Chapter 1: The Body

Eril points out the man with the skull tattoo to the others, "That is the same tattoo as the others yes?"

Lunori nods his head, his eyes gleaming with cunning as he whispers softly, his voice like the purr of a well-tuned lute:

"Aye, I did see. I shall leave with purrrpose, slipping into the shadows to bide my time and wait for him to finish his drink. Once he drains his goblet, I shall follow him, silent as a cat on the prowl."

Aldezar walked with the others to the Army Ward. They at least now had a name to go with the dead body - Malkan Abberbaugh a city guard who apparently had recently joined a gang and then got himself killed.

As they spot another guard with the same marking, Aldezar wondered if there was some infiltration of the guard by these gang members. Bribing guards was not uncommon, as far as he understood it. Perhaps things had gone a bit deeper now.

As Lunori prepares to follow the man, Aldezar instinctually studies the man, picking out details of his stride and manners.

"We could speak to someone to see if we can find where Malkan was bunked. Not sure they will give us permission to go there though."

Zirah nods. "That is true enough. It is difficult to get many places without official recognition. Difficult, but not impossible. Lead on, let us see what we can uncover on our own here."

Aldezar looked around for a guard other than the one with the skull brand - assuming that their kitty friend would be following that one for the moment. Getting the attention of someone "We were looking for Malkan Abberbaugh? Might you know where he is barracked?"

Aldezar was working under the assumption that the man's death had not yet made it back to the guard - as they only knew because his brother told them.

Kitten for now follow his companions without talking, thinking of his next piece of poetry.

Aldezar nodded as he listened to the guard, looked in the direction where it looked like 118 was. "118? Over there? Thanks. We might have missed him then."

As the group moves past the guard, he spoke quietly "Maybe we can take a look, but might have to be quiet about it."

He gazed back at the man who had the skull tattoo. "Or we can try to question the one with the tattoo. A few options perhaps."

Zirah nods. "I, for one, do not really look forward to interviewing the members of the gang. But we do need information. Perhaps those who are stealthy can try to get a glimpse in the barracks. Some of us are loud and would more likely hinder a quiet operation than aid it."

Breg pulls his cloak tightly around his muscular frame, and sneaks around the Barracks to get a look at the going’s on.

Kitten smiles, its tail moving with pleasure, he tries to sneak around the barrack too.

Eril stayed put, attempting to keep watch while the others were sneaking about.

Slipping silently into the shadows of the empty barracks, Lunori's feline grace guides him stealthily through the rows of vacant bunks. His keen eyes flicker like twin embers in the daylit room as he prowls, ears twitching to catch the faintest whisper of sound from outside. Every step, a calculated move in this game of subterfuge.

With a soft purr, he begins his silent hunt, sniffing and listening for any clue that might lead him to Abberbaugh's bunk. Whiskers twitching in anticipation, Lunori's heart beats in rhythm knowing that the chest he seeks could be just a paw's reach away. He remains vigilant, ready to dart into hiding should anyone enter unexpectedly.

Zirah will attempt to engage any warriors or guards who are present in conversation and see if they are followers of Kargor. And if they are if they had learned any techniques that would be willing to demonstrate.

Aldezar will remain watchful with Zirah, although he will let her interact with the guards while he just hangs back.