Friendly Arm Inn

Xzar's eyes open wide and he points knowingly at Gemini. "Yes! The owlcrabs! Such crustaceous foes can't be allowed to gain the upper claw!" His hands snap like crab claws. "As for contacts, there are few hereabouts. At least, that we know of. You might say that Monty and I are the lead investigators in this issue."

Imoen, food finally finished, hops up cheerfully to stand beside Stella. "I'll go with you!"

Stella nods gratefully, then goes searching with Imoen to find Bently, heading to the usual spots they've seen him first, and asking around as they go.

Bentley's rarely far from the common room. At this particular moment he's found in the kitchen humming to himself and whipping up another round of breakfast. "Hello again, young Stella! And Imoen too, isn't it?" He chuckles as he sets a mage hand to drying and putting away dishes. "I don't see many with your hair color outside of gnomish culture!"

He prestidigitates his hands clean, then looks up at the pair. "Something more I can help you with?"

Gemini cackles and squats, snapping his hands like a crab while scooting side to side. "Hooohoo!" he calls, mimicking an owl. He straightens and raises an eyebrows, "Well Cuz, anyone you can point me to? Some o' them may be holding out on you and Mountain, knowing yer skills are primed for the prize, and I could see fer you if they have anything else to hoot."

Stella nods. "Thank you for everything so far. I was wondering if you could do one more favor and divine anything about the creator of this note, like you did for our friend Sheemish?" she says quietly, holding up the furled page. "We...found it on the attacker, you see. Whenever it's convenient, of course," she says, looking around the kitchen and smelling the food.

The gnome wizard examines the note, finger twirling his mustache. "By Garl's Glittering Garnets! You must have made some dire enemies to have them hound after you so. I don't know that there's much I can divine about this, but let me see... Ah yes, I do have a spell! One I normally reserve for finding lost cutlery, but it may do for this purpose as well."

He pulls a peculiar, forked twig out of a pocket and closes his eyes. Waving the stick around ceremoniously, he chants for a moment in an arcane tongue. He soon opens his eyes, blinks several times, and then shrugs. "I can tell you that I sense no other copies of this note within the confines of the Friendly Arm. That's a relief!" Indeed, the gnome does seem relieved that there are no more obvious assassins within his establishment. "I mean, you lot should probably not ever let your guard down. But at least you know there aren't flyers like this around everywhere."

Stella frowns and shrugs. "We haven't done anything but read books as far as I can remember. Maybe it has to do with our parents? They're fairly well-known, at least where we're from." She sighs and gives a weak smile. "But thank you again for the help. And the spellbook! Good luck with breakfast."

She then returns with Imoen to rejoin their friends.

The crazed necromancer leans forward conspiratorially. "Monty and I were assigned this task by Tashlyn Yafeera herself.""A war between Baldur's Gate and Amn wouldn't do for business. At least, not if the Zhentarim are blamed for it. With some rumors floating around that we Zhents are behind the Iron Crisis, our task is to find the source of those rumors and... you know... quash it."

Ooooh, Gemini mouths, leaning in. "Old, Tash Yaf herself. She made the right choice. Those rumors more ridiculous than a pillow giant..." Gemini suddenly stands up and holds out a hand to shake. "Well Cuz, let's keep in touch. And as always, watch out fer crabs!" he says, snapping the outstretched hand before slipping out of the Inn.

"Dad's dealt with shady groups and assassins all the time, and even lets us help him sometimes. And besides, someone can't kill us if they can't find us." Calliope must be alluding to some form of magic, because it's hard to imagine anyone sticking out more visually than her. "Or if we kill them first when they try." The confidence is a stark contrast to the other druid in the party.

"You help us complete our investigations, and we help you three not die, hmm?" She sticks out a hand to shake.

Dieter leans back in his chair and sips on his drink real slow. Having decided that He’ll follow Aiwë he keeps to himself.

"Well it's more than us three, it was Dieter that died last time and Runeson took some beatings." Shelur ignores the hand and gives Calliope a hug. "But I'm glad you're here!"