A threat looms (Closed)

[Rune Dravre]

It was no secret that the company you keep sometimes bleeds over into your personal life. That was ever apparent as Rune stood staring in a pensive way at the cottage she sometimes occupied. The place was trashed. Muddied footprints made a mess of the floor. Her bedding was torn to shreds, and some of her dresses were cut through with daggers. Arms crossed over her chest as she tried to calm the storm inside of her, a hand fidgeted near her dagger. Who the hell could have done this? Runic didn't have many enemies on Arith, well she had almost none and it was a bit galling to see her things rifled through and torn apart. Nostrils flaired, channeling that inner bloodhound so to speak. She tried to mark the scent before turning and heading out the door.

Where was the woman headed? Straight for the Inne in hopes of finding someone that had seen whom had been out near the cottages earlier. Door thrust open, anger flairing around her. " Hana, do you know who has been out towards the cottages, any strange visitiors?" So tunnel visioned in her quest to seek out the person that had been into her personal little sanctuary she didn't bother looking around to see whom was at the Inne nor did she really care. Senses tendriled out around her, taking every thing in finally before she sighed. She knew even as Hana shook her head, that there hadn't been anyone through here.

It hit her though, halfway to the door why that scent had seemed strangely familiar and with the ire of the woman riding her, she turned and marched up those stairs towards the rooms that were housed within the Inne, heading straight for Logen's door. Her fist balled and pounded on the heavy wood ." Logen if you are in there open up.. We've got a serious problem!" She could only hope that he was still within his room at this hour and not out and about otherwise she'd be playing find the Northsman.

[Logen Wolfsbane]

    Bash of fist against the door in repetition would reveal to her that the door no longer really shut. The Northman had drunkenly shouldered that door open so many times that the hinges never quite sat correct to allow the catch of the lock to sit in place. It was at the final word slipped from her mouth that the door drifted open to reveal a very bland room with a giant bed. As curiosity and urgency brought her in to inspect, she'd bear witness to Logen sitting within a chair, buckling the last clasp upon his right boot to secure it in place.

    He ignored most of the noise, most of the eagerness to see justice done for her invasion of privacy. He opted to remain calm. And so when the little dhampir had silenced, he set his stormy blue gaze towards her with a raise of a single brow in inquisition. Up onto his feet he would rise, left hand coming to clasp right shoulder to pull and stretch the muscles within his back as he spoke up, "Typically when there's big trouble... You speak quietly on it as to not let trouble find you." Left hand fell away from his own body and slow, long steps brought him in Rune's direction.

"What is the problem anyhow?"

[Rune Dravre]

She glowered at him for the reprimand. " Yes, well it looks like the trouble isn't here at the moment. So I'm quite sure making my presence known before prancing in unawares to god only knows what." Her hand fettered up and down in frustration before she took a calming breath and peered back up at the man. " Remember a while back when I might have embarrassed the shit out of one of those men?" She had grown quieter in her inquiries, murmuring. " When I controlled him I got a decent bead on his scent. Marking him I suppose.. " She shook her head and began to pace. " If you're dressed and ready come with me. I'll show you what I mean and we can talk where there are less ears. "

Muttering she turned, waiting on him a moment before she bounced down those stairs and headed through into the Inne itself. Stopping only to wave at Hana before she was out the door. Arms tucked themselves tightly into her cloak to fight off the chill of the evening. When the Northsman joined her she began murmuring again. " I am a private person. We all know this. I'm not even sure how the man found out which cottage was mine, but he did a thorough job of tossing the place and tearing my things up. I'm just glad my gold was not in that place or we'd be seeing a whole new form of rager out of me. "

When they came into view of the cottages, hers would have it's door set off hinges, and the windows cracked in several places. A hand waved forward. " See what I mean? "

[Logen Wolfsbane]

    "A bit much for a panty raid..." At least Logen was trying to make light of the situation. Steps brought him around the cottage with eyes peering over what he could without really touching anything. Destruction of personal property was typically revenge, but one could gain more based on how such vengeance was extracted. Whoever had done so wanted to her to feel invaded, investigated and let to be remain bare to the world. Effects destroyed in their manner would speak volumes on her physical qualities.. To be enraged that she held such sway with as simple things like clothing. The person aimed to disarm her, peeling away the layers and destroying what tools she might utilize in her romp of control.

