Rysus Chats up the Adventurers in the Mayor’s Office

Rysus chatted up a small storm in the Mayor’s Office on Thursday night. He knew about the Tehir man, and afterwards people saw a guard posting notices about Lute’s niece going missing.

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Category: Towns
Topic: Wehnimer’s Landing

Date: 03/17/2017 01:50 AM CDT

From: LEAFIARA

Subj: Rysus talks about Quinshon / Lute's niece Lana has gone missing

Surprise Kenstrom night! Here’s a log of the happenings, basically with the two big takeaways being what’s in the title.

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Rysus’ Rumors Regarding Quinshon

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[Moot Hall, Mayor’s Office]
At the varnished modwir door, a red bear skin rug stretches across the polished hardwood floors while twin velnalin hide chairs face the Mayor’s pine desk. A great stag’s head is mounted above a cobblestone fireplace set into the western wall. Several tumblers of liquor and shot glasses rest atop an oak bar beside a tall arched window. A blue-streaked river trout is mounted above an open closet, its mouth still wedged open by a fish hook. You also see a bat-eared shadowy fennec, a droopy-eyed tan bloodhound, a large dog bed, a basket of sticks, a small framed portrait, a large detailed map and a fel-framed painting.
Also here: Meureii (Monk), Also here: Meureii, Conquerer of Reim Ortar (Warrior), Arshwikk (Ranger), Maylan (Empath), Conquerer of Reim Myasarie, Stormyrain (Bard), Farsia, Alasatia (Wizard), Rysus who is sitting

