Arl - "Right, let's start head out of town to get a lizard then." **Starts doing just that** "I guess I don't really have much use for the notes, although I'd be very interested with speaking with whoever knows enough about the subject to actually use them."
Arl - "You did!" **Turns to address the others** "Okay, we've been rushing, let's go over the whole thing one more time. You're going to fake my death with a lizard heart and some hair or something to both get paid and get this woman to move on with her life. You also want the research notes from the lab - why do you want them?"
**Arl wonders, for just a moment, why she's having trouble breathing.**
Cee - "WHAT?! Why would you-"
Arl - **Deep breath** "Cee, wait. Colt, do you mean you were hired to kill me, or some mystery lizard monster that turned out to be me all along? It was the second one, right? Colt Wyrmbane, the dragonslayer?"
Arl - "No. Hold on-" **A tattoo forms on the girl's body, replacing the insides of her mouth with a howling void. The girl quickly fetches a dagger from the space.**"This is the earth key, I can open a vault in the earth but I'd need a more natural place than this road to do it. Also, can you tell me more about this woman's husband?"
**Jougo finds that there is, in fact, a bell next to the massive gate leading into Piranos Dhraws' lavish estate. Pressing it apparently sets off a series of music boxes built into the wall. Several glowing sentences appear on the gate as well, all of them are reminders concerning how one should conduct themselves in the presence of high nobility...**
Beige Street was, long ago, one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in Elexia.
The last century, however, saw several of the mansions torn down and replaced with housing suitable to residents of more middling wealth, creating a street of middling houses wedged between sprawling estates.
The most extravagant of these estates lies against the city wall, an imposing embodiment of vain excess whose gilded towers, silken flags, and crystalline windows rise high above the 20' walls of iron and silver that protect the complex. A chorus of fearful, patronizing voices constantly echo from within. Upon closer inspection, the two buildings adjacent to the complex (on the same side of the street) have rusted doors facing the outside world. As do the two buildings adjacent to those; they look more like prisons than homes, really.
The manor immediately across the street from the bizarre estate is also a bit odd; like someone had given up on combating the wild plants in favor of focusing on just a few small gardens. The mansion itself is small and very old, as is the short fence that surrounds the smaller estate. In contrast, the houses wedged next to it are among the nicer of the middle class homes - a particularly nice specimen being a two story building with the peacekeeper symbol etched into the door.