Theron wrapped himself in shadows as he moved through the door, trying to keep quiet but move quickly. He switched back to thermal vision in order to better alert him to the presence of guards and tried to find his way back to the closet with the hidden passageway.
After some close encounters Theron made his way back to the hidden passageway. When he found himself back in the guest house he noticed through the window that the guard he had assaulted was still knocked out. There was quite a commotion in the main house.
Taking a moment to catch his breath, Theron unslung his cloak and draped it over the painting to obscure it from view. Taking another deep breath he walked out of the guesthouse and made to skirt back round the building.
**Arl, Olo, and Damek entered the market. Maybe Bob bought something here, and Garrote's mug would not be one easily forgotten. Granted, what such people would buy is a mystery so the group simply walks up to whoever looks the most.. gossip-y**
The group was surrounded by an overwhelming amount of vendors and customers. The goblin market was busier then they had ever seen it. There were however several vendors that looked promising. There was a greel woman who seemed to be pestering every passerby about her glass trinkets. A raggedly dressed saaur selling large decorative knives stood near a shadowy alley. A dark skinned man wearing exotic clothes sat at a booth labeled as a fortune telling station.
Speaking with a double Charisma on the Greel, "Arl, if you want to get any of these lovely glass things, I can hold on to them for you while we are in motion and keep them safe for you. I would hate for you to miss the opportunity to own such exquisite pieces due to being active."
Arl - "Hrm.. although the butterfly IS pretty, I think I favor this little bird" **Points to a different glass figure.** "that said, I would really appreciate anything you can tell me about the red-eyed man."
**The group sets off, making smalltalk with several other shopkeepers so as to defuse suspicion. The glass bird has already been stored out of sight of prying eyes by the time the group finally makes it over to the fortune teller.**
Arl - "Hello Dabba! I think you're the fortune teller I heard about... how would someone go about meeting the red-eyed dusky-skinned man? The one that speaks of the perfect light?"