Searching for the Prince (Chapter 1)
"We have to find missing Prince? Maybe best way is to find where he was seen, then ask around. Eavesdrop in places where rumors and gossip travel faster than a King's messenger."
Greb's note was responded to by way of Reign's nod. At the thought of questioning, he presumed he would need to keep his hood up. He'd never heard of his kind being prejudiced against, but they were often revered, and he didn't need all that attention at once.
However, it seemed Qarley's antics would draw enough attention as it were.
Reign sighed smokily as he ashed out his cigar, already feeling as though he wasted a good smoke by giving one to Qarley. "Asking questions would be...a start, Greb." Greb had clearly indicated their intelligence; it seemed maybe this other group wasn't completely made up of marionette-play misfits. At least Greb had a vested interest in the mission, so maybe, just maybe, his own head wouldn't be blown off for an offense not his own.
"I suggest we entertain princely ideation. Perhaps a tailor, for fine clothes, perhaps. First, of course, I suggest we start here."
With that, Reign began casing the tavern, asking those that worked there, alongside notable patrons, for clues on the princes whereabouts. Reign did not possess the communicative skills that came with expert investigation; it seemed a life spent skipping across planes didn't inspire common communication. He would have liked to try and keep his questions brief and succinct, low key enough to not draw the attention of too many.
With this group, the idea of discretion was lofty if not futile.
I hope the scarecrow investigation at least proves more fruitful.
Reign will take 10 (20 if possible) to Gather Information on prince's whereabouts, recent sightings. Perhaps trying to find out if there was a place that his description fit for frequency.