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=Participants=
* [[Cassidy]]
* [[Fenris]]
* [[Hannibal]]
* [[Natska]]
* [[Thelergramor]]
=Date=
9/4/478
=Log=
<div></div><br> <br>The shanty town is oddly being looked over by several guards and such. Professional looking individuals who ordinarily would never step foot in this place. A hot, though normal for the region, day at 90F, scattered clouds, not much wind... Typical day. There&#39;s a collection of shanties, all positioned close together to form what could almost be one mass of structure; which seems to be the main focus of the guards attention.

Standing out front of said building is a tall-ish badger in full plate, looking to be the one in charge at the moment.<br> <br>Fenris arrives wearing a worn, tattered black coat, along with the worn, tattered form of Amos Longtooth. Despite the hot weather, the lanky, scarred tomcat does not look the least bit uncomfortable in his long coat. &quot;What is this about, Ipswitch?&quot; the old cat rasps at the badger guardsman, &quot;What brings you and your shiny recruits out here?&quot; He glares at the guard with one sharp eye and another, scarred and milky white.<br> <br>Something interesting! Cassidy could hardly pass that up, even if it was annoyingly hot today. She&#39;s got a bit of personal wind kicked up around herself to keep both Natska and herself cool, at least, the tails of her coat flicking in the artificial breeze behind her. &quot;What&#39;s all this about?&quot;<br> <br>Natska walks along beside Cassidy, gloved fingers on the brim of her hat to keep it steady despite the breeze, her own jacket catching the wind. She gives Amos a small nod, then the badger, waiting to hear the answer to Cass&#39; question.<br> <br>Hannibal arrives not far behind the others. Acompanied by his collection of machines, and a mercenary.  dismiss being<br> <br>Hannibal arrives not far behind the others. Acompanied by his collection of machines. Dressed in his usual town wear. The coywolf glances about the surrounding area. As he comes to a halt next to the others. &quot;Sooooo what&#39;s going on here?&quot; He says his question directed ti the badger who appears to be in charge.<br> <br>Ipswitch, being the thorough professional he is, salutes Amos when he&#39;s addressed. &quot;Good to see you, sir. And the rest of you.&quot; After speaking he loses 90% of his professional veneer, devolving into far more blunt ways of going about how to describe the situation: &quot;Well, ordinarily we&#39;d avoid this shithole, but some noble or near noble... knight or just some schmuck who&#39;s been sleeping with a noble up and went missing here today. The woman who told us took off too, unhelpful, that one... Found signs of a struggle, broken doors,&quot; At this he gestures to a broken door, &quot;And a couple dead guys in there.&quot;

&quot;Hopefully you&#39;ll find something more useful than we did. I&#39;ll just be here... Head in whenever you&#39;re ready. Oh, and watch for traps. One of my guys took a crossbow bolt to the shoulder an hour ago. Cowards won&#39;t go back in...&quot; Explains why they&#39;re all outside now, gawking at the buildings uselessly...<br> <br>Amos snorts at the badger. &quot;The kingdom&#39;s finest,&quot; he mutters, jamming his hands into his pockets and stalking toward the indicated buildings. He spares a courteous nod to the two lady Solaciouses, but then sets to work. &quot;Names, Ipswitch,&quot; he rasps as he looks into the shadowy hovels, &quot;Give me names. Who am I look for?&quot; He examines the shattered door. &quot;And did your boys do this or was it like this when you got here?&quot;<br> <br>Cassidy tilts her head, glancing at the door with a frown. &quot;Hrm... Yes, names would be useful. Especially if we&#39;re dealing with nobles.&quot; Mostly, she wants to make sure more of her family didn&#39;t get in trouble. LAST time there was noble trouble in the Shanties, she was coming home to the murder of one of her family.<br> <br>Natska raises a finger and starts to comment, then decides it would be best to drop it. She nods her head and follows Amos up to the building, flexing her hands for a moment as she settles in her focus. &quot;Other exits? Are they being watched?&quot;<br> <br>Hannibal directs his crusher, and twirligig to remain outside the wrecked door.&quot;Was our victim, male, or female?...And for that matter do we have any other information on them. Other thsn they may have been s noble, or someone sleeping with s noble? Perhaps a physicsl description?&quot; he says to the badger as he steps into the building  <br> <br>&quot;Wirefurs.&quot; Ipswitch responds, shrugging incredulously. &quot;We don&#39;t want an international incident here.&quot; The badger seems like he really doesn&#39;t want to be here, sticking his neck out for foreign nobility. &quot;A few other exits, yeah. All being watched by these useless conscripts. Given what this place looks like though? I wouldn&#39;t put it passed having a tunnel underneath it.&quot; He shrugs. &quot;And the &#39;victim&#39; was some wolf missing part of his leg apparently. The description I was given was &#39;drunken ass covered in scars.&#39; That&#39;s about all we&#39;ve got that you won&#39;t see yourself when you get in there.&quot;<br> <br>Amos&#39;s frown deepens, impossible as that seems. &quot;If that idiot wolf got himself killed, I&#39;ll kill him,&quot; he growls before stepping up to the door. The scarred old tom closes his eyes for a second, letting his eyes adjust a little to darkness and using the opportunity to feel around a bit with some well placed earth magic, feeling for tunnels or traps in the earth.<br> <br>Cassidy nods slowly and frowns. &quot;Yes, a Wirefur noble wrapped up in this is... Not good. Well, I&#39;ll do what I can!&quot; And a Solacious noble looking into it is good PR! Hard to lose this situation. &quot;Wolf? That... Well. That sounds like Thel alright.&quot;<br> <br>&quot;You and me both, Amos,&quot; Natska murmurs. She gives the badger a nod, then follows into the building with the others, ears perked and on the alert as she checks it out.<br> <br>&quot;Huh Some how I am not surprised in the slightest that. That guy would get himself in trouble like this. Granted I barely know him.....But at anyrate.&quot; The coywolf mutters the last bit to himself as he. Begans to comb through the room for any hintd to just what exactly went down around the place. &quot;Any other possibke witnesses?&quot;<br> <br>The building, which is more just a series of interconnected shacks that seem to have been cobbled together (And lived in, until recently, very recently. Food on the floor in one.) from various cheap materials, is run down. Which isn&#39;t surprising given the area... From what the party can tell, it seems to be vaguely square. Or rectangular. With various passages leading into the interior, which with the distrubed environment, clearly shows that whoever broke in the door was heading inward quite clearly.

Several passages head off to the outside edges of the shackheap, but don&#39;t seem to be damaged like the path inward.

The badger answers Hannibal&#39;s question with: &quot;The peasants were taking off when we showed up. Refused to stop and talk to us about what happened. The only &#39;witness&#39; took off when we asked what her involvement was. Just told me to &#39;sod off&#39; and flew away.&quot;<br> <br>Cassidy furrows her brow behind her mask, letting the breeze die away once they&#39;re inside. She hums softly to herself, taking in the ramshackle structure, tail flicking behind her. &quot;Why would someone want to break into a place in the shanties...&quot;