Scene 1: Inn Plain Sight

you are practicslly screamingat me psychically bricky boy. On my way

Merton heads to Brickowskis location to try and pick the lock.

"Ah! There you are, old chap." greats the wizard his stealthy comrade. "Most excellent work." he comments further as the door swings open seemingly willingly. Maybe it hadn't been locked after all?

Stepping into the room with the picture still in hand, Brickowsky is delighted that they know now what Jadescales looks like. A dragonborn of course. The name tells the story. One might haved guised. Letting his gaze wander, of there is a cat to be found up here, the magic user holds out the picture of Alex to anyone who might be interested as he steps closer to the sack on the high shelf. Pushing the thing with his wizards' wand, he makes sure there is no cat hidden inside it.

If he couldn't find the feline in it, the dwarf would take a minute to investigate the sack, the embroided face, what is inside and so one, before turning towards the picture with the dragonborn.

Merton will be looking around looking around the area

Someone is invisible in this room Merton quickly utters psychically to the group.

He then summons a psychic blade to his hand and points it toward the sound he heard.

Do not move an inch and end your ruse

Leana feels her group needs her and leaves the spirit and the spiders for now. She dashes upstairs to lend her support.

The chest at the foot of the bed suddenly opens and a long blue tongue rolls out. It turns towards the group and appears as if the tongue will reach for Merton. It stops as he summons his psychic blade and threatens the monster.

"Whoa whoa whoa buddy, just trying to make a living here. Put your sharp toys away before you are bit by something sharper!"

A mimic? Huh any chase you see a kitty around here? Merton says as he dismisses the blade

The chest mimic pulls back its long tongue and taps the top of its lid with it, almost like it is in a thinking position.

"Eh? A kitty? Ain't seen no kitties around here, just delicious hot wings and trespassers. And maybe a tentacled beast that disappeared into that bag. I don't know if it's there or not anymore."

The mimic's tongue has been slowly creeping closer to the group as it answers Merton's question.

Hold your place! Merton says resummoning his blade to his hand.

as for the tentacled beast...in this bag? merton says pointing to the dusty bag that fell earlier

Picking up the sack, Brickowsky turns it inside out just to be sure. Maybe this is a magic bag?

The chest mimic immediately retracts its blue tongue again and it stays inside the mimic's mouth.

"Yes, that bag. Bag left with man, man left bag here next day."

As Bricko investigates the bag, Hindle asks creature, "What is your name? And what living are you here to make?"

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Startled by the talking chest and it’s frog-like tongue, Miet moves up high near the ceiling, before retreating to Hindle’s shoulder.

Some useful stuff maybe... Brickowsky pockets the ugly bag for the moment right after he collected the things that came out of it. The plush mouse he has to forcefully keep away from Roaring Kitty. Instead, he feeds the small but fierce tomcat some tendies. RK loves tendies!

Next the dwarven wizard waltzes over to the bed, after making sure the mimic isn't going to blitz him. Taking a closer look at the other picture on the wall, Brickoswky is interested who is it that is depicted up there. Reaching out with his mage hand if the picture is to hard to get without some kind of unfashionably athletics, like climbing on the bed or somesuch. Quecking again for a scripture at the back of it, the wizard also lets his gaze roam for any further hints. So far no kitten, no Alex, not an inkling of an idea what to do next, after the finished searching this exact room.

The chest mimic licks its "lips" and says to Hindle "I'm here to eat as many delicious hot wings as I can! I can't get enough of that sause! The man brings us the good stuff if we eat anybody that gets in here."

Roaring Kitty stays in the corner, enjoying the tendies, as Brickowsky gets close to the picture on the wall, well away from the chest mimic as it speaks with Hindle. The mage hand tugs at the picture, but it appears to be glued on? No, stuck because of something behind it!

The chest mimic makes an almost perplexed grin at Hindle.

"Why, my name? I guess I never thought of one. I suppose the man always calls me 'Hello' and my friend here 'Bye.'"

The bed now moves with eyes popping out of the bed posts and the mattress lifting up to reveal large sharp teeth and a long green tongue, just as Brickowsky finishes getting on top of the bed!

Brickowsky, please roll a dexterity saving throw!