Feldard grumped at the sight of the place, mumbling to himself about the ‘seedy area’ and ‘getting jumped for the few coin in your pouch’.
The dwarf noticed the stevedores and headed that way. Stephan watched Ludo disappear and felt a bit of consternation and not being able to back him up should the rogue run into trouble. He caught up the Feldard’s decisive gait to the stevedores.
One took notice of the dwarf and his companions, and immediately pointed them out to the others. They quickly abandoned their work and started to move towards Feldard, spreading out. Some looked at him, and others looked back towards the Crossed Swords, craning their necks to see what the others were up to.
The dwarf nodding in greeting to the one that looked to be in charge. “Afternoon. Any chance you or one of your men might have seen a fellow in yellow robes recently?”
“What’s your business here, dwarf?” he asked. He was aggressive in tone, but made no threatening movements and was unarmed.
Stephan smiled trying to not alarm the loaders and match Feldard’s seemingly cordial mood. He was, nonetheless, on edge, watching the surroundings.
Others in the group fanned out and walked around Feldard toward the building. “You over there,” they shouted. “What are you doing back there?”
Hasan held back, with Maruc and Miklos, the threesome watching from the nearby corner. Hasan explained, gesturing wildly, “Watch them, Maruc, and tell me what is happening. But maybe we can show less than our full strength.” The cleric nodded, and swung his arms in a huge arc to the east, nearly knocking a shambing drunk to his feet. He carefully sent the man on his way with Halav’s sincerest blessings, as Miklos observed, “once more, with gusto, master dramatist!”
As Ludo slipped around the back of the Inn he noticed the forlorn state in which the building was in. He felt in his bones that Golthar was not here. He quietly approached the back of the building and peeked into the courtyard beyond, it was empty with no sign of any recent activity. He heard the sound of the stevedores shouting at his friends. The windows were thoroughly boarded shut. The wood was strong and unweathered, and the nails were unrusted, in contrast to the rest of the building.
Pulling out a small crowbar, he started to work on loosening the boards. This would take some time.