Ureck's attention was taken off his wound for a moment as the sound of muffled yelps coming from the kitchen, the a torrent of frantic words flowing through the open door. Ears perched, the collie realized that it was the Tiefling within the Kitsune's belly, and in the knowledge that she had played a part in the raid he tried his best to listen in...<br/><br/>(Using Action Point to get a +5 to the Listen check)<br/>(Listen check: 1d20(19) + 5 = 24; Pass)<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kitts wrote:</cite>"The wolf...in here?!" The tiefling cries in a panic, hissing softly through her teeth as Lilium's belly squeezed her, working those acids down into her flesh. Her entire body felt like it had been dipped in lamp oil and held there for hours. Every little movement cause her nerves to cry out in pain "Y...YES! I t-think!! He has one eye!!! Sword...sword with....metal in the tip!! If so, y-y-yessss!!!!!" She cries out, jerking and squirming frantically "He is my emp-ployer. He-he-he...pays well, and, and....his jobs are normally safe!" she jumps back and forth between the information Lilium wanted, and what she thinks Lilium wanted to hear.</div></blockquote><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kitts wrote:</cite>"Raid...y-yes...L-lesik has his hands in everything in town. He-he...said that you stood out in a cr-crowd...said he wanted to capture you. Y-y-you'd bring a high pr-price on the slave market. Or, he'd just use you for himself. Said he wanted you f-fox, too. Either...either....to bring him close to some...magical...THING he found, to see what it did...or, just to break him, and turn him into a pet. S-said he saw you...knew where you went...here."<br/><br/>"A-also s-s-said a client wanted Mirana. Offered a heavy sum to have her brought to him. I...i don't know the name of the client!! But...i..t-think he is going to try to t-t-take Mirana again. Lesik, when paid, does not g-give up easily...and...and...a half-giantess!!! He got paid to bring her in, too!!"</div></blockquote><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kitts wrote:</cite>"W-w-was...also a shifter. We...we...we...captured her mother. Said, with her captured too...or dead...her father would be forced to help them...and would get no aid from anyone else. He...he...said something about...a granger....i don't know!!! PLEASE!! Just let me go!!!"</div></blockquote><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">One-eyed wolf, sword... Ah! Wasn't the wolf I was sitting across from when I was writing on the cards like that? So he was a part of all this. Ooh, if only I had known...</span>He could have sworn he could have felt his blood sizzle a bit in his veins.<br/><br/>Yet even more startling to him were the Tiefling's next words.<span style="font-style: italic">Slavers?! In the middle of town?</span>Predators who hunted for food were one thing, but slavers?! The thought of a fate worse than death turned his boiling blood to ice instantly, and it only worsened as she listed off the targets. The kitsune, she seemed so strong-willed and kind, breaking that spirit along with her fox, making him a pet... Then Mirana, the kind girl who had served him drinks so many times before, turned into just another name to scratch off the list... Yes, he knew the half-giant too, a regular in the bar that he had seen many times before, almost ending that freedom of her's for good... Next was a shifter, and he instantly knew who they were talking about, turning his eyes towards Sherani.<span style="font-style: italic">You had saved me just a moment ago, such a good heart, but they planned to use you like a tool...</span><br/><br/>But his biggest shock was saved for last.<span style="font-style: italic">...did she just say Granger?</span>Now THAT struck disturbingly close to home, and right away he began to piece together what he knew.<span style="font-style: italic">They're involved with my bosses? If they've got a band of slavers like that working for them... there's no telling just how much tighter their grasp on the city would become. Gosh, and to think I was almost about to ask these people if they wanted a place to stay for tonight. Not to mention it would severely throw off my plans. Damn it, why don't they ever tell me these things?!</span>...actually, perhaps they had. Ureck began digging deep into his memory, trying to remember if he had heard anything about a wolf (<span style="font-style: italic">Lesik, right?</span>), new members, whatever from the agents or coordinators he worked with.<br/><br/>(Knowledge(local) check: 1d20(12) + 9 + 3 = 24)<br/><br/>With the Tiefling's words spoken, Ureck's attention once again jumped, this time to Mirana's frightened form behind the bar. Poor lass, he thought pitifully, jamming his hands into his pockets. It must have been frightening for her, being that close to death for the first time. Upon seeing her eyes scan the room, he traced her gaze back to the Gnoll who, apart from a few spasmodic movements, did little more than spill blood. Grimacing, Ureck noticed the table that had been kicked over during the battle and, with a huff, trotted to it and pulled it in front of the bleeding figure, ignoring the pain in his leg. The fight was over; there was no reason left to see the aftermath of death's doings.