    Eventually, he could come to stand in front of Rune and offer a shrug towards her. "So you have an enemy..." Logen had nations that would do much worse than this if he had anything to do it with. That cabin was burned down long ago by his own hands. Dwelling on his own past he would not and so tried to pull a decision from Rune. "If you have a suspicion, that's follow it and get some answers or retribution." The hungry dog hunts harder, so to say.

[Rune Dravre]

The woman liked her things. They were only possessions and could be replaced, but that wasn't the point to her. Arms were rubbed beneath the cloak and she eyed her property which only made her that much angrier. " At the very least he didn't steal any of my panties. " Snort and a small, pissed little smile. " I have my suspicions alright. There are very few that do not like me. Your girlfriend being one of them, but she'd just try to choke me out again and doesn't smell like day old sweat. "

Moving around to one of the cupboards she bent opening it up before removing the false floor she had put into it. Grabbing her most prized items from within she put the extra gear, weapons, gold and other small trinket like items into a knapsack before pulling free all of the maps she had drawn and journal entry scrolls detailing Kullyr to the point it was almost obsessive. Once everything was packed she nodded to him. " Alright. I'll drop these things off at Ellywick's shop on the way out. You'll likely know where to find that red headed bastard anyways. "

[Logen Wolfsbane]

The Doyle Clan.

    It finally dawned on him that she was speaking of the runt that she handled like putty and in turn revealed how pathetic he was. A slow nod was made as she continued to gather her belongings. Once complete, she seemed intent on departing and quickly. Eyes looked down the path to dwell upon Girard and Eva's cottage they once called home down upon Pincer Lake. Thoughts of Hector came to mind, the assault on Zyon, Violeta's imprisonment. His focus returned as they stepped away in turn to head for Ellywick's shop.

    Outside he would wait, pacing back and forth with a slow gait and slow turns. He had a few places in mind to check. Dunny would be in Navahla, still. Probably on the shit duty down by the canals that linked Pincer to the river to the sea. Once Runic had stowed away her collections and snuck away without disturbing the Gnome, he took the lead from there on out. To the Market Square and then following the main road to the south east towards Hagswyld and the Warehouse District, Logen started catching faces, focusing for recognition.

19705678291-20 (Spot +6) DC 20

(Failure) For the Northman, the lot of the citizens started blending together. The runt hadn't been that memorable for him, but perhaps for Rune it'd be a different story.

1-20

[Rune Dravre]

Yes, one didn't just not disturb the little gnome. That was a feat that she had yet to master, but the woman just wasn't in. She had stepped back after Logen, letting him take the lead and happily following his guidance. Seeing that he was starting to look for something common she would let her senses expand outwards around her. Fingertips brushed against her thighs as she tried to gather things that would lead them in the right direction, be it a smell, a piece of torn fabric, a muddy boot print. Anything that was out of the ordinary.
20094724611-20 [+5 Investigator ] DC15

When trying to gather information around her, with so many bustling about, she decided to change tactics and utilize one skill instead of several. Trying to spot anything that looked familiar, or at the very least anything that looked like it might be out of place.
1-20 [+5 Spot +1 per] DC 20

To which she utterly failed on both. " I'm getting exactly squat, perhaps it's all to congested right here. "
1-20�1-20

[Logen Wolfsbane]

    Well, there wasn't going to be much accomplished while they kept pussy footing about looking for the man. The market was crowded still, and there was always a good chance that the man was doing his business in collecting fees for protection. But Logen always had that one aspect about him that everyone knew. It drew attention, positive and negative, but for this matter... It was probably going to severe ties with the Doyle Clan before it even started.

