The show must go on part 2 - RPLOG
Participants
Date
12/4/477
Log
After the initial commotion at Saint's Square and later on, the guard house, the group has picked u a few more folks, for their own reasons, as they speed onwards to the wayhouse by the gates in search of more clues as to what might have happened to the orchestra's instruments, priceless works of art worth thousands, if not tens of thousands of crowns. Clearly there has been foul play at work, for three wagon wheels were sawn partway through, causing a delay that forced them to stay the night outside the walls.
The wayhouse in question started off a small fortified tavern where those who found themselves stuck outside city gates after dark, with shadows all around, could find some semblance of safety, with food, drink and shelter a close second. Over the years, the compound has grown, an outer wall over the inner one, the addition of stabling and shedding for travellers' vehicles, more comfortable accommodation, and even a well. It's probably in one of the sheds that Zora's wagon train spent the night...
While taking a bite out of a conveinent biscuit stashed away for hungry times, Dio prepares to do the very same to CRIME. The lion joins the crime solving party, tower shield clanking across his back with each step while a hand steadily grips a dangerous spear. Looking at the other mystery solvers, the lion lowers his weapon. "Alright," he proudly proclaims. "So from what I've been told, we got some instrument stealers o' somethin'. Suppose we should start askin' aroun' a bit to see if anyone saw some suspicious activity?"
Glein would roll his eyes if he could, but just shakes his head instead. "We've apparently feline thieves in play. We're heading to this wayhouse to learn what we can about any possibily in the area." He says, bringing on hand behind him to make sure his weapons were 'ready' and that they wouldn't be difficult to get ahold of between the large pack on his back and the cloak covering both as well as himself.
Bite shakes her head to Dio and hisses "So to fill you in, the instruments were stolen. We asked what happened and apparently they had been late due to some sort of wheel issue, which convienently made them late for their appointed time in the gate, and forced them to stay outside the city. Some felines who apparently don't work at the wayhouse according to the guard helped them with their wagons and cargo, and today, when they arrived, the instruments were missing, one of the wagons was covered in dust and had an odd smell, the crates had excess glue on them, and the lovely swan is offering a reward for their return. Let's go find out about these felines, and how they managed to do this if they aren't supposed to be working, and find out who was supposed to be on duty?" The serpent stretches as she finishes explaining things and looks to the others before she proceeds onwards.
Cassidy tugs up her cowl, but not the mask, as she approaches the warehouse, wrinkling her nose. "I certainly want to get to the bottom of this, yes. Curiosity alone is killin' me!" She gives a polite nod to Dio as she eyes the place over. "Think we'll end up in a scuffle?"
A mumble, a flick of Flora's tails. She's moving along with the group and muttering softly while she looks over the group, offering a slight hiss in Dio's direction, before looking at the rest of the group. She's currently following the rest of the goup, her tails flicking again while she mulls over these facts in her mind.
The shed lies off to the wayhouse's side, and a frenzy of activity greets everyone as they step in: about four worried-looking beings poring over the various vehicles, boxes and barrels, sometimes opening one of the larger ones, clearly looking for something. The one nearest by the entrance, an otter, looks up as everyone arrives.
"More folk? We aren't up to putting away any wagons or carts for now - the boss, she has us looking for those who were supposed to be on shift last night. They just...vanished." She shakes her head. "They're good kids, wouldn't do that and why would one give up a steady job in these times? We're still looking over the place for them, but all this stuff is really heavy. Anyways, come back later if you need your cart put away properly or something, all right?"
While listening to the bits and pieces of information, Dio consumes the rest of his biscuit in a few short bites. "Thanks fer the explanation there. Some big bunch stealin' somethin' with that much value. I sure 'ope we don't end up in a tussle o' sorts, but if we do, it's best to be prepared. Criminals o' this type, ya can never be too sure ya know." Hearing a hiss in his direction, the lion scratches and tilts his head. "I ain't sure what problem ya got with me, lass. I always try to be nice to people an' such, an'... Ah well, suppose I did somethin' dumb, but we got a job to do."
Arriving at the shed along with the others, Dio peeks inside before heading on in, observing the hustle and bustle. "Sorry to barge in, but we're 'ere on an investigation o' sorts. It's possible that these missin' crew members are related to our thieves. On a hunch from what I've been told, perhaps our thieves knocked out the proper staff members an' hid 'em somewhere while they stole all those instruments. This may be a bit o' a strange question, but if ya were a criminal an' ya wanted to stash away some beings 'ere at the wayhouse, where do ya think ya'd put 'em so no one would see 'em?"
Unable to stop himself from groaning and facepalming, Glein sighes. Looking around, he sees that the whole yard's been torn up in movement while the workers tried to find their missing companions. There'd be little chance of finding any means to track their feline culprits, but if they could find the missing workers, they might be able to get some descriptions. "Could you describe them for us please? I think we might be able to help if we had some idea of what to look for." He offers, figuring they'd be more willing to help their investigation, if the group helped the worker's own.
Bite shakes her head and recants herself once more. "Sssweeties you don't have a group of cats working here at the wayhouse do you? They helped house important valuablle insturments and wagons for a performer who traveled a long way here from the north, and she's really upset. We need those instruments back. Do you by chance store spare wagons around here that might have been swapped for the real one, or perhaps someplace odd that they might have gathered dust and a peculiar smell?" she quizzes as she looks things over.
Cassidy frowns a little, folding her arms. "Missing? Yes, if you can tell us what they look like, I'd be happy to help look for them! I do hope nothing bad has happened... Usually when people vanish like that, it's not a good sign!"
Far behind the rest of the group is one of Flora's golems, a smaller, simpler model, keeping watch of everything in the area as per Flora's instructions.
The smaller feline is flicking her tail lightly, watching the happenings quizzically and mumbling. "Flora would like to know what these felinse looked like, and Flora would also like to know what the missing people looked like, yes," she mumbles, pulling out a sketchbook and a lump of charcoal.