Obvious exits: none

Speaking to Rysus, Alasatia says, “I figured I’d check this one first, knowing you.”
Rysus nods at Alasatia.
Rysus says, “I’ll have to redesign the place a bit.”
Rysus asks, “Did you all sign a petition? or make an appointment?”
Rysus says, “I’m a busy man…”
Rysus says, “Oh wait…”
Rysus says, “I called you here.”
Rysus smirks.
Rysus says, “You have a new visitor I see.”
Speaking to Rysus, Kippe corrects, “Isn’t summoned a better word?”
Rysus purposely rearranges some things on the desk.
Rysus touches one finger to his lips.
Speaking to Rysus, Arshwikk asks, “The Tehir?”
Rysus says, “Well, you know.”
Rysus says, “Dock people talk.”
Rysus says, “Ship people talk.”
Alasatia says, “Quinshon.”
Rysus says, “Halflings talk.”
Rysus nods at Alasatia.
Arshwikk says, “Same guy.”
Rysus says, “Sometimes, he’s called…”
Rysus says, “Quinshon the Dissembler.”
Speaking to Rysus, Goldstr asks, “Ye knows a him?”
Myasarie softly asks, “Would thee be knowing about this student he spoke of?”
Rysus says, “Me? Nah.”
Arshwikk says, “That doesn’t sound like a name that attracts the ladies.”
Rysus asks, “The student?”
Rysus shrugs.
Arshwikk shrugs.
You curiously wonder, “And what does he dissemble, exactly?”
Rysus says, “I’ve got some information for you though.”
Rysus leans back slightly, looking down at something written on his palm.
Rysus leans forward.
Speaking to Rysus, Arshwikk asks, “And?”
Rysus says, “He was once a Magister of the Hall of Mages in Phannus.”
Rysus says, “Particular known for his…darker sorcery like skills..and..”
Rysus taps the side of his head.
Alasatia thoughtfully says, “Curious.”
Rysus says, “It’s always the mentalists.”
Rysus shakes his head, clucking his tongue.
Myasarie softly says, “Interesting to say the least.”
Stormyrain mutters, “Isn’t that the truth.”
Speaking softly to Rysus, Wintersylph asks, “Where does the dissasembler hail from Rysus? he is not another arcane eye guy is he?”
Rysus says, “Apparently he had quite a few disagreements with the Magister Provost at the Phannus college.”
Rysus says, “That’s the head guy of each college I guess.”
Rysus shrugs.
Rysus says, “So he left. Dropped his rank and title.”
Rysus says, “But he remained “with” the Hall, so to speak.”
Rysus says, “Loosely connected.”
Rysus says, “Rumors have it…”
Rysus says, “Now mind you these are scruffy dockworkers…”
Rysus says, “But rumors have it…”
Speaking to herself, Maylan says, “I love rumors.”
Rysus says, “He was used by the Hall from time to time for less than scrupulous activities.”
Maylan says, “Ooooooo, scruples.”
Rysus says, “They call him the Dissembler because of his reputation, true or false, of unraveling and molding minds.”
Speaking softly to Rysus, Myasarie says, “Sometimes rumors hold more truth than others wish to believe.”
Goldstr asks, “Anudder one?”
Rysus says, “He’s also Tehiri. So he likes sand.”
Rysus says, “Okay, I made that one up.”
Rysus says, “But it’s probably true.”
The voice of Aleid asks, “Which is made up?”
Rysus says, “The sand part.”
Rysus says, “I have no idea.”
The voice of Aleid says, “Thank you.”
Wintersylph grins at Rysus.
Rysus says, “So, I won’t begin to tell you how to live your life…”
The voice of Hapenlok asks, “Feeling a little worried, are we, Rysus?”
Rysus says, “But you should probably just kill him the next time you see him.”
Rysus shrugs.
Hapenlok suddenly fades into view.
Rysus asks, “You guys still do that right?”
Arshwikk says, “That seems a bit rash.”