    Lungs pulled air and pulled air deep to gather his fill needed for a vicious roar. If anything, he was going to force the rabbit to run amongst the squirrels going about collecting their nuts for the winter. Deep, loud and terrorizing did his call come, passing over the ears of all those that surrounded him. While those not accustomed to the warlord's roar, as mighty as it was, they were not named his quarry.

    The name from his lips...

"DUN-NEY!" Drawn out over a period of time to allow the distance traveled of sound waves bashing into the man where he stood, driving fear into his very being to get him to run while all other's stood still.

12992696451-20 (Intimidation +21) DC 25

(Success) With the quarry spooked, the hounds could chase. The red-head was barging through the crowd in a scramble as Logen caught sight of him and started after him. He waved Runic on through the alley ways so they could cut him off if he cut back.

1-20

[Rune Dravre]

Rune's body shuddered slightly. She knew that voice wasn't caressing her in intimidation, but being so close to the power the voice commanded? It was a heady type of feeling. Those blue hues slithered to almost amber when she saw the measly man come stiffly from the barriers of a near by eatery. Arms crossed over her chest, fingertips biting into the bits of leather of her undershirt. It wouldn't have been so bad if once he appeared he didn't leer in her direction. " Logen... That man really pisses me off. I should have turned his brain to mush that first night I saw him " She muttered that softly, but she didn't move forward. They needed answers from this moron and one did not get answers from said moron if one killed him!

She looked around at the others meandering about, trying her best to make sure that the rest of his little merry band was lingering around, but she didn't see anyone just outright try to come forth to help the poor guy out. That hand flexed at her hip. " And might I just say what a voice. " She couldn't help it, flirting was her flaw or one of them. So flirting with Logen when they were supposed to be doing something was just about second nature.

[Logen Wolfsbane]

    There she was all a flutter, lost in the echoes of the son of Thundershore. Anger dulled with his roar, quelled by a war cry. And then there he was, pushing past the fearful scrambling to make a path for the Northman as he surged, stopped and then charged again to get through the crowd and after Dunney. Once the man was spooked, it was only a matter of time before he met up with his boys to regroup and make more of a mess of Rune's things and Logen's, as well. The man's escape was not going to be an option for the Northman.

    "Damn it, Rune! Come on!" Dunney had already made it clear of the crowd and was running just as fast as the man's legs could carry him. Fit enough to be considered athletic, but still not nearly as quick as the Dancer nor resilient as the Bastard. The first alley that the Doyle member saw, he ducked down into and started back into his sprint. The chase spurred Logen on more, tracking the man now with foot print and echoes of the man's presence. Bewildered patron, disturbed water and mud, even refuse tossed or knocked over in his escape.

    Rune was going to have to make up time by cutting the man off (Quickness DC 15) or seeking an unimpeded path of the roof tops. (Acrobatics DC 20)

[Rune Dravre]

See this was why that man would probably not live to a very old age! She blinked out of her reverie at Logen's words and they spurred her into action. She didn't bother to wait on the Northsman as she took off. They wouldn't see Rune for a moment, but she didn't take to the roof's, there was no time. Opening a shop door she darted through to the back. The scent of the man spurred her forward just a little bit fast, trying to push herself into a motion that would be about as subtle as a train wreck coming to pass. The alley's yawning side was seen as was her target. "Oh you sorry fucker. " She growled before catching up to the rat.
17607618611-20 [+12qck] [+2 Spirit of the Winds] [DC Qck 15 = She caught him]

Smirking she adored the look of shock before she slammed the moron into the wall. " Logen I have him. " She called in that thick voice due to the burgeoning fangs that had descended in her run. The piss poor excuse of a Doyle member was trapped between brick and the phantom beauty with red glowing eyes.
1-20

[Logen Wolfsbane]

    She was quite a bit faster than he, no matter the distance he could cover with those long legs. Logen's sprint slowed down into a trot as he approached the two of them. The anger was present, carried in his gait as he targeted directly at Dunney. Hands remained at his sides, though they were clenched down into fists. He didn't like having to chase people down, and though it was his shortcoming for not spotting the man discreetly, he really, really didn't like having to chase people down. Breaths were taken in deep to calm his heart rate, just a practice to stay calm. Far from winded, but still human.

