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−	<div></div>	+	<div></div><br> <br>Bare walls and empty shelves greet our heroes as they enter the antique shop. The gold lettering on the window declares that this is Cosmo's Curios and in smaller letters: If You can Find it, We got it! Sitting forlornly on a little stool in the middle of the bare room is a very worried looking tapir. The old being looks like he might have been crying. He perks up just a little when the other beings arrive. "Are you here to help?" he croaks.<br> <br>Wearing no coat again, and mostly unarmed, as his knife remains with him, Thelergramor walks into th shop. Nodding to the distraught looking tapir: "Yes, I'm here to help. So, everything is gone then?" He looks around the room. "Strange. Usually thieves'll only take the most valuable things..." He scratches his muzzle. "Any leads?"<br> <br>Stopping at home only long enough to change into her usual attire, Cassidy quickly arrive on the scene, touching gently down outside of the shop and tucking her cane under her arm. Stepping into the buiding, she glances around and frowns. "My, they cleaned this place out... Are you okay, sir?"<br> <br>Natska arrives moments after Cassidy, the jaguar pausing to adjust her hat brim. She walks into the shop and then freezes, looking around. "Oh, my. They... really did take everything?" she asks, having expected it to be an exaggeration; she glances at the tapir, then walks up to one of the store shelves, looking at the spot that should be occupied with wares.<br> <br>Having already been in the marketplace at the time Sara notices a certainly decent sized crowd gather around a strangely empty shop.  "Uh.. b-be right back, sir.  Do hold onto that stuff for me.  I will be back for it." she states to the merchant she had only just been haggling with before the incident, and walks on over to the crowd, passing around just in time to hear a few Freeswords she had known well enough speak of thievery Sara straightens herself out and walks inside, her crimson gaze turning to the empty shelves.  "Wow.. what happened here?" she asks aloud, probably not really meant for anyone as the answer had been clear as day.  "Uhm.. sir? Did you catch a glimpse of who had done this?"<br> <br>Jera folds his hands across his chest as he studies the damage. "Man, thieves nowadays have no class. None at all." The kit fox grumbles to himself for a bit. He looks around at the empty walls, nodding his head softly at the tapir. "I think we...and the Guard both can afford to cover some of your lost shop value until we get it back. This is outrageous."<br> <br>The Tapir shakes his head, as bewildered as he is distraught. "I don't know!" he moans, "It was all here, and then it was gone!" Looking the being over reveals that he is dressed simply in a pair of heavy trousers held up over his ample waist and yellow shirt with bright red suspenders. His countenance, obviously used to laughing seems haggard as he mops his brow with a white handkerchief. "I were minding the shop, just like I always do," he snuffles, "Then I went back to fetch some tea fer a customer and when I turn around, there's nothin' here but bare shelves!" He blows his trunk-like nose in his hanky, loudly. "Only other person in the shop were my customer," he moans, "Friendly fella. Though he were a priest or sommat."
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		+	A cursory examination reveals that the shelves are indeed as bare as they appear, though there are marks in the dust were knick-knacks and brik-a-brak recently rested.<br> <br>Thelergramor blinks. "Uh, what? That shouldn't be possible... You said priest? Was he a goat, by any chance?" Mind instantly going back to the old one follower, who had mind controlled him not too long ago. Thel scratches his neck quickly, glancing at the others around him.<br> <br>Cassidy gives a nod towards Natska before squinting at the shopkeeper. "A priest...? Do you recall what he looked like? That is very suspicious indeed, and I've got some thoughts. But I need more information, if you would."<br> <br>Natska wipes a gloved finger through the dust on the now empy shelf, then turns her head at Thel's question. She rubs her fingers together to clean them off, then crosses her arms and rejoins the group, giving her friends a nod and a tight smile. "Yes. Tell us everything. Exact description, if he was asking questions, if he was interested in anything specific..." she frowns, then, and looks around. "What exactly do you sell?"<br> <br>Figuring something had been wrong here Sara turns to the shelves mumbling to herself as if asking various questions to herself as she peruses the empty spaces where the curios had once been.  A careful eye looking over the empty spots, "There is no way a single person would have carried all this out.." she finally mumbles to herself before turning to the tapir, her friends already asking the questions that she had on her mind.<br> <br>"How long ago did you file this report? Right as your things got stolen?" Jera doesn't wait for an answer though. He decides not to interrogate the distraught tapir...especially with so many other questions being asked. "I'm going to scout the area for any suspicious carts." He heads out of the shop, undresses mostly, hastily, and then takes to the skies.<br> <br>The tapir starts a bit and squints at Thelergramor. "Y'know, he were at that," he says, "You know this fella?" The shopkeeper looks hopefully to the gathered beings. "He were a white goat, about average height," he says, screwing up his face in concentration, "Talked real nice, and he had a fine, silver ring he were lookin' ta sell."
		+	The tapir looks sadly at Natska and then at the empty shelves. "I USED to sell little valuables," he snuffles, "Antiques and jewelry an' oddities and the like." His snuffle grows into a sobbing wail! "But now everythin' is GONE!" He falls to blubbering into his handkerchief. Maybe someone outside saw something?
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		+	Soaring over the marketplace in griffon form, Jera can see a plethora of wagons and carts, most of them decorated garishly to attract customers. There does seem to be a collection of small carts corralled in a narrow alleyway a few streets away from the curio shop. They are covered as if for long term storage, though.<br> <br>Thelergramor grins. "Yep, that's the one... I think. Goat 'priest' is a dedicant to one of the Old Ones. Mind control. And considering how hard or long it would take to move all this stuff... You may have been, well, mind controlled or something." Not familiar with the powers a dedicant gets. "Are you sure this happened today? He could've mindfu..." No need to be vulgar in the presence of a distraught tapit. "I mean messed with your head, made you sleep and then took everything. Or something." A good guess, possibly. But, the wolf is grasping at straws here.<br> <br>Cassidy narrows her eyes for a moment. "I see, I see." She wanders over towards one of the shelves and reaches out to poke her hand about where she imagined the supplies would be. For no particular reason. "You know, if all the thing I think that goat would do, I can't understand why he's try to rob someone blind."<br> <br>Natska slowly nods her head, her tail swishing back and forth as she thinks. "Right. There had to have been something he wanted." She pauses, then shakes her head, looking around. "Unless he just wanted to make someone miserable. I think I am going to step outside, ask around, see if I can find out if anyone saw things."

