Scene #947:

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Faruja	This time, Faruja has summoned the pair of wolf-man and Lunar out to an actual city. The meeting place? A dive bar in Trade City Dorter. It's raining horribly, and this is the bad part of town. But the Inquisitor was quite insistant! As usual he hasn't been too forthcoming about details, but has assured both it's very important. Today's trashy hovel is the Rusty Halberd Inn. Judging from the splinters in the rotting wood, and the general malaise of awful about the place? Rooms are likely rarely rented for longer than it takes to haul one of the locals into them. The booze, too, is utter swill. Faruja drinks it anyway as he sits in the back where he message'd he'd be, brown robes covering his form. Disguise time, today, the garb of a wandering monk as he awaits his companions.
Allyn	Of course if Faruja summons him, he has to answer the call of his friend, because well, that's what wolves do. And yeah, he's feeling wolfy today, so that is what comes padding into the inn and pushes the door open with his nose. He doesn't look around first, because he's more concerned with shaking all the water off of him first! probably spraying someone or something with what has gotten on him. Once he figures he's done enough shaking he sniffs around and then pads over towards Faruja and nudges him with his nose. "Boo." he tells his ratfriend.
Finna	The only way that Allyn's NOT causing a stink is because this wolf is accompanied by a young lady with white hair who enters alongside him in a similarly soggy state. And unfortunately, Finna doesn't quite expect Allyn to shake off without warning. "Ayiiii!!" She brings her hands up to shield her eyes, laughing all the while. "Pffffft... sheesh." She's dressed like the locals, including a coat that's soaked up most of the rain. This, she hangs on the back of the chair next to Faruja upon reaching the table. "Quite a meeting place you've picked this time!" Even though her Tell's not being hidden at all, chances are nobody present's gonna notice the fox ears or wagging tail save those who've seen it before...
Faruja	When Allyn gets everyone wet? Some jerk throws a bottle! Very, very poorly. It smashes against the bar, and the bald bartender scowls. Point! A massive lizard-like Banga walks over, and tosses out the offender with one hand. Then? It's back to drinking and carousing. "Ahhh!" Feigns Faruja with a grin to the wolf, the rat-man rubbing right between the ears in /that spot/. A chair is kicked out, rather than his usual manners. He's fitting in, darnit! "Lady Finna, welcome. Ser Allyn. 'Tis, is it not? And best of all, these fine gentlemen know a bit about discretion." Grin! He resists the urge to rub Finna's ears. They're so darn cute! "Right. Order anything ye like. Now, remember our little...large slime friend?" Meaning, of course, the massive blob of undead that's still being contained. "Odd thing about such constructs; they tend to wish to return to that which consists of them. In this case? According to the cultists ye captured, the person who asked it be summoned gave a part of their flesh to make it. I needst ye two to find them. Here, this may help." Reaching into his robes, he pulls out a small vial. Within? There's a little mini-blob, like the much larger one! It /reeks/ of undeath, just like the last. The little thing skitters, pressing against the glass in a direction to the east. "Find the one responsible, bring them to the Southside Church of Ajora three blocks to the south. Mine agents shall pick up our evildoer. Oh, and try not to drop the bloody thing." It's handed to Finna, given she's the one currently with thumbs.
Finna	Finna slips into the chair near Faruja, joining him in scritching Allyn's ears briefly, though she's quick to ask, after scrunching up her nose at the sample... "You've got a doozy of a request here. So this is supposed to be like a lodestone, or... a scent sample? Even in this rain, I might have a chance if they've come through here recently... but surely you had some place to start with? Or will this stuff just go flying off if we let it...?"
Allyn	Allyn gives a wolfish grin to Finna as she gets wet when he shakes his coat out, and when she sits at the table, after licking Faruja's hand from the petting and his tail wagging. He tilts his head when the vial is brought out and he sniffs and growls a little. "I think it will show us the way?" he leans up to get a better look at the mini-slime thing in the vial. "Yeah we'd have a hard time following something that little if we broke it." he nods in agreement to Finna." hHe looks to Faruja again, "So we should bring him back alive then? What if that's not possible?"
Faruja	Faruja nods to Allyn. "Quite so. There hath been many sightings of oddly robed individuals as of late, particularly congregating about the docks to the east. But our little abomination there shall serve as your compass, Lady Finna." A huff. "It most certainly shall go ambling off, and something that aught be avoided. 'Twould give whomever is reponsible warning. Best to take anyone whom wouldst create such a horrid thing by surprise." A shrug. As for the culprit's life? "Heretic. Do as ye must. Just try to leave something...identifiable."
Finna	"So what, will it tug my attention in the right direction if I get closer to the docks? Huuuuh. Clever." Finna twirls the little bottle between her fingers as if it was the easiest thing in the world to do. Then leans in to sniff it, against her better judgement, and channels Essence through her senses to lock onto that scent. Come wildfires, opium dens, white-water rapids, whatever, if there is a scent trail she cannot fail to find it and keep it locked on... "How come you're not coming along? Too identifiable?"
