Summary Post - The Blind Rogue and Drunk Dwarf
Lucas cranes his ears and squints his eyes in all directions, attempting what anyone watching him would describe as an owl. Unfortunately his eyes and ears must not be with him because he hears and sees nothing, whether this is a failure on his part or the fact that there is nothing out of the ordinary to spot is unknown to him. The young, yet very bald, rogue remains at the top of the stairs for the moment, senses all tingly and alert.
Malzahel takes the first few steps up to watch his back, bow at the ready and arrow knocked but not drawn as he scans in any direction
Lucas is not actively looking in.
Aedilberct resumes the ancient art of nose picking, using his trusted wand to reach those *almost* impossible to reach spots.
Staying up there or heading back to Hamish to see what he found? If you decide to scout around some more I'll have the two NPC's follow you around like lovestruck puppies... I'm sure Hamish will be fine on his own
In the Larder the Dwarf on a mission, otherwise known as
Hamish, delves into the wine rack with a vengeance. His keen nose and eyes scanning the cheaper wines and other unmentionables, not wasting time on inferior stocks, until he finds his treasured macguffin. His hands wrap lovingly around the aged bottle, just slightly chilled to the touch as he pulls the bottle from the rack; the almost black liquid inside sloshing in a slow circular motion. Most believe the wine to be black, hence the name of Blackscythe, but
Hamish knew that to be untrue. As he gazed into the bottle he found that the contents were a deep blood red, the kind of drink that will often change color once it hits open air...
The bottle appears to be unopened, it would seem that the letter he found either never reached it's destination or something happened before they could retrieve the bottle, perhaps another clue to this whole places silent and abandoned feel. The bottle's worn label reads "
Blackscythe, 8:24 Blessed" The bottle appears to be from the last age, somewhere around a few hundred years old, and as such would be worth a small fortune to the right buyer... Or he could drink it himself and savor the wondrous flavor.
Pocketing the bottle and anything else he found interesting
Hamish turns to leave the larder, only to find a somewhat large and furred creature huddled in the door frame, upon closer inspection it looks to be a giant rat. The beast raises it's head, meeting your eyes, it's eyes glowing a soft red in the low light of the larder. It hunches down and starts making some kind of noise, sounding like a mix of a squeak and a hiss, as it looks to you in a threatening manner. As Hamish prepares himself he hears similar scratching noises from different directions of the room...
Life is a roller coaster, if you don't stop to enjoy it then you may as well not even ride.