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Revision as of 04:45, 31 July 2014

Participants

• Cassidy
• Fenris
• Jera
• Natska
• Sara
• Thelergramor

Date

30/7/477

Log

Bare walls and empty shelves greet our heroes as they enter the antique shop. The gold lettering on the window declares that this is Cosmo's Curios and in smaller letters: If You can Find it, We got it! Sitting forlornly on a little stool in the middle of the bare room is a very worried looking tapir. The old being looks like he might have been crying. He perks up just a little when the other beings arrive. "Are you here to help?" he croaks.

Wearing no coat again, and mostly unarmed, as his knife remains with him, Thelergramor walks into th shop. Nodding to the distraught looking tapir: "Yes, I'm here to help. So, everything is gone then?" He looks around the room. "Strange. Usually thieves'll only take the most valuable things..." He scratches his muzzle. "Any leads?"

Stopping at home only long enough to change into her usual attire, Cassidy quickly arrive on the scene, touching gently down outside of the shop and tucking her cane under her arm. Stepping into the buiding, she glances around and frowns. "My, they cleaned this place out... Are you okay, sir?"

Natska arrives moments after Cassidy, the jaguar pausing to adjust her hat brim. She walks into the shop and then freezes, looking around. "Oh, my. They... really did take everything?" she asks, having expected it to be an exaggeration; she glances at the tapir, then walks up to one of the store shelves, looking at the spot that should be occupied with wares.

Having already been in the marketplace at the time Sara notices a certainly decent sized crowd gather around a strangely empty shop. "Uh.. b-be right back, sir. Do hold onto that stuff for me. I will be back for it." she states to the merchant she had only just been haggling with before the incident, and walks on over to the crowd, passing around just in time to hear a few Freeswords she had known well enough speak of thievery Sara straightens herself out and walks inside, her crimson gaze turning to the empty shelves. "Wow.. what happened here?" she asks aloud, probably not really meant for anyone as the answer had been clear as day. "Uhm.. sir? Did you catch a glimpse of who had done this?"

