When the strumpet returned from her scouting mission, Anton listened with keen interest as she described the home in question, and the descriptions of the necromancer within. He noted the city mage eyeballing Adrian as she left, and then the sermons began.<br/><br/>First, the strumpet, now robed in red, began to apologize for her past attire and state she was doing what she was in order to pay to put food on the table for three children. While three kids could have popped out of those luscious hips, he found her choice of occupation odd, even if he couldn't figure out what the hell she did.<br/><br/>Now, the crusader was sermonizing in exchange. His fingers began to play over his lute again, striking up a tune common in the temples of the city, a call to worship and soothing prayer. A smile on his face as he listened to the strumpet then scold him for yelling at him. Shaking his head, he slung his lute over his shoulder, and walked over to stand behind Wren.<br/><br/>"That area of town is an influential area, many people there are patrons to the arts. Perhaps she would recognize it if she was placed back on the same street." He said softly, leaning against the table beside Wren as he stared at the map with her. In his head, he took the descriptions of the building, and it's relative location, and tried to recall if he had seen such a location before.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=59302</div></div>