Chapter 1: Adventures in Babysitting

"No worries." Tom tells Fen. He urges Anwyn to stay with her.

He'll work his way around the building out of site until he finds a wall lacking a window and move to the perimeter of the warehouse.

"I will check it out from the roof then."

Crow tries to be sneaky as he climbs the pipe.

Fen proffers her smile to the small child as Oshgal snuggles against the half-orc’s side in a low crouch; the cat is as close to laying down as she can be while still being poised to sprint away at a moment’s notice. "Come pet kitty?" Fen asks the child, and demonstrates by running her own hand through the feline’s furry neck. Oshgal’s eyes blink slowly and the cat lets out a deep thrumming purr.

Crow goes hand over hand up the downspout

Tom will work his way around the edge of the building slowly, looking for any open doors or windows that he might stop near and listen.

Crow lays on his stomach pressing his ear to the roof listening for voices through the warehouse roof.

Doing her best to keep Anwyn occupied, Fen nods encouragingly. "Oshgal pretty girl. Sweet girl. Best friend," she explains to the child. "Do you have best friend?" The half-orc figures that keeping the human child occupied in discussion will be the best way to manage the current situation.

Tom pauses in his circuit around the exterior of the building, going still and silent. Had he just heard something from inside?

Fen, elated to have made a conversational connection to the child, crouches down to be eye-level with Anywyn. "What is Gwen like?" she encourages the child to share further details while they continue to pet Oshgal gently. Fen hopes that the distraction of a large, happy kitty will help keep the child present in this moment and therefore able to recall more information that may help them solve this unraveling mystery.

Tom holds position, hoping to hear more about their future plans and makes a mental note their fall back if they fail to capture Anwyn would be Longsaddle.

He waves to try and catch Tarna's attention if she has eyes on him, or if Crow happens to be looking down from above.

He pantomimes cupping his ear and pointing at the building a couple of times and then holds up four fingers.

Doing her best to keep Anwyn engaged, Fen nods encouragingly through the child’s statements. "Her dad was an adventurer? I bet Gwen knows so many things! I like to learn things. You learn things from Gwen?" With a gentle hand, Fen guides Oshgal to shift her weight and the cat flops down onto the ground, exposing her belly for additional scritches, her large paws floating in the air happily.