Investigation In The Golden Bariaur

[*Leona]

Leona does her best to remember any defining traits of the insect like elf that might help her locate him later.

She then would follow after the half fiend watchings where he goes attempting to keep herself from being seen as best she can.

((She has HIPS and rolled a 65 hide and 60 MS))

[*Selebius]

Following the half fiend is not hard at all- it heads over to the Temple of the Abyss, smiling faintly as it hears the bell's toll- a sound that somehow even makes Leona cringe.

The guards let him pass without giving him a second glance and soon he is swallowed by the dark inside.

[*Leona]

Leona was never lacking for courage and though she didn't like the place... at all. She knew there was little chance to find anything out if she stayed outside. She begain looking for an easy way in. Weaknesses in the guard's shifts... some kind of back way in an open window she could get into with her abilities.

[*Leona]

Leona has to admit to being a little on edge in such a place as this could turn nasty real fast. She kept her eyes open for incoming ambushes and the like.

She would try to keep herself hidden as she slipped into the private chapel hoping to find the answers she was looking for.

[*Selebius]

The place is busy and far from outright hostile- indeed most deal with each other in a rather businesslike way.

Nevertheless the abyssal symbols and many fiends of course let Leona never forget where she is.

Slipping into the chapel is not hard- a curtain, a door that is easily opened- and there is the Half Fiend, kneeling in front of a shrine.

"Are you shy, my visitor? Why do you stay in the shadows?" he asks with calm voice, not turning around.

[*Leona]

Leona couldn't help a little smirk coming to her face, "Some of us tend to prefer the shadows." She scanned the room carefully, "So would you like to confess your sins?" She of course thinks she is hilarious.

[*Selebius]

"There are too many I could boast with.", he answers with a grin, getting up. "Also one man's sin is the next's pleasure, one man's vice the other's way of worship."

He pulls a curtain to the side, sitting down on a stool of dark wood and light leather, making an inviting gesture to a similar one nearby.

The room is decorated lavishly bordering the gaudy- several abyssal powers shown in statues, paintings or through symbols.
A brazier is the only source of light, the coals glowing in a deep, rich red. The floor is dark stone- a carpet in front of the small alter, another one where the stools and a small table are.

It is from this table that the half fiend picks up a flagon to fill two glasses, offering her one, looking at her awaiting her next move.

[*Leona]

"Few speak truer words." she nods softly. She would sit on the other stool seeming calm and confident of herself.

She had little trouble seeing in the low light conditions due to her own conditions. Being immune to poisons and most effects like that she feared little from the glass taking one of them.

"So have any clue what *might* have happened in the Golden Bariaur?" She was not one to mince words especially considering the situation.

[*Selebius]

He folds up his wings, sips from the glass, stretches his legs- pondering. The Half fiend seems relaxed, not threatening but also not afraid or nervous.

"Knowing those who were involved I think somebody got into something unexpected. Bit off too much to chew.

Ever heard of a... Chaos Shake?"

Without waiting for her answer he explains:

"It is a mix of drugs- often everybody in a group adds something to the mix- without the others knowing what it is.

So.. you don't have an idea what you are enjoying nor does everybody have a clue how said drugs might interact with each other.

In addition it is the perfect opportunity to poison somebody... just use something slow acting and theor drug filled mind won't even realize they die... indeed they might be just astonished by this new experience and vision."

Again he sips, and he shrugs, leathery wings rustling- his tattoos glowing in a faint red light, the scars dark ornaments compared to them.

"Some of the Sensates are regular guests in the temple.. some even worship the powers found here. And of course there is not much you cannot buy...or get... inside this walls."

[*Leona]

"So know who might have wanted that particular group dead?" she pauses, "And usually I thought if Sensates were doing something that risky they usually have a back up plan so they can live another day." she furrows her brow.