    There he stood in silence, staring at Dunney with a study of the man's expression, seeing the fear and confusion.. Possibly guilt. It was then that he placed his focus upon Rune allowing his own visage to settle into a calm projection. "Well... Now that you have the man... Ask him your questions and be quick." Logen had caused a ruckus, drawn attention and they wouldn't have long to speak with Dunney before word got out and help arrived in aid of the Doyle Clan member. As for Logen, he was playing the watchman for now. Surely, Rune could handle such a creature.

    "Feck do ya wan' woman?!" Finally the swill-soaked breath escaped with the words of the Shalottan rogue. His own hands grasped on to Rune's wrists, trying to pry the woman's grip to lessen. With Logen's presence, he wasn't going to do anything foolish, but it didn't mean that he wanted to be freed from the dhampir's clutches. The saving grace was that he wasn't all that opposed with Rune's body in proximity to his. She did smell nice, after all.

[Rune Dravre]

Those red ringed hues flickered up to Logen, a brow arching. She wasn't really the asking type, but then it would do her no good to actually kill them man that was making her skin crawl by the touch of his hands against her wrist. "Why were you at my cottage? " Her voice was soft, lulling. A very subtle compulsion rode through the woman's vocal chords to enthrall the male before her. She knew the moment that he was beginning to succumb to that call. His body grew slack and tense all at once, fingertips slackened against her wrists, before falling away completely.

"It was'n m'idea. The boys wouldnae allow me to be livin down what you did ta' me. " His voice had taken on a strained quality, the feeling of someone invading his personal space within his mind not as subtle as one might pretend it was. It felt a little like someone was forcing themselves. Invasion. Repulsion rode high, but he couldn't force his body to respond in kind to the internal emotion. " Plus me thought me boss would look kindly if I grabbed you and got Logen ta' come after.. " His voice trailed off as he tried to fight her mental invasion.
8130688131-20[DC to lesser command is 10]

When she felt him fighting her she withdrew her command and stepped back from him for a moment. She knew that Logen had her back otherwise she wouldn't have jerked her hand and snaked it around his throat. The moment her hand touched against the flesh of his throat she was sucked inwards, though she was trying her hardest to find more answers than he offered without getting stunned from the effects of her curse.
1-20 [DC for curse is 15] [Fail]

Of course she rarely got one without the other and was sucked into the darkness of the man's thoughts and mind. That nightmare quality to her curse seeking the worst of his memories.
1-20�1-20

[Logen Wolfsbane]

    Yeah, Logen had her back. Even when she thought to do something so careless as dive into someone's mind. He had only glanced away for a moment before he turned to look towards the two once more. With her tied to the man's mind, living the nightmares with him, Logen stepped forward and grasped ahold of her wrist and jerked it free from the man's throat. Rune was allowed her time to recuperate from the damnation of another.

    Dunney, however was not. The man was caught by the throat with Logen's left hand and held in place, allowed to breathe through his nostrils but not his damn mouth. Dark blues then focused on Rune's form, gauging her disabled state before he rounded on Dunney once more.

    The Doyle clansman was lifted with one arm, sliding up along the brick wall that Logen had him pinned against, iron vice clamped the man's throat, fingers pressing up against his mandible. "You're gonna finish that statement... Loud and fucking clear, Dunney. Do you understand?"