Jera folds his hands across his chest as he studies the damage. "Man, thieves nowadays have no class. None at all." The kit fox grumbles to himself for a bit. He looks around at the empty walls, nodding his head softly at the tapir. "I think we...and the Guard both can afford to cover some of your lost shop value until we get it back. This is outrageous."

The Tapir shakes his head, as bewildered as he is distraught. "I don't know!" he moans, "It was all here, and then it was gone!" Looking the being over reveals that he is dressed simply in a pair of heavy trousers held up over his ample waist and yellow shirt with bright red suspenders. His countenance, obviously used to laughing seems haggard as he mops his brow with a white handkerchief. "I were minding the shop, just like I always do," he snuffles, "Then I went back to fetch some tea fer a customer and when I turn around, there's nothin' here but bare shelves!" He blows his trunk-like nose in his hanky, loudly. "Only other person in the shop were my customer," he moans, "Friendly fella. Though he were a priest or sommat."

A cursory examination reveals that the shelves are indeed as bare as they appear, though there are marks in the dust were knick-knacks and brik-a-brak recently rested.

Thelergramor blinks. "Uh, what? That shouldn't be possible... You said priest? Was he a goat, by any chance?" Mind instantly going back to the old one follower, who had mind controlled him not too long ago. Thel scratches his neck quickly, glancing at the others around him.

Cassidy gives a nod towards Natska before squinting at the shopkeeper. "A priest...? Do you recall what he looked like? That is very suspicious indeed, and I've got some thoughts. But I need more information, if you would."

Natska wipes a gloved finger through the dust on the now empy shelf, then turns her head at Thel's question. She rubs her fingers together to clean them off, then crosses her arms and rejoins the group, giving her friends a nod and a tight smile. "Yes. Tell us everything. Exact description, if he was asking questions, if he was interested in anything specific..." she frowns, then, and looks around. "What exactly do you sell?"

Figuring something had been wrong here Sara turns to the shelves mumbling to herself as if asking various questions to herself as she peruses the empty spaces where the curios had once been. A careful eye looking over the empty spots, "There is no way a single person would have carried all this out.." she finally mumbles to herself before turning to the tapir, her friends already asking the questions that she had on her mind.

"How long ago did you file this report? Right as your things got stolen?" Jera doesn't wait for an answer though. He decides not to interrogate the distraught tapir...especially with so many other questions being asked. "I'm going to scout the area for any suspicious carts." He heads out of the shop, undresses mostly, hastily, and then takes to the skies.

The tapir starts a bit and squints at Thelergramor. "Y'know, he were at that," he says, "You know this fella?" The shopkeeper looks hopefully to the gathered beings. "He were a white goat, about average height," he says, screwing up his face in concentration, "Talked real nice, and he had a fine, silver ring he were lookin' ta sell." The tapir looks sadly at Natska and then at the empty shelves. "I USED to sell little valuables," he snuffles, "Antiques and jewelry an' oddities and the like." His snuffle grows into a sobbing wail! "But now everythin' is GONE!" He falls to blubbering into his handkerchief. Maybe someone outside saw something?

Soaring over the marketplace in griffon form, Jera can see a plethora of wagons and carts, most of them decorated garishly to attract customers. There does seem to be a collection of small carts corralled in a narrow alleyway a few streets away from the curio shop. They are covered as if for long term storage, though.

Thelergramor grins. "Yep, that's the one... I think. Goat 'priest' is a dedicant to one of the Old Ones. Mind control. And considering how hard or long it would take to move all this stuff... You may have been, well, mind controlled or something." Not familiar with the powers a dedicant gets. "Are you sure this happened today? He could've mindfu..." No need to be vulgar in the presence of a distraught tapit. "I mean messed with your head, made you sleep and then took everything. Or something." A good guess, possibly. But, the wolf is grasping at straws here.

Cassidy narrows her eyes for a moment. "I see, I see." She wanders over towards one of the shelves and reaches out to poke her hand about where she imagined the supplies would be. For no particular reason. "You know, if all the thing I think that goat would do, I can't understand why he's try to rob someone blind."

Natska slowly nods her head, her tail swishing back and forth as she thinks. "Right. There had to have been something he wanted." She pauses, then shakes her head, looking around. "Unless he just wanted to make someone miserable. I think I am going to step outside, ask around, see if I can find out if anyone saw things."