En Route To Ribcage

[*Krayt]

She held the point threateningly aimed at his base of his throat with a stern look fixed on him.

"Ore was recently stolen in the Outlands and came hitherto. Is it still stored here? Secondly Holfan Dessc where can he be found?

[*Selebius]

He swallows, his eyes looking up at the woman, still glassy from sleep.

"There are... good arriving often. Almost daily. The master... i do not know. In his rooms beneath the estate perhaps. Or the in the warehouse. He does not need much sleep."

The man seems frightened, the words bubbling out without him thinking much.

[*Krayt]

"Unto whom is it distributed? It remains here in Ribcage or is there another buyer of these goods?" She asked maintaining the position as before. She made the error of glancing to the birds once as their glaring unnerved her.

[*Selebius]

He swallows hard, his throat grazed by the blade as it moves.

" I think.. I think it goes to Baator. To somebody there. But.. I only watch the birds. I do not know about the Master's business. "

[*Selebius]

Ganatog hears some yells and cries to stop the battle; perhaps some other guards arrived- and this time it is some city guards?

The spell that as cast was probably a Fireball- but it seemed unusually weak.

Up on the attic the man gets up carefully, his legs shaking as he nears the window and he never saw the blade that cut his throat. His body slumps down on the simple bed- his blood soaking the thin blankets.

It takes not long and the pigeons descend on him, feasting on the flesh of their former caretaker.

[*Krayt]

Her hand remainded over his mouth and she held it until she was certain he was dead. As the birds descended she tried shoo them away with her blade. Pulling the blanket over his adjusting his body so that it may have seem as he was still sleeping with the coverings pulled over his head. Wiping the blade clean underneat it. She turned toward the door leading away from the room Walking slowly and silently.

[*Selebius]

Opening the door the Fey'ri finds herself on a balcony which is running along the wall, perhaps two paces wide. there is a door on the wall to her right and beneath her is the warehouse floor.
There are two wagons and several crates and some burly half ogre workers are busy loading said crates in the wagons.

In a corner to the left a hunchbacked half fiend is talking to two armoured hobgoblins- the armour fitting what they saw in that valley, on the forces that attacked them that day.

[*Mander]

Ganatog holds his position under the window, listening to hear any sounds from inside or from Khozai and Ruk after they'd been chased off.

[*Selebius]

There are shouts and some sounds of combat from deeper into the town but Ganatog cannot determined what exactly is going on there. There is a bright flash of light (probably some combat magic?) and the struggle gets more intense, perhaps with new parties joining the fray.

From inside there is the sound of something heavy being dragged over the ground....

((listen for more, Spellcraft if you want to ID the spell cast in town))

[*Krayt]

"The crest of Tiamat. You know nothing about it either? The guard outside wore it opendly. Why when the forces of Baator is at such a disfavourable end with the dissidence hereat?"
She said with the same threatening tone albeit more of a aggressive low hissing than strong and loud voice mindful of not drawing anyone there without a good cause.