18979553651-20 (Intimidate +22 DC 30)

(Success) Explanation couldn't be given but a forced nod was made as Dunney chortled for air. He did not want his life ended so soon over a woman and an at-a-boy. Once Logen allowed his feet to touch the ground again and his grip to relax, Dunney sucked in air and froth, offering pain in exchange for oxygen. "Boss got tired of wait'n an' I figur'd two birds, one stone... 'sides, she wun thar'. So I trash'd the place, revenge of invasion an all..."

    "Dun matter anyhow... S'all fuck'd up now, righ..? The boys will be comin an' yer gunna have to answer to'em. So get'it dun... Kill me now... One less sword ta fight"

1-20

[Rune Dravre]

She took her time recouping from the nightmares and finally those hues settled back to blue. Weaving on her feet a moment she turned that gaze to the pair of men.. " Leave him living. It will be far worse a fate than we can doll out. I have a small piece of advice Dunney...  " She speared the man with a look, no compulsion, but it was just as fierce. " Get out now. Go into hiding. Do whatever it is you must do, but do not come after myself or Logen again. I will personally rip out your throat should you do so and while Logen might be the person you fear the most.. I'm the person that you will never see coming. " She was not bragging, the words were held with stark truth. A hand pressed, lifting to grab against Logen's wrist. " Let's go see who if anyone is coming for us or you.. There is no sense to take him unto death. "

Was she willing to spare his life because she was soft? No, but sometimes death was a reward instead of a punishment. If Dunney didn't get away he would get his ass in trouble for yet again beinf a failure. This was the second time he had been reduced to simpering from the pair and wouldn't be looked on kindly.

[Logen Wolfsbane]

    The Northman had nothing left to say nor ask of the creature broken before him. If Rune was satisfied with such outcome, that's all that mattered. Eyes that had been burning into Dunney slowly turned to set upon Rune. She was still young to the game, it seemed. Had anyone else grabbed at his wrist to assert control of his actions, he would have put them in place right next to Dunney. This time, she only got an eye-balling.

    Hand withdrew from Dunney's throat as Logen collected a portion of phlegm into ammunition upon his tongue and spat down next to Dunney's shoe in a display of dominance and disdain. With a step back and turn, the Northman was heading away from the Doyle clansman back the way he came  as it was opposite the direction Dunney was running, undoubtedly away from the trouble that would soon be joining them.

    Once he and Rune were out of ear shot, he spoke low to her... "If you want to take lead and be the boss..." He was referring to her grabbing at his wrist as if she were in control of his actions. "You choose your actions correctly, dun subject yourself to submission of your own shortcomings. Once you fall out of control, someone else takes it." He had noticed her fall whenever she tried to reach into Dunney's mind, but to the extent of it, he didn't know clearly.

[Rune Dravre]

What he has seen as her trying to assert control over the situation was a gentle placating to see her side. She frowned up at the eyeballing male and just shook her head. She moved silently along side his body not saying a word for the longest of times before she finally spoke. " I'm not one to be the boss. It's not who I am. I do not feel the need to boss people around or assert anything. Sometimes a touch has nothing to do with that and everything to do with trying to plead a case without saying the words to look weak in the eyes of a foe. " She said this however after they had left. There would be no ears to prick on the information.

Hands tucked against those leathers and she looked out over those milling around. Was she satisfied? No not really, but she would handle it. " Do you know that man actually was a good person at one time? He had a wife and two little kids. Someone came in and slaughtered his little girls, raped his wife in front of him. He turned to the Doyle's in order for retribution for his wife and children and now stays because he feels he owes them. " Her lips were set in a grim line as she relived the past of another, over again one more time to catch anything she had missed. There was nothing. " I apologize for leading you to believe that I wanted to lead this little mission of knowledge, it was far from that and a moment of sympathy for a man that made poor choices. "

[Logen Wolfsbane]

    "This is where ignorance is bliss." Disconcerting expression took over as he glanced to the side down towards her. He stopped in his progression to turn and face her at the mouth of the alley touching upon the market square. Head canted slightly as he glanced over her form trying to read her body language in unison with her tone of voice. "You're in a spot to know why people have become what they have... I am not, and I don't want to know."

