He claps Alalla on the shoulder and walks off barking more orders.
Targos
He claps Alalla on the shoulder and walks off barking more orders.
Not waiting for Barrel Man to send a messenger, Vincent grabs one of Barrel Man's arms and pulls him toward the Quartermaster.
"Barrel Master! A poor woman's corpse was found in this fine barrel here. We assume it was you who killed her and stole all of her belongings. Turn yourself over now and confess what you have done before Barrel Man here. The truth now, quickly."
Rolls
Intimation to tell truth with advantage - (1d20+7, 1d20+7)
1d20+7 : (19) + 7 = 26
1d20+7 : (13) + 7 = 20
"I'm pretty worn out, melindo." She doesn't look at Erevain while she speaks. "I'm going to go try and sleep some of this off."
He blinks. "Murder? Why, I can hardly even lift my quill these days. Look at these paws!" He holds up his hands, both of which are extremely knotted. "How am I supposed to kill anyone with these? But you think they're bad? You should see my feet!"
He starts taking off his shoes. With such disfigured hands, it could take a while, and judging by the smell of him from here, his feet might smell worse than Ug's loincloth - which is to say, possibly capable of killing a middle-aged halfling woman.
Alalla runs a hand over her face. "My blood is still pumping. I need to meditate the lust away before I can speak to you the way you deserve. Maybe get something to eat, and come find me when you're done. I'll be in the barracks."
"Who had access to these barrels, Barrel Master? Certainly fine barrels such as these were kept under lock and key?"
Thinking it over, Vincent changes his mind.
"No, we must be smart about this. Barrel Man, you need to post a guard on that body, and inform your superior on our progress before we may take our leave of the scene."
Rolls
Survival - (1d20+6)
(14) + 6 = 20
He leaves to go find Commander Crale.
Sitting down on the ground next to the body, Vincent pulls out a piece of paper and writes her name on it in flowing script. With a light from prestidigitation, the paper ignites and Vincent inhales some of the smoke and exhales a prayer. "Guide her."
Walking over to the base of the archery tower, Vincent looks up and asks Zen a question.
Zen, you might want to come take a look at this dead lady."
Zen feels like he can respond telepathically.
Vincent leads Zen to the body.