Act 7 - No Shortage of Peril

[Vardaen]

Argith is spun and marched about further then needed to throw him off. You just home the smells of the Black Candle aren't to particular for him to pick up on. He's put in the basement without incident tied up. You only hope those four men don't plan some escape, with only the herbalist to stop them.

With that, the task is finished. On to the next.

[Grimbold]

"Ok lets go back to the inn to get some more information!" Torias suggests.

[Trogdor]

"Right," Celevan agrees. "Let's see what Bumbo can tell us about the passageways under the wall."

[Vardaen]

Torias is rubbing his head, "Maybe you should leave Suli here as a guard, until we need him for his muscle? I would hate for our herbalist friend to get overwhelmed by our prisoners if they try something." He then joins the other two and you make your way through the cold winter night to the Dead Well Inn.

So you head into Inn, at this hour its mostly empty now, only a few tables of people are sitting playing cards drinking. Bumbo is at one of the tables, apparently getting fleeced by the locals at poker. Dreams, Drak and Milon are sitting with a few drinks at another table.

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[Trogdor]

"That's a good idea," Celevan says. "It also gives us instant communication with the shop. It'll also make us less conspicuous." So, after explaining the matter to Suli and introducing him to the herbalist, they go about their business one eidolon short.

Back at the inn, the summoner moves over to Bumbo and puts a hand on the man's shoulder. "Join us for a drink?" he says. "Surely your companions can spare you for a little while."

[Muskrat]

Dreams raises a hand to catch the attention of Celevan, Torias and Braedon, then looks on curiously as they speak to Bumbo. She turns back to Milon and says, "Those may be good groups of people to ask, but we would need some introductions."

[Vardaen]

Celevan heads for Bumbo, and puts a hand on the slow man's shoulder. "H-h-h-hello!" Bumbo stinks of beer, and from the looks of the card game on the table he's getting utterly fleeced by these men. He's down to just a few copper coins left total. "I-I-I don't have enough for another d-d-drink." He slurs a bit.

[Trogdor]

"Not to worry," Celevan says. "I'll take care of the drinks." He flashes a disappointed look at the men fleecing the poor fellow, and begins to rethink his own motives. If he really cared about Bumbo he'd try and help the fellow, not just pump him for information.

"You've got his coins," Celevan says to the gamblers. "I don't imagine you'll argue with me about his company."

[Vardaen]

The men laugh, "Take him! He's out of coins, and no good to us!" They laugh rather roughly at the poor Bumbo who trips over his long yellow cloak as he moves off with Celevan nearly falling. The gamblers are drunk, and have no conscious it would seem to fleece the mentally challenged young man. Bumbo smiles, "I-I-I had them right where I w-w-w-wanted them." Regardless of his terrible spot he maintains a sunny disposition.

[Muskrat]

Dreams looks at Milon and says, "I suspect Celevan will be bringing Bumbo to join us. The others think he may know something about the tunnels. I am doubtful." She shrugs. "But I feel bad for the poor fellow and would certainly be happy to make sure he gets a decent meal. But is there anyone you know here who might be able to help us that you would be willing to introduce us to?"