Rysus asks, “Kill first, ask later?”
The voice of Aleid says, “I just can’t help but think killing with im…imp…something is a bad idea.”
Rysus asks, “Or are you slipping?”
Speaking to Rysus, Hapenlok says, “We’re slipping. you’re still alive.”
Speaking to Rysus, Goldstr says, “Ye be one a his targets, we wait till after.”
Rysus asks, “Am I?”
Rysus waves his hand in a dismissive gesture.
Rysus says, “I doubt he cares.”
Rysus stands up.
Rysus stands in front of a pine desk.
Rysus glances at a pine desk and slowly exhales.
Rysus rubs a pine desk.
Rysus says, “So dusty.”
Speaking curiously to Rysus, Meureii asks, “What purpose would his death serve to you?”
Rysus says, “What DOES he even do in here.”
Speaking to Rysus, Maylan exclaims, “Watch it!”
Speaking to Rysus, Arshwikk asks, “And what do you gain from his death?”
Alasatia whispers something to Rysus.
Rysus asks, “Me?”
The voice of Aleid asks, “And why not just kill him yourself?”
Speaking to Rysus, Arshwikk says, “Yes, you.”
Speaking to Arshwikk, Hapenlok says, “He gets to keep breathing, probably.”
Rysus says, “He’s of no concern to me.”
Rysus waves his hand in a dismissive gesture.
Rysus says, “I was just merely passing along some information.”
Speaking to Rysus, Arshwikk says, “Uh huh, likely story.”
Myasarie softly says, “Nae any concern but you speak of killing him on sight.”
Speaking softly to Rysus, Wintersylph asks, “So, why was he dispatched here? Whats your best guess?”
Rysus says, “It was a jest.”
Rysus shrugs at Myasarie.
Rysus shrugs at Wintersylph.
Rysus asks, “Why do all the imperials keep coming here?”
Rysus shrugs.
Rysus says, “It isn’t for a vacation home.”
Speaking softly to Wintersylph, Myasarie says, “Something was said of a student, he was to instruct.”
Speaking to Rysus, Arshwikk says, “Don’t get me wrong, I do kill some people on sight from time to time, but I generally have a reason, like they looked at me funny or something.”
Speaking to Rysus, Maylan asks, “Is it for our dirt?”
Speaking softly to Rysus, Wintersylph asks, “You seem to know alot about him, rumors and all, you can do better than that?”
Speaking to Rysus, Maylan says, “We seem to have special dirt.”
Speaking to Rysus, Meureii asks, “Aren’t they everywhere?”
Rysus says, “That’s all I heard.”
Rysus shrugs at Wintersylph.
Speaking to Rysus, you agree, “That’s a very mysterious thing, true–why so many Imperials come here, even important ones.”
Speaking knowingly to Maylan, Alasatia says, “Flax.”
Rysus says, “I would just say…”
Rysus says, “Imperial knights moving in…”
Rysus shrugs.
Rysus says, “Manageable.”
Myasarie softly says, “Give the man a chance to answer before asking so many questions at once.”
Speaking to Rysus, Arshwikk says, “Quinshon seemed pleasant enough.”
Rysus asks, “A cluster of Hall Mages trickling in?”
Rysus shakes his head.
Rysus says, “That is a deep root you should never let grow.”
Speaking to Myasarie, Maylan says, “Nonense. Bombarding folks with questions is what we do.”
Speaking to Rysus, Hapenlok says, “There’s one way they can go away, you know.”
Rysus nods at Hapenlok.
Rysus says, “I like your thinking.”
Speaking to Rysus, Hapenlok says, “Give it back.”
Rysus asks, “Meteor them?”
The voice of Aleid exclaims, “And it would be glorious!”
Speaking to Rysus, Goldstr says, “Ye be right der we let yers grow.”
Rysus nods at Meureii.
Arshwikk begins chuckling at Rysus!
Rysus says, “Well, if that’s all you had for me…”

