Maruc had followed the others fairly absentmindedly. The prayer he ha said over the crumbling masonery in the tunnel had left him thougthful. Keen to follow the dwarf Maruc placed faith in his forthright manner. Feldard seemed to cope with the situation more readily than the others. they seemed more self possessed.
In the Inn Marcuc sat down heavily and ordered a strong ale. After todays exploits he deserved a rest so he raxed with an ale in the Rattlesnake while the others busyed themselves.
As he sank further into his seat he dwelt on the red hair of the poor girl and how it had eneded up in so many places?
“What could this mean?” he said aloud. Seeing the confused faces around him he explained himself further. “I mean I personally will investigate further to ascertain the truth.”
“Ascertain where friend Maruc? I have personally ensured we heve missed nothing of import. Still I will glady seek along with you.”
Saeth once again moved to her typical seat against the wall. Her eyes scanned the room. Quickly giving up on finding an individual in this mass of humanity, she looked at floor level, trying to identify the location of the rubbish pit beneath. The pit wouldn’t be in the main room though. Probably in the back behind the kitchen.
Nicolai made his way to the out house as an excuse to scout around the back of the inn.
Feldard also left the party’s table, but he chose to head to the bar and sought out the barkeep. “My good man, I seek a man named Skevlos. Was told he might put me in contact with someone to gain employment. Would he frequent this establishment? And is he here presently?” He sets on the bar one of the coins given him as retainer from Theosius. Seated high on one of the barstools, he glanced over the room looking for anything note – Skevlos, red hair, purple hoods.. anything to further solve this mystery.
Saeth kept half an eye on the dwarf as he strode to the bar. He wasn’t doing a half bad job, not for a humorless dwarf, but he’d need someone to help him out if things went wrong (or even if he just ended up drinking instead of querrying). Someone fleet of wit and foot, more like Lanovar of the Silver Bow than the hero of Rothgar Threehammers and the Queen of Dragons.
“Skevlos?” the bartender thought to himself for a moment. “I’d like to help you friend, but that name is not familiar to me.”
Meanwhile, Nicolai circled the perimeter around the inn, sticking to the shadows. Nothing appeared to be amiss. After searching for several minutes, he returned to the tavern area.
Perhaps, the tunnellers had broken into the refuse pit below by sheer accident and there was nothing sinister going on at the Rattlebone Inn afterall.
As the group sat at the table, they overheard gossip start to spread throughout the room. The news of the tunnels and the death of Lucia Vorloi quickly took over as the main topic of discussion amongst the patrons. They pick up bits and pieces of various conversations.
“The niece of the baron is slain! How could this happen.”
“Did you hear that she insulted the Torenescus? She rebuked Stephanos in front of the entire family!”
“Stephanos deserved it. He’s a pompous snob!”
“They’re all pompous snobs as far as I’m concerned!”
“First, the Torenescu disrupt the Festival of Lucor, and now are no doubt involved with murder. They think their wealth makes them above the law!”
Clearly, these new developments are upsetting to the citizenry.