    "When I have to make a decision, it needs to be based off of what is going on in the here and now... to an extent we all allow ourselves to either become monsters and guardians... We elect to choose our actions after something has effected us." One hand came to rest upon Rune's shoulder to anchor her before him, terse was the grip yet reassuring in it's nature. "That...knack.. that you have, keeps you warm... Caring... something you need in your life... But in times of aggression... War... It will cloud your judgment and get you killed."

[Rune Dravre]

She stared into that glacial gaze and canted her head. " I have no problem killing Logen. When it is needed and justified. The guy was simply confused and I did feel that they will do worse to him for letting us get away than we could have dolled out. Plus. " There was a little smile, though hidden as it might be. Tugging something from her front pocket she would open the very small box and point to the dot that kept circling around on the cylinder. " I'm hoping this will track him, though I'm not sure how good it will do. " Frown to that. " I'm new to all of this invention stuff as it were. "

Was she trying to make light of her little knack? Yep she was damn near trying to steer off the subject completely. Sighing she bit at her bottom lip and shrugged. " I don't make a habit of touching the bad guys. He just seemed to piss poor scared to have tossed my home like that without a really good reason.. I was hoping that for once my little knack would give me some answers instead of memories. " How often had she been rendered helpless to those nightmarish memories? More times than she could count. The little clock work device continued to whirr and after a moment the dot started taking off towards a seedier part of town.

[Logen Wolfsbane]

    Curiosity had him peeping at the technology in her hands. As to what in the Hell it was, he had no clue. His assumption was that it was just some fancy looking compass but that was his extent on it. Her explanation for jumping into the man's past didn't fall on deaf ears, though. She was trying... Anything that she might to succeed in her endeavors and Logen was akin to doing the same shit himself. Though as the years had passed, the lessons learned and lives lost, he had gained some wisdom from such things. He only sought to pass it on.

    After getting the feel of moving past the conversation and studying the implement she had set in place, he slowly looked towards her with an inquiring expression. "Are you wanting to follow him to see where he goes...?" Logen could have tracked him, but apparently she could circumvent skill with technology. A step closer brought him to her side, peeking over her shoulder down at the small device, trying to make sense of it as he invaded her bubble.

[Rune Dravre]

"More of a plan B if I couldn't get a read on his thoughts. " Was offered up. She tilted the little device up towards him and peeked up and back slightly. " I don't know what to call it, but it's supposed to help people track things. I thought about making it because Ellywick is constantly running off. I put a piece on him that this little dot. " She pointed to the thing zigzagging around. " reacts to. So it'll tell us if he heads north, west, east, or south. Or central if it goes to the middle. " She canted her head offering the box towards him.

" I wanted to see if it would work. As long as he doesn't cut his hair any time soon or you know.. lose his head we should be able to figure out where he goes and holes up. " She was a bloodhound. She could track as well as the rest of them, but the new gizmo was something of a wonder. " And I really don't want to track him.. I sorta wanna see where they've been staying while in the city and I think our little rat will lead us right to them. "

[Logen Wolfsbane]

    "Well... How do you know it works unless you verify that it does?" He didn't take the gizmo from her hands, rather just shook his head and lifted his chin with a pull of his lower lip. Statement made, he stepped to the side, left hand collecting her at the ribs to pull her back into the alley before him so that she could lead them on to follow the skittering rat to it's nest. If they could set eyes on Dunney by use of the tracking device, then confirmation would be made that simple. "C'mon.. Let's see if you're as crafty as you think you are."

    The Northman would wait for her to take lead while he remained her eyes around the area if she needed to focus on the display of the piece of equipment. He'd be keeping his eyes peeled for the Doyles and Dunney while she went about putting use to the device she had yet to name.

