jumps off the stairs further into the dungeon and hides in the shadows until the party has left.  Then he proceeds to quietly check out the remaining cells.

23:07, Today: Thorfire Shortankard rolled 9 using 1d20+5.  Stealth.

Thorfire lands in the corridor with a bit of a thud, but Lazaret's ceaseless banter more than covers any out of the ordinary sounds. The halfling holds his position in the shadows until he is confident that the Good Sister, accompanied by the others, is well into the office.

With the help of a torch from the wall, Thorfire quickly determines that the two cells on the same side of the corridor as Kevril are indeed empty. The final cell, located underneath the stairs and on the other side of the corridor, is stocked with supplies: some rations, food and water, and a shelf of books, none of which look particularly interesting or useful.

23:36, Today: DM rolled 78 using 1d100.  5% chance of something cool in the supplies (roll of 95-100).

Between the cells on the opposite end of the corridor, Thorfire also notices a metal grate in the ceiling. Smoke from the torch disappears up through the grate. It's difficult to tell, but presumably above the grate is a chimney of some sort, a little too small for a human, but possibly wide enough for a halfling.
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Kevril, having heard the commotion when Thorfire landed in the corridor, watches intently as the halfling peruses the rest of the cells. The boy, not sure whether his new visitor brings good news or ill, observes in silence for a minute before his curiosity gets the better of him.

"Hey," he finally whispers down the corridor toward Thorfire. "Who- who are you?"

After checking the rest of the cells and making sure the good sister and guard can't hear, Thorfire whispers I was hired by your mother and I am with the party that just left.  Now that the "good" sister is not here, is there anything else you can tell me about the hooded man and the cave?

Thorfire looks at the grate and looks at Kevril and wonders, Can the boy fit into the grate and chimney too?

17:31, Today: Thorfire Shortankard rolled 21 using 1d20+2.  Perception.

"I told you everything I know," he whispers. "There's a cave. It's in the foothils, but I can't remember exactly how far in. And I'm not a bandit. I don't care what Gwendelon says. We were just going to take what belonged to my friend's father. They were my friends - well, at least one of them was. And now they've been killed by the hooded man and all she cares about is upholding her stupid rules by -" he stops, still unable to speak aloud his upcoming fate.

Thorfire's examination of the grate reveals that someone as small as Kevril could probably fit in the chimney, but little more. It would be impossible for the boy to climb on his own. It also reveals the bars of the grate are well imbedded in the stone of the ceiling. Removing them might require a chisel and hammer, making some noise.

Atop the stairs and into the office, Gwendelon motions to the desk where Enoch sits scowling behind an assortment weapons. "Very well. Against my own judgement, I have given you 48 hours. It will be in your best interest to take your things and get some sleep with what's left of this evening. For Kevril's sake, I hope you find this hooded man, but I'm afraid to say that I doubt you will."

Remembering the door to the dungeon a couple strides away, she turns as if to close it.

In reply to Sister Gwendelon (msg # 50):

Sister Gwendelon, you are rather kind to give us this time, but if it would not be too much too ask, can our time start in the morning? We have just arrived in town and know that it may not be safe to travel at night. A good rest would do our weary bones some good and we will be off to a fresh start in the morning.

I'm sure there is a nice place to sleep in town somewhere. Could you make a recommendation? We could sleep here in the office if it is not being used overnight?

Sister Gwendelon reaches the first of the doors to the cellar and closes it.


As the Good Sister reaches for the second door, Lazaret's suggestion nearly topples her over with its preposterousness. "Good heavens no," she exclaims, straightening with dismay and stepping toward Lazaret (and away from the second door which still stands open). "The Stronghammer Inn is right next to the tavern. To the east of the park. You must've seen it. Or there is Polly's on the north road. It is very nice. It serves a slightly higher clientele"

"I'd say the Stronghammer is the place for you," Enoch sneers from his seat.

In reply to DM (msg # 53):

Lazaret retrieves his rapier from the desk. Stares at the blade for a moment and then at Enoch. He sheathes the blade without losing eye contact then turns to walk out the door.

A good evening to you, my Lady. We shall see you in two day's time.

Sensing that the boy and the dungeon is a dead end Thorfire creeps back toward the stairs where he strains to hear the conversation about the inn.  He is somewhat disturbed when he hears the door closing.  He decides to wait an hour before stealthy creeping back up the stairs and listens at the door for signs of activity.

BTW, what is the time of day?

10:26, Today: Thorfire Shortankard rolled 24 using 1d20+5.  Stealth.
10:27, Today: Thorfire Shortankard rolled 10 using 1d20+2.  Perception.
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In reply to Thorfire Shortankard (msg # 55):

Gentlemen. Shall we turn in for the night at the Stronghammer? I was born without fancy surroundings and have no need for them now. It's a shame we couldn't stay here. No one else is using the space after all.

I assume we should procure a bunk for the halfling. He must be here somewhere.

Having obtained what information they could, Therarak, Celador, and Lazaret depart for the Stronghammer inn.

Thorfire, meanwhile remains in the dungeon. Unfortunately for him, after the others depart, Enoch closes the second door to the cellar, locking the Halfling below with Kevril!

OOC: The party is now officially split up! I will be creating two different chapter 3 threads. Chapter 3A will be visible only to Therarak, Celador, and Lazaret. Chapter 3B only visible to Thorfire. Look for them shortly!!!