Afterwards - The Thieves Guild, treasure and -you-.

[Anastasia]

His eyes narrow sharply at that, only nodding. "..yeah, aye." He doesn't say anything else, instead squirming a little.

[Dracos]

"Got a ship of your own down in the caves?"

Dracos

[Anastasia]

"Me? Guv, I'm lucky to own the ale goin' down my throat, ya hear?" Laughing mockingly at Gavin's question, "Maaaybe if I got really lucky I'd find a ship someone...'orgot about, but I ain't owning any ship!"

[Dracos]

"Meant the guild.  The guild does have to have some regular arrangement, does it not?"

Dracos

[Carthrat]

Saul heads over to the other wing of the guild, magical sensors on renewed alert!

[Anastasia]

"Meant the guild.  The guild does have to have some regular arrangement, does it not?"

Dracos

"Hah! Yar, there be a ship that goes! Dunno more than that! Ain't healthy to ask too many questions sometimes, you know?" So nodding, "Jeras ain't like questions about the goods goin' out."

[Anastasia]

Saul heads over to the other wing of the guild, magical sensors on renewed alert!

This wing has a more mundane feel. A few mundane storage closets and some bunk rooms. These are utterly uneventful except for a left behind pouch with 4 pence in it. Saul can take this if he wishes - the pouch is old and torn, however, on it's last legs. There is nothing of note until the end - there is one very nice bedroom.

Silks and satins highlight a room fit for a nobleman. A pleasant bed and a warm fireplace are of note here. However, even beyond the nicieties, there are two things - something on the bed is radiating magic, and a part of the wall is as well.

[Carthrat]

Saul inspects the bed, then taps on the wall- ripping the bed apart to get to the source of the magic, if necessary.

[Anastasia]

The bed is easy to find. It's wedged in between two pillows. It's a small piece of white quartzs, speckled with faint dots of red. These dots are slowly dissipating, overlaid with a faint blue magical aura. It would be a simple matter to pick it up and take it.

[Carthrat]

Saul carefully wraps up the piece of quartz in some linen, inventoring it an tucking it in his pack before moving over to the wall, checking to see if it's a false door or illusion or whatnot.

[Anastasia]

On taking the quartz, a voice echos in Saul's mind! "Danger...danger...danger...danger..." So this keen goes on four times, a woman's voice prodding Saul of worries unknown. However, it grows fainter as the red spots vanish, turning back to white.

[Carthrat]

There's no way to know what that voice is actually talking about- presumably something only Jeras would know, presuming that this is his room.

So thinking, he pokes the magical wall with his quarterstaff.

[Anastasia]

With a clue in already, the illusion is easy enough to pierce. A drafty hallway carved out from the shoreline stone is here, dark and foreboding. Where it leads is anyone's guess, plunging away.

[Carthrat]

Saul uses his elven vision to easily make his way through the dark corridor- moving down slowly, and keeping track of how far he's going.

[Anastasia]

Saul uses his elven vision to easily make his way through the dark corridor- moving down slowly, and keeping track of how far he's going.

A few minutes leads Saul down to an end - a little connection to an underground riverway. A rough stair is carved to descent down to it's bank, a good twenty feet of leeway with it. It flows on, perhaps another path to freedom and escape.