Allyn	Allyn perks his ears as Faruja tells them what is going on and he nods again. Well, they'll just have to do what needs to be done then. He eyes the vial again and growls at the smell once more. He licks Faruja's hand again, "I guess we will be back as soon as we can then?"
Faruja	When Finna takes the vial? There's this little tug at her senses! Clearly, the thing is magical in some way. It tugs lightly at the Lunar's mind. It even waggles a tiny undead-arm eastwards! It smells /horrible/. Hopefully Finna hasn't eaten recently. Faruja waves a hand. "Let us merely say there was an incident in that area regarding banned books, and a mis-aimed meteor spell." /Woops/. A wave, and Faruja is back to drinking cheap swill. The little blob would point out a path to Finna; through an alleyway not far ahead. Then, out the otherwise, a turn right, a left, and finally down a long narrow street leading to the docks proper. There's activity even now; dock workers loading and unloading cargo, sailors getting off boats or returning, and other sights of a proper port. But as the little blob would lead them about, they'd be brought to a warehouse. It's a single story affair, and the heavy wooden door is locked. There's no windows, but the blob is quite insistant. No guards, but off into the alleyway beside the building? There's a scent that the pair might remember; rotting meat, and sulfur, that was on the spellcasters.
Finna	"Iffffff you say so." Finna sounds dubious about this, but that's one of those things to not press on. Who in their right mind would ban books? Sheeesh. They're rare enough as it is! Nevertheless, she heads out, hopefully with Allyn in tow, and sticks to alleys whenever possible. "This thing's creeepy. I swear it's tickling my soul and not in fun ways!" She asides to Allyn, almost complaining. Sidling up to the warehouse and sniffing, then checking the little lodestone again, she asks, "Heeeey Allyn, how small can you get? Bugs? Mice? We need to sneak in here! Rats would go unnoticed..."
Allyn	Allyn is of course following Finna! It's what he is there for anyway. He nods to her as he listens to her complain about the blob thing. "It smells bad too, like corruption, I don't like it." he sighs a little and sniffs around as they go along the alleys and follows after Fianna since she is carrying the thing. Once they reach the warehouse he nods and perks his ears to listen. He peers up at Finna when she asks her question, "I can change into a mouse, or a rat and I agree a mouse or rat wouldn't be so noticed, but where to put the vial? It might be able to roll itself inside?" he then shifts into a small mouse and squeaks to Finna.
Finna	"Ohh... don't worry about that." Finna begrudgingly stuffs the vial between her teeth, and then... shrinks down into a rat. A rat that Allyn might notice, if he's paying VERY close attention, doesn't have quite the right ears or tail. The tail is far too foxfuzzy! Thankfully, rats have pretty good teeth, and Finna has no trouble keeping the little vial secure between them while sneaking in. There's bound to be some rickety boards she can slip through, the door might open at an opportune time... or just squeezing under it, that would work too. It's probably not secured too well against vermin!
Faruja	Tiny Evil Blob actually slumps a bit, and seems to pout at Finna! Meanie! There's certainly room to roll the vial beneath the door! Not to mention, there's also enough rotten boards to get past for Finna and possibly Allyn as well! The inside is a warehouse; boxes, boxes, and more boxes. But there's something odd. Blood is splattered on the floor between a large circle. It's an intricate summoning design, and a tall, robed man incants as he leans over it. There's a dead woman within the circle, no doubt the source of the blood! The body's already twitching.
Allyn	Allyn blinks as he and Finna slink into the warehouse through the boards and his tiny mouse eyes peer at the secene before them once past all of the boxes. He watches the body twitch for a few moments and squeaks quietly. Well, you don't see that every day, but what ever is happening doesn't look like it could be any good. He looks to Finna, to see what she might do in this situation, he knows that she plans things out a bit better than he does and he's not quite sure that just going in charging will be the best idea. He lowers his voice, "observe more?"
Finna	The little rat would cheer if she wasn't afraid of alerting the person within. "<We have our culprit.>" she squeaks over to Allyn, who will have no trouble understanding the animal language. "<Don't enter the circle, it's blood magic, might drain us. But scratch up the borders, should do a number on whatever he's up to! ...Poor girl, getting caught in this... I'll show him what it's like to be on the receiving end of a skewering.>" Yeah, she does NOT like human sacrifice at all. "<...I'd just tear the door open but Faruja probably wants this done discretely... no, we've seen enough, haven't we? This is bad magic if I've ever seen it.>" She quickly goes to put this plan into action. She will not ENTER the circle, but she does scamper across the ground and uses her tail with some mighty whiplash motion to throw any still-wet blood anywhere, and... ...Adding insult to injury, she does what little animals do best to make a point: adds urine to the mixture.