[Rune Dravre]

She nodded, moving back with him into the alley. Easily following the command of his hands guidance. Looking down at the little crafty work she bit at her bottom lip and started following the woven dot as it darted back and forth, from north to east and then back north. Granted she was gazing from side to side every now and then she left most of the watching to the man at her back. .It showed the trust the woman had for the man. To easily trust that he wouldn't allow something to befall her otherwise unoccupied mind.

They ran down varying alley ways, keeping a steady pace that wouldn't catch up with the man, every now and then they would have to zig-zag through pedestrians before once again darting into an alley way. She paused looking up and around as the dot seemed to still, those amber ringed hues tried to make out what was what within the alley itself and the surrounding area.
10642755731-6 [3 and above is a pass. The contraption is working]

She pointed up ahead as Dunney slipped into another intersecting alley and grinned. " It would seem it's working for now. " Murmured. There was a small glee to her words, excitement at a working contraption apparent.
1-20

[Logen Wolfsbane]

    Sentinel he could play well. If not spotting trouble, but in dealing with it as soon as it reared it's ugly head. Longer legs had to work less in their tracking trek with Rune leading their way through the maze of the warehouse district. Once she had paused, Logen touched finger tips to her shoulder just to gain a bearing as she decided their next move. Whenever she departed, revealed in the direction her shoulder grazed against the pads of his fingers, he followed after keeping a keen eye, or two rather, peeled to make sure they had not been made by any of the Doyle clansmen.

    As the final stop came and she spotted Dunney ducking into a safe house, her words were heard and he simply nodded. "That's good." Now his curiosity had him wanting to know what Dunney was up to, though this was her Mark. Rather than standing there like a sore thumb, Logen stepped over towards a wall and set his shoulder to lean against after he had pulled Rune with him to stand before him. She could keep an eye by peering around him, making sure Dunney didn't exit in haste or leave while accompanied by a lot more men. The casual position shared between them was just to remain inconspicuous.

    "What do you think is gonna happen? He's gonna go boo-hoo about us, tell his boss the truth? Or do you think he's going to lie and say we came after him for no reason other than to bully information about the Doyle clan out of him since he was the weak link..?" Words spoken low just for her to hear.

[Rune Dravre]

That blood was pumping. It was a euphoric feeling in which she couldn't seem to see between mark and prey. The touch of his hand, closeness of his body grounded her though and those hues of almost crimson drifted up towards the door. She tried to listen to see if she heard anything, if anything at all.
16993196491-20[DC 15 ] [+5 to Listen] [+1 ] = [Pass barely]

Slowly words began to form behind the door and she held her hand up for him to silence. She had to strain to hear just the snippits of conversation. Her voice quieted more as she began reciting what Dunney and someone else were say. " They came at me boss. I had no choice but to get outt'a there. ' That's no excuse, you were this close to the leverage we need. Now they will both be on alert. ' Boss you gott'a gimme another shot. I think that blood sucker has a shinin fer me. " They moved away from the door because she couldn't hear anymore.

"Pretty safe bet that he's saying we attacked him. "
1-20

[Logen Wolfsbane]

        At her suggestion, Logen silenced himself but still kept watch for citizens and thugs alike behind Rune. While she played the eavesdropper, Logen simply grinned as she began reciting the conversation. With confirmation of one lie, the Northman smirked to himself as he whispered low tones against rune's ear.

        "So while he might have liked tossing your room... It wasn't his plan... It was his boss' to get leverage on someone." Leverage on Logen through harassing and abducting Rune? He must be letting slip his expressions too much to have her targeted. Or perhaps it wasn't him they were trying to get leverage against.. Maybe it was Ellywick or Lucy.

    He stood upright, peering over his shoulder a moment before looking back towards Rune with a serious stare. "We need to find out more of what they're planning... I don't want to be unsure as to who they're trying to get a strangle hold on... So.. Should we just play the game...or do I just have to start killing them one by one?"