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Idle Chat with Rysus

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[I hesitated to leave this in even though I found it amusing, but just in case there’s anything important in here…]

Rysus leans near a dark fel painting, trying to look nonchalant as he tries to wiggle it free from the wall.
Arshwikk asks, “Is he stealing a painting?”
Hapenlok says, “Seems that way.”
Ortar says, “Unsuccessfully.”
Alasatia says, “This is not our first mentalist type with goals of mind control.”
Speaking to Archales, Kippe says, “He’s… redecorating.”
Rysus dusts off a fel-framed painting.
Hapenlok says, “I plan on redecorating in a few weeks anyway.”
Rysus says, “It just had some dust on it.”
Goldstr says, “Dats wha ge be sneaky low rief.”
Goldstr says, “Tief.”
Rysus says, “If I wanted anything…”
Archales says, “Everyone seems so quick to jump to conclusions.”
Rysus points at a circular steel dial.
Rysus points at an open closet.
Arshwikk asks, “You mean, like to kill Quinshon?”
Rysus shrugs.
Archales says, “Someone’s already cleaned out the closet.”
Rysus says, “He’s your problem.”
Speaking to Rysus, Hapenlok warns, “You’re on borrowed time, Rysus. extend your life, such as it is. return that plinite.”
Rysus asks, “Plinite?”
Rysus peers quizzically at Hapenlok.
Speaking to Rysus, Hapenlok says, “And disappear.”
Speaking to Hapenlok, Archales asks, “Return?”
Rysus says, “I do not know what you are talking about.”
Archales says, “That’s rich.”
Speaking to Rysus, Alasatia reminds, “Our problems tend to become your problems.”
Rysus says, “No offense pint boy, but you disappear everytime you walk past a low shelf or table.”
Rysus winks at Hapenlok.
Rysus ruffles Hapenlok’s hair.
Speaking to Rysus, Arshwikk says, “Well just have to ask Quinshon what he thinks of your opinion of him.”
(Hapenlok gives rysus a not so gentle shove away.)
Rysus says, “In fact…”
Hapenlok glowers darkly at Rysus.
Rysus walks around to the other side of the desk.
Hapenlok lifts his shoulders in a small shrug, his expression doing very little to hide his complete and utter disdain for Rysus.
Rysus gasps.
Rysus gazes in wonder at his surroundings.
Rysus asks, “Hapenlok!?!?”
Rysus exclaims, “Where did he go!”
Rysus leans over, looking over the desk.
Rysus exclaims, “OH!”
Rysus says, “Whew.”
Rysus says, “There you are.”
Rysus slowly empties his lungs.
Rysus snickers.
Hapenlok says, “I’m still here. and i plan on being here long after you’re dead and buried.”
Speaking softly to Rysus, Wintersylph says, “May I remind you there halfbreed, your not so tall either.”
Rysus asks, “What do you call Hapenlok’s mom that has to keep cleaning up after him?”
Rysus seems to be waiting for something.
Rysus says, “A meteor maid.”
Rysus gazes in wonder at his surroundings.
Hapenlok begins to twitch as he glances at Rysus.
Speaking to Hapenlok, Goldstr says, “I rather he be burned. Nae has ta see fis foul grave.”
Speaking to Rysus, Archales asks, “So did you gather everyone here to announce your bid for mayor?”
Rysus says, “I should have quit when I was ahead.”
Rysus snickers at Hapenlok.
You flatly say, “I don’t think I got that one.”
Aleid simply says, “That wasn’t funny.”
Rysus says, “Don’t flip Aleid.”
Rysus nods at Aleid.
Speaking softly to Rysus, Wintersylph says, “You burned that joke up.”
Speaking agreeably to Wintersylph, you exclaim, “Better!”
Rysus begins chuckling at Archales!
Ortar offers, “Throw enough against the wall, something sticks.”
Rysus says, “The office is too dull for me.”
Alasatia says, “It was a – little – funny.”
Aleid crossly says, “I hate when people pronounce my name wrong.”
Rysus beams happily at Alasatia!
Speaking coolly to Rysus, Hapenlok says, “Keep laughing. you know i’m right.”
Alasatia looks at Rysus and hums.
Stormyrain shifts her weight.
Rysus moves to stand in front of Aleid.
Rysus gives Aleid a lingering kiss on the hand.
Rysus bows to Aleid.
Speaking to Ortar, Maylan says, “I bet you’d stick if we threw you against the wall.”
Rysus says, “My deepest apologies.”
You smile at Rysus.
Aleid stares at Rysus.
Aleid uneasily says, “Uh huh.”
Aleid moves to stand behind Meureii.
Aleid traces a series of glowing runes while chanting an arcane phrase…
Aleid gestures.
Aleid suddenly disappears.
Rysus exclaims, “Well, enjoy!”
Rysus turns around.

