IC: Slums, Sewers and Dark, Dank Dungeons [D&D 3.5] [Eberron]

[Metastachydium]

Gomb succeeds in keeping himself from hopping up and down as he watches the contracts written up, but his excitement and enthusiasm (for the better or worse) is palpable.
He gives the guildmaster a grave, satisfied nod when the man mentions the trapdoor being secured. That is good news. The ratperson things won't be able to infiltrate the guildhouse anymore. He then joins Natrax in assuring Weston of their future cooperation. Indeed Mr. Weston, Sir! We really mean to stay helpful! Realizing that this might have come out wrong, he flaps his wings and quickly adds We've found you, Sir, and in good health. So to say. We'll sure find the others as well. one way or another. If Beila wasn't eaten by the caterpillar, that is.

♣

We'll we didn't really find what we were looking for but I guess we at least found someone right?

And we got paid! And a contract! Doing the good thing can be a really good thing! Gomb interjects. He likes contracts. They make things easy and clean and formal.

Perhaps we can get a more substantial lead tomorrow and with some of my arcane powers back I guess we can at least get a bit further. Perhaps the wererats do know more than they initially led on.

I'm not very keen on keeping up with the rat things, to be honest. the bird shakes his bird head with obvious displeasure. Besides, we still have the Halbin thing to look into. That's due… Tomorrow night? No, the night after that. I think. Gomb emits a short, chirping noise of frustration. Anyhow, it's Toad business and we know the Toads are lurking about the guildhouse and in the sewers too, right?

Spoiler: Checks.

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In the meantime, the birdy keeps an eye and an earhole open:
Spot: (1d20+6)[12]
Listen: (1d20+6)[14]

[Ripptor]

Natrax hands the purse off to Gomb for safekeeping and they wend their way back through the city, avoiding the side streets and keeping to the main, more populated areas. On their own, the trio don't appear to catch much more notice than expected, keeping to themselves as many in the city are prone to do. They eventually arrive at the Inn without incident, and without any tail that they can find. Inside they find Aetgexe and Fergus cleaning up, the general fervor of the night wearing down as they reach their own closing hours.

The five adventurers wait until the last patron is walked out, the rambler from earlier appearing less than enthusiastic to return home. Emptying the till and sharing out the purse, the Inn brings in an additional sum of funds, adding an extra 120gp to the total for the evening, a decent sum for the evening. Assuming taxes and rent won't be raised, they should be able to pocket half of that safely.

Having been well-paid, the only thing left to do is be well-fed before heading to bed for the evening, and the crew raid their own stores for a small celebratory meal for the evening!

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The Warforged has been wandering on his own for ... about a day or so, now? His sense of time is ... muddled. He remembers doing small odd jobs around whatever this town is, moving objects from here to there, killing something or another, and some things he didn't exactly understand. He does remember learning about fish, small creatures that flap and flop on the ground, but when added to water, very graceful indeed. Mesmerizing, even.

He also remembers a few people being very unhappy when he added several boxes of fish to the water, watching the rainbow glints of their scales as their swam over each other in a cascade of motion. They gave him a new job, to find ""Something, Somewhere else" He's not sure yet what they hope he finds, but he hasn't found it just yet.

Stumbling on a large green humanoid in his alleyway, he's shown a paper about something else to find that he recognizes. When he tells the person he has already found that one, the man tells him to go somewhere more specific, that the people know what they are looking for. He decides that finding a specific item and a specific place are easier than his current task, and heads in that direction.

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Spoiler: OOC

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Funds have been delivered and safely secured!

Party members each receive 312 gold, from the combined contract payment + Tavern income. I've added to the DM-Sheets for everyone!

Facsimile just so happens to have about as much from his recent Dock work experience, saved up and unspent since he worked round the clock, having lost track of time in his curiosity and with no need to sleep to pull him out of it.

Everyone will meet tomorrow, last chance for questions / clarifcations in Discord as you see fit!

[Alhallor]

They did a great mission today and had nice food on the table, Natrax was feeling quite well.

After a celebratory toast. May the good things keep coming!

The young necromancer did go to his bedroom after having a good portion of the meal. He ended the day with a prayer after going to sleep.

[Metastachydium]

Gomb spends much of the evening chirping with glee, and good food (a healthy mixture of whole grains, nuts, maggots, bits of bread and fermented fish) only adds to that glee.
So be it! he replies to Natrax's toast, flapping his wings cheerily before taking a few sips from his own bowl¹ of beer. At this rate, they'll have this case wrapped up in a couple of days and then they'll be swimming in gold and the Guild's goodwill.

♣

Once the feast is over and done, Gomb hops up the stairs yet again, and making himself comfortable in his nest, falls asleep immediately, dreaming of gold, juicy worms and more grateful ratcatchers saved from the ugly ratperson things and dragged back up to safety.

Spoiler: OOC

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¹Mugs and their like are not necessarily compatible with the little beak of a birdy, so Gomb drinks from bowls.