[Rune Dravre]

Hell they could be trying to kidnap Rune to mess with a lot of people. Most considered her a friend at the very least. The fact that Logen was intimately tied to the hate from the group only made him the obvious choice. When he posed the question she gave him a beautiful little smile all her hardware showing in that moment. " Oh darling.. I think we should take a page from Ellywick's book and give you a reason to be called Mr. Subtle. " She patted his chest lightly and looked back towards the door. " I don't mind being bait and we can always spy. "

She loved to spy on others. Knowledge as she had stated before was indeed power. Power enough to corrupt or control another. " You might want to put a tail on Chloe though. They might have her made as another weakness if it is against you and I will let Ellywick and Lucienne know.. " Those two she wasn't worried about. Both women had strengths people had no clue about and for good reason. When the door opened she turned, rising up on tip toes so that her hair obscured the bottom half of Logen's face. Pressing to him in that alley they looked like little more than two drunk fools going at it in the dark.

Once the small group had left she looked towards the open door. " Care to go see what they left behind?"

[Logen Wolfsbane]

        There was a part of him that would rather play the drunk fool in the alley way for a moment. Grin showed through for that account, but as the others had passed them by, Logen kept those eyes watchful upon them. As they veered away, Logen released a sigh of relief and nodded towards Rune's suggestion. Pulling away from her, he would make his way towards the door that the Doyle clansman had exited. Arrival had him testing the handle and found it unlocked.

    Silently, he opened the door and slipped within, eyes searching immediately for a threat waiting within. The further he stepped, the better view he would gain all the while his hand drifted closer to the Wolfblade that rested behind his hips. He was to be ready if the need did arise. For now, his agility was revealed, delicate steps were made as to not even disturb the spurs on his heels. No chime emitted from him, or at least that was his intention.

14993248921-20 (Move Silently +15 DC 20)

1-20 (Spot +6 DC 15)

    (Move Silently Success) Not even the critters and vermin would know that he was there as he moved about, searching for clues or points of interest in the room. (Spot Failure) But nothing would show through of interest for him. Perhaps Rune's luck would be different.

1-20�1-20

[Rune Dravre]

Amusement showed in her eyes at his playfulness for half a second before they were back to business. She didn't have the ability to sleuth like Logen, who if one looked was truly a paragon view of what a man should be, so instead that body ripped apart, her form sharing the pathways of the woman herself and the shadows. Wisping along she followed closely at his heels, making sure that she wouldn't come to anyone's attention should they be lying in wait.

In that form she dared search along the walls, over the tables and everywhere in beween to see if she could gather some little clue that might help them.
7133502931-20 [+5 spot +1  w/ DC 15]

While she was searching she made sure to keep an ear out, listening to make sure they didn't get a surprise attack.
1-20 [+5 listen +1 w/DC 15]

So far noone was going to hear Logen coming, but he was having issues with his spot, she however didn't seem to have that problem and quickly become corporeal once more as her hands pointed towards something in the drawer of the desk. Nodding towards it, she continued to listen, but so far there were no sounds of anything other than their own breathing.
1-20�1-20

[Logen Wolfsbane]

        Approach of the drawer had Logen sliding it open to reach inside. Parchment pulled free, addressed Doyle, had him curious to flip it over and read. To him, the details were lost upon him. But the intention was plain as day. A Prince and an Archbishop had signed as such upon the bottom with their title and name following it beneath. Logen hadn't been the target at all. He had been the patsy. Find the abomination and eliminate her. Eyes raised from the note and over towards Rune for a long while before he offered it to her.

    She had been killing indiscriminately, from either side of the table, so to say. The two factions had come together to unilaterally decide she needed to go and with Logen taking her in as a friend... They needed to keep him away from her while they set their plans in motion. No doubt the others would receive the same treatment... Kept busy or simply removed from the path. The Doyle's had only one true goal in mind and that was to collect the vampire hunter's head for the two councils that suffered at her hand.

"Maybe you can make sense of this.."