Luckily, the crypt of the von Ausling family is in the city, rather than out in the Shadowlands. Or at least it's a short trip outside the city walls. Night has fallen by the time the halfling reaches the cemetary, and he quickly finds the crypt marked 'von Ausling'. He can see inside - there's a well decorated and spacious area on the ground level, and steps leading down. If this is an old family, which is likely, this is probably a pretty huge tomb. The entrance is barred, however, by a sturdy iron gate, with a thick lock wrapped around a chain.
"Aaahn, n-no." Fei replies, trying to stand up. Right now, all she could hope for was that Peng didn't make too much of a mess while he's left alone. Though with the goblin's tendency to focus on one or two things at once. When he's done eating, he'll probably return to the room they borrowed to retrieve whatever it was under the bed. Fei follows the farmer upstairs, her stocking-clad legs quivering with her every step.
Spoiler: Luck Roll D10: 2 "H-Hngh... Ghuh? Aah!" As she drags the remaining thug up the roughly hewn stone steps, Elaine hears the man start to scream and shout, easily loud enough to alert anything around.
Spoiler: Persuasion Roll D100+10 69 (Nice) The elf behind the counter, his age hard to physically judge, but his demeanor marking him as probably fairly young, looks around nervously to make sure no one's listening, before he leans in. "Maybe we can work something out..." He whispers. "The human hasn't been in for a few days, so I'll let you up on two conditions: One: If she returns, I don't know you and I didn't let you in. Two: If you find anything...good...while you're up there, you share it. She's quite the looker, this human..."
"I-I'll be there." Jona nods his head fast, before reluctantly rushing off to make his delivery - not realising he has nothing to deliver. "That was well done. I didn't know you could be so seductive." Celeste chuckles once he's out of earshot. "Okay, let's head inside." The first floor of the guardhouse is nothing particularly special or interesting, the front space dominated by a desk, behind which sits a slightly pudgy female human. The guard, upon hearing the pair's request, calls her superior so he can decide. A tall elf - physically not old looking but clearly mature by his demeanor - with a thick beard, looks at Meira with a sneer. "What do you want?" He says gruffly, and Meira can tell that her omen is coming up again.
Eran lowered his voice as well. “Sure, that sounds good to me. We have a deal.” He whispered back, while his mind worked. The human woman has not been here for a few days? Did she flee once Enya took the relic, or is there another reason for her not coming back? Both were possible. Hopefully he would find something useful upstairs...
Maelon smiles as she takes his hand, but he seems shy and withdrawn in the presence of Oropho - who doesn't seem to mind not having a distraction from ogling Eliza. For the most part, Maelon doesn't make eye contact with either of them. "I know Collingworth is the home of a corsair band. Well, it's the home of plenty of corsairs, but this band is particularly nasty." Oropho explains over mead after they've sat down in one of the guild hall's drinking areas. "They took a ship filled with pilgrims not that long ago - sold a priestess of the Holy Flame as a sex slave. I'm gonna take every last one of them down." Oropho says confidently. "I have some leads already on where to pursue the gang. We'll be hitting some people to find the gang's hideout, and then assaulting it. Only problem is that in one of my previous quests, I was hit with a spell that slows down my natural healing - so I need you two to heal me in case I get in any trouble. As for how long it'll take, I wouldn't expect more than two or three days - these scum aren't loyal enough to hold out long. We'll get the information we need quickly. I'll pay for some inn rooms if we have to stay overnight." He answers. "As for obstacles, there'll be plenty of scum of the Earth types - but I'll protect you." He smirks. "The Order of the Holy Flame is the militant arm of the Church of the Holy Flame. We worship the fire goddess Maephelle." He answers. Eliza's heard of the goddess before, but knows little about her - one of the minor pantheons, she thinks.
"Let's go." The farmer grins, his hand on her ass as he leads her up the stairs. They head down the same hallway from before, only this time heading to the last door. The room they enter into is mostly an upscaled version of the one she was in before, with a king sized bed - but the same musk, only stronger.
"Alright then, mate. Up you go. Try not to attract attention." The elf behind the counter says, licking his lips.
"Well I think that answers most of my questions." Eliza replied. "I don't want to speak for Maelon, but I think I'm ready to go."
With every step she takes, Fei could feel her heartbeat hasten. Her body growing warmer, as if she was walking into the lion's den. But instead of fear, she felt... arousal. "T-this smell." She mumbles, quivering as the stale air hits her. With the same scent lingering in the air, Fei could only imagine that his sons' only inherited their mother's intellect, and their father's physical aspects. But none the less, Fei steps inside, letting the farmer close the door behind him. As she undoes the laces on her qipao to let it be taken off much easily.
"Err, no, I think Eliza covered it." Maelon says quietly. Oropho stands, nodding. "Well, the portal's not getting any younger, then." He reaches out and offers his hand to Eliza.
Eliane would roll her Eyes and think for a bit. "Even better actually..." She mumbles. If He would Run across The Graveyard Like a scared Chicken He might actually lure Out her target... She Fakes a psychotic Expression and lets Go of him, stopping to carry him Up The Stairs and dropping him before drawing her Sword. "Run little Piggy...Show me how those feet can move"
"Heh, a little potent, ain't it? I could air it out, but I don't think that'll be necessary. Do you?" He chuckles. "Eager..." The fat man watches as she undoes her laces. "We'll get to that, but let's not skip ahead." He sits on the bed, spreading his legs. "Why don't you come and kneel down, dear?"
"N-no need." Fei replies, mostly thinking the closed windows will help in muffling the sounds of what's about to happen. But she couldn't deny how much her arousal has affected her, to the point that breathing in the fat man's potent musk made her shiver with excitement. "Huh? Oh, y-yes." Fei gulps, moving to kneel between his legs. Salivating as she's inches away from the source of the mind numbing musk drowning out the air. She looks into his eyes, wondering if he wanted her to remove his trousers, or if he was planning on teasing her further.
"Your grandfather had me do information gathering a few times. Your father didn't, but I still had to keep up with a lot of scheming behind his back. I learned a few things." She took a pause for a moment. "If it helps, your grandfather never asked any of the staff for that for himself." "Human men are weak to elven women. And orcs. And gnomes, even. I have the face. I have the body. There's only one type I can't land." She said it with confidence as they walked. But she froze a bit, realizing she'd be dealing with exactly that. Other elves. Seeing the man at the desk, she could already get the sense he was probably the type who wouldn't trust her. She still didn't actually understand the meaning of the elf aversion to purple. She doubted there was many left who even actually know. She probably wouldn't find out from this man either. "Apologies, sir. I'm Meira, maid, bodyguard, retainer, for Lady Celeste Josphenine Madenguarde." She then gestured over to the blond. It was better to let her do the talking here. Even here, someone in his position probably had to know nobility's name and he wouldn't be able to go up against her. "My lady wishes to request the release of a man you guard had taken into custody." She kept polite, but to the point. She didn't bother with too much excessive flattery. It wouldn't work on his type. She doubted being the purple haired witch even mattered. She found it doubtful he really liked anybody. It wasn't as if she was ugly either. Maybe that played a role? Perhaps with her color, and her looks, she was so pretty it was scary? Or scarily pretty? She didn't know. She had total confidence in her breasts and her face. But she almost had to wonder if that played into the problem, like she was some sort of entity that should not be. She couldn't say. Still, it was probably best to just let Celeste do most of the talking.
„From what I have know, Macek used to work for count, until to turn to bandits way of life”. Claudia speaks. „Give me something useful, I don’t care about his motives, but about his actions. By the way, what is your name”?
Eliza nodded at the massive human and took his offered hand. Standing herself she replied "True enough."
Zendar looked at the lock with a frown. Then he shrugged. There were ways around such... Obstacles. First, he walked around - after all, if someone invests in doors and lock, she probably was stingy about walls, fence and windows. Ofcourse, if there was no weak point... Well, there was always magic. His art was mostly about organic life but, spell 'drain life' did work on not organic matter... It was just damn slow. But it was alright, he had time. If there was no other way he would simply find the weakest point in the structure - if not the lock or chain, then what the chain was attached, and use spell to corrode. If that was not an option, then he ould use simple physics - a leverer to break one of the chain links... And if that fails... Well, he will find a grave of some poor soul that would be around in the area and raise a wraight. The undead's cold touch would be enough to change the temperature of chain link enough for it to shatter with enough force applied. Smiling to himself, with enough solutions at hand, Zendar the Bigdream, went about trying one solution after the other, until he managed to get inside the tomb.
Elf starts tapping table inpatiently. He needs to wait until the symptoms start showing proper then see if merchant starts drinking. He needs to be able to slip away with the redhead without merchant starting a ruckus. A little bored, elf starts to ponder a little. How would it be like to be owned, ordered around, plowed whenever merchant desires, reduced to an object. Elf gets a little excited but he discards the idea, merchant was a little too fat for his taste. But if it comes to it or if he needs to get guards off his ass(quite literally in this case), then he guesses that he would do it.
