Yarik, still holding the bottle of Coal-Fire in his hand and gazing around at the scene as well turned as the Thiefling addressed  him on the topic of Vampires and other Undead. 

When Yarik had been a gangster, he and his fellow Dwarves knew just as well as most other gangs that you don't fuck with the undead unless you're looking for war, and most didn't think it was worth it. Didn't matter if the Necros had more gold than the Miner King in those crypts and tombs they slept and lived in, the risks were just too high for most to be bothered. Sure the skeletons and more zombie-like Undead may seem dumb and easy to shake down, but the Vampires and their Ghouls were the real threat. Rumours had been going around for decades on the streets that some of the Vamps in those crypts predated the founding of the city itself, and therefore had centuries of knowledge, matured power, and experience in killing and avoiding being killed to draw upon. Regardless of whether or not the Vamps were actually THAT old, everyone knew that they were basically everlasting and that many had seen at least a couple centuries pass. Not only that, but them and the half and full-blooded Kindred took it upon themselves to protect and look after the other Undead within the Necropolitan District since next to no outsiders would other than the City Watch, and they didn't trust the City Guards before themselves. 

To that end, the Necros had developed a fearsome reputation over the decades, and anyone old enough knew of the horrifying and grisly murders that had been attributed to the Vampires and their fellow Undead. Whole gambling dens left ankle-deep in blood and gore in a single night, entire crews sucked dry of blood in their sleep, or dragged screaming and bleeding to never be seen again in the cold and dark tombs. Many people in and around the Necropolitan district feared the night and the dark that came with it, and not without good reason. 

Which meant that someone was either really ballsy or incredibly stupid to pull a stunt like this, if the culprits weren't just trying to kick off another war in the underworld, but that would also mean they were likely criminals just as much as those they were trying to frame. Yarik had been there before when his gang got rubbed out along with those that tried to rubbed them out shortly after by the Iron Clad Kings, he knew it was perfectly possible. 


Though who? It could have been anybody on the streets going by the writing, though the access to such powerful explosives could narrow that list. He'd need to examine that blast, maybe the Goblin could shed some insight on exactly what the explosive was.

Though he also had a pretty good idea of where to begin their search for suspects just in case the explosives angle was a dead end, and he didn't like it one bit.

In the immediate instance though, he tapped his fingers along the bottle and said:

[color=a0410d][b]"Sure, two questions. One: Has that ill-equipped smith of ours finally managed to get his hands on some weapons or are we going to have to go on a confiscating round? Because I'm not walking around with my pants down with people blowing up fuckin' crypts and the Kindred and their Kin likely going to start making their rounