Chapter 1: The Body

A crash. A blur of limbs. The table gave way beneath him.

Lunori’s eyes widened, golden and sharp, his whiskers stiff with alarm. His tail lashed instinctively, seeking balance that had already slipped away. One paw caught the edge of the table—briefly—before the rest of him followed gravity’s pull.

His mouth parted in silent surprise, the world tilting as he fell.

He landed on his back, limbs splayed, breath caught in his chest. His gaze, still wide with disbelief, drifted downward to his own form, as though trying to make sense of how he had ended up there—exposed, unsettled, and very much on the floor.

Breg helps his feline friend up. Then he tries ushering his friends out the door.
Party is over, he quips. How about we get outa here.

"Did we get everything we needed?" Eril says as he pushed his sleeves up arms preparing for fisticuffs if it came to it.

I think what we needed, just slipped out the door, replied Breg, referring to One-Ear. Although, I feel like we got everything he could give us.

"Well that's our cue" Eril said at the whistles, he then turned and headed for the door to the tavern, following the crowd.

Aldezar tries to keep an eye on where One-Ear is headed while waiting for the others to leave the bar.

Breg follows to the right, after his quarry!

Lunori moves with the quiet grace of one born to shadows, though today his steps are slower, more deliberate. He trails his companions at a cautious distance—not out of distrust, but because the lingering ache in his leg from a recent fall makes each stride a careful negotiation. His eyes, ever watchful, scan the path ahead. Like a wary tomcat, he prefers to observe before pouncing.

Do you know the name of the Dragon Claw who committed the act, or what they looked like?

"Where would we need to go if we wanted to find some Dragon Claws? Do they have a territory or common hang out?"

The stalker chuckles, "There's more miles of sewers in this city than roads. Any particular hole they like to slither into?"

Feeling like the party’s gotten all they can from ol’ One Ear, our rangerly fellow thinks about the sewers.

I feel like we can probably traverse the sewers and find where our quarry lurks. Time for me to start putting my tracking skills to use for us!

Breg readies himself to trudge into the sewers.