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Town Adventurers Reflect on the Information

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Wintersylph softly says, “Still, shouldn’t be making short jokes when he barley stands taller than a gnome.”
Stormyrain says, “That’s always exhausting.”
Avalera asks, “So, did he just put a very cheap bounty on someone’s head?”
Arshwikk asks, “Is that all you had us here for?”
Myasarie softly says, “Still as unpredictable as one remembers Rysus being.”
Arshwikk says, “Figures.”
Speaking to Arshwikk, Stormyrain says, “Seems so, since he’s gone.”
Alasatia says, “No, he’s just feeding the rumors.”
You neutrally comment, “I’ll agree about one thing, at least. If–and it’s a big if–there were any mages from the Hall who had ill intentions toward us, that’s a much bigger concern than Imperial soldiers.”
Speaking to you, Hapenlok says, “Thre’d be Imperial Drakes here. and Malvernus.”
Hapenlok says, “Which is exactly what happens if some idiot takes him up on his offer.”
Arshwikk mockingly says, “Hey, everyone go kill this guy because I said they should die…”
Arshwikk shakes his head.
Speaking to Hapenlok, you conclude, “And we’d be dead. Probably swiftly.”
You chortle.
From behind an oak bar, Archales’s voice asks, “How much is the bounty?”
Speaking to Arshwikk, Hapenlok says, “Sad part is, someone here might try it.”
Speaking to Arshwikk, Stormyrain says, “It’s somewhat normal for him to act that way, really.”
Avalera says, “A plug silver and stuff from the closter.”
Avalera slowly says, “Closet.”
Arshwikk says, “Well I don’t see as how anyone really has a reason yet, he has done nothing wrong we are aware of thud far.”
Arshwikk coughs.
You clarify, “Rysus didn’t offer anything for Quinshon, just ‘suggested’ we should kill him. Now, for an actual bounty, the Grand Magister offered two and a half million several days back for information that leads to Carenos’ capture…”
Arshwikk says, “Thus far.”
Archales says, “Silvers seem like a perfectly good reason.”
Stormyrain nods in agreement at Arshwikk.
Stormyrain repeats, “So far.”
Wintersylph softly says, “However, if this, this dissasembler was dispatched here, we should find out to what end.”
Ortar thoughtfully offers, “He was just sowing seeds of doubt.”
Goldstr agrees with Wintersylph.
The voice of Raelee says, “… at present, there is Hall blood on the hands of the Rooks all ready. If this town is worried about cultivating the ill will of the Hall, killing more of our associates is likely an efficient way to do so.”
Avalera asks, “Isn’t that what they do? Mind games and seed sowing?”
Raelee suddenly fades into view.
Stormyrain asks, “Is he an associate then, Raelee? Can you confirm what Rysus said about his past?”
Kippe grins slowly at Raelee.
Archales pulls the grey cotton-lined voluminous hood of his kidskin jacket over his head, preparing himself for the capricious elements of the outdoors.
Myasarie softly asks, “Perhaps this student that the dissasmbler spoke of is perhaps someone he is to ummm work his dark arts on and nae teach?”
You calmly remark, “Nobody agreed to do anything to Quinshon anyway. Not even me and I’m deathly afraid of magic users who specialize in mind control.”
Speaking to Stormyrain, Raelee says, “I can confirm that the Grand Magister invited him. Yes, he is an associate.”
You idly say, “If he is one.”
Ortar says, “We saw a flash of blue light in the outpost after he arrived there.”
Alasatia nods at Ortar.
Speaking to Stormyrain, Raelee says, “As for the rest – I met the man on the docks at the same time as the rest of you.”
Speaking to Ortar, Alasatia says, “Cyph, likely.”
Ortar agrees with Alasatia.
Speaking to Raelee, Stormyrain says, “Interesting. I’ve known Imperial folks to work with..unsavory types in the past. I just wonder how official this Quinshon’s relationship with the Hall is.”
Stormyrain looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs.
Stormyrain says, “I’m sure we’ll find out soon enough.”
Speaking to Stormyrain, Kippe mouths, “… unsavory?”
Kippe smirks.
Speaking to Kippe, Stormyrain asks, “..what else would you call Raznel?”
Stormyrain looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs.
Kippe looks lost in thought.
Hapenlok glances at Stormyrain and slowly exhales.
Speaking flatly to Stormyrain, Kippe says, “Undesirable.”
Wintersylph softly says, “I saw the golems working today, problem is, they are doing work that ordinary men could do, somethings amiss with them, thats for sure.”
Stormyrain looks at Kippe and breaks out in a triumphant grin.
Speaking to Wintersylph, Goldstr says, “Aye takin work from our own.”
Speaking to Wintersylph, you admit, “So far everything’s lining up with what the Grand Magister said about them.”
Speaking to Wintersylph, Raelee says, “Ordinary men could haul stone, yes… but with far less efficiency.”
You slowly repeat, “So far.”
Raelee says, “Men and beasts need to stop, to eat, to sleep… and have far less physical strength.”
Speaking softly to Wintersylph, Myasarie says, “True but they can carry much more stone at a time that a mere man could.”
Goldstr says, “Nad tinkin der.”
Wintersylph softly says, “So, the deduction is, he is building something, and needs it built fast.”
Speaking offhandedly to Wintersylph, you say, “Or repairing something.”
Hapenlok says, “Well, the whole compound did fall out of the sky a couple of months back.”
Hapenlok shrugs.
Goldstr nods at Hapenlok.
You say, “And that was part of why he said he was here, after all–to strengthen the Outpost’s foundations.”
You nod in agreement.
Hapenlok says, “They fixed a good deal of it, but there’s still a lot of damages.”
You add, “Both physically and magically.”
Speaking to Raelee, Hapenlok says, “And i was about to say your clever bit about the golems needing no rest thing.”
Hapenlok grins slowly.
Raelee nods at Hapenlok.
Hapenlok says, “Would have made me look smarter if you had waited.”
Hapenlok winks at Raelee.
Speaking to Raelee, Hapenlok says, “I’ll stick to what i’m good at, i guess. fire, brimstone and talking.”
Raelee explains, “Deeper within the Empire, utilizing magic to aid in construction is… entirely common.”
Stormyrain abruptly states, “Well, I’m heading back to the center of town.”
Outside the window of the office, you see a town guard nailing a poster to the outside wall of Moot Hall.
Speaking to Raelee, Hapenlok asks, “Well, a fair bit of it was used in the rebuilding of Solhaven, right?”
Stormyrain glances out.
Speaking to Raelee, Goldstr asks, “An Golems Magister?”
You glance out.
Stormyrain says, “..or ..just outside.”
The guard walks off down the street.

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The Missing Girl, Lana

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[Town Square, East]
Here in the center of a broad plaza near the commercial area of the bazaar stands the impressive facade of the slate-roofed Moot Hall, where the citizens of Wehnimer’s Landing hold various official, religious and social functions. Facing the square are some of the town’s more prosperous shops, still doing business with the many customers who still frequent the streets at night. You also see a MISSING poster, a gypsy fortuneteller and a large purple wooden barrel.
Also here: Meureii (Monk), Also here: Meureii, Arshwikk (Ranger), Conquerer of Reim Myasarie, Stormyrain (Bard), Alasatia (Wizard), Avalera (Paladin), Lotherius (Warrior)
Obvious paths: north, east, south, west

You gaze thoughtfully at a MISSING poster.
Stormyrain stares at a MISSING poster.

J>look post
The poster reads “MISSING” in bold black letters across the top of the wrinkled parchment. Beneath it is the name “Lana Orpharion. Last seen three nights ago leaving work from her aunt’s Music Shoppe in town.” Below all of that is the word, “REWARD!”

Alasatia says, “Goodness.”
Stormyrain frowns at a MISSING poster.
Stormyrain says, “That’s never a good sign.”
Speaking to Stormyrain, Alasatia mutters, “Not funny.”
Stormyrain can offer Alasatia only a blank expression.
Stormyrain says, “Wasn’t meant to be.”
You venture, “Maybe we should ask at the shop for any further details?”
Alasatia nods slowly to you.
Stormyrain designates you as the new leader of the group.
Avalera says, “Wish they had a sketch of her.”
You smile at Stormyrain.
Stormyrain says, “Lead on.”

[travel happens]

[Wehnimer’s, South Ring Rd.]
The quiet of the moonlit street is broken by the sound of metal bouncing against metal. A small group of rough-looking citizens gather in the shadow of the buildings, apparently busy at some gambling game. From one small storefront comes the sound of a lilting melody being picked out on a lute. You also see an ornate wrought iron gate.
Obvious paths: north, east, northwest

>go store
[Assuming you mean the music shop.]
The music shop appears to be closed.
You slowly say, “It… appears to be closed.”
Arshwikk knocks on the music shop.
Stormyrain thoughtfully says, “Well, if my niece was missing I wouldn’t be open either.”
Hapenlok says, “You know, i’ve already got a theory.”
You concede, “Fair. Just wish we had a little more to go on.”
Stormyrain nods to a burly town guard.
Speaking to a burly town guard, Stormyrain asks, “Say, do you know any more details about this?”
Stormyrain nods to a MISSING poster.
Hapenlok asks, “Doesn’t our Cyph fancy himself a ladies’ man?”
Hapenlok asks, “Our friend, that is?”
The guard suddenly snaps to attention, and bows to Stormyrain.
You hesitantly say, “You… might say that.”
Stormyrain slowly empties her lungs.
Stormyrain bows to a burly town guard.
Stormyrain asks, “–any more to report about this missing girl?”
Hapenlok mutters, “Time to go to work, i guess.”
Alasatia says, “Naimorai might have spoken to the girl or gotten a look at her. She did visit here after all.”
The guard says, “It’s Lute’s niece.”
Stormyrain points at a MISSING poster.
Hapenlok nods to a burly town guard.
Stormyrain asks, “Yes, says as much. How old? What does she look like?”
The guard says, “She works about four nights a week here, but she’s been missing for three days now.”
Stormyrain looks lost in thought.
Stormyrain asks, “Who saw her last?”
The guard says, “She’s about, twenty-ish or so? Brown hair, brown eyes, long hair.”
You ask, “Any other places she’s known to frequent?”
You admit, “Though I guess if there were and she went to any of them recently, these posters wouldn’t be needed.”
The guard says, “We’re putting up signs all over. She frequented here a lot, Thrak’s, the Park.”
You nod understandingly to the town guard.
The voice of Aleid asks, “Helga’s?”
Stormyrain nods slowly.
Hapenlok murmurs, “Shop, Thrak’s, Park.”
Speaking to a burly town guard, Stormyrain asks, “Did she have any beaus? Suitors that may have ..lured her away?”
Arshwikk says, “We could investigate the Inn, or the Park then, look for clues.”
Arshwikk faces a burly town guard and renders a sharp hand salute.
Stormyrain nods in agreement at Arshwikk.
Goldstr says, “Dennet’s daughter hung bouts da music shop.”
Alasatia nods at Goldstr.
You nod at Goldstr.
Speaking to Goldstr, Alasatia says, “A few weeks past.”
Goldstr nods.
The guard says, “Helga’s? No, she did not drink I was told.”
The guard says, “No suitors Lute is aware of.”
Stormyrain nods gratefully to a burly town guard.
Goldstr says, “Mights ne a whole evil Kestrel family.”
The guard says, “Very, bookish, she said.”
You grin at Goldstr.
You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.
Speaking to a burly town guard, Stormyrain says, “Thank you. No need to keep you when there are more posters to get up.”

[and then after this we wandered the park, the inn, and even a couple of other places looking for clues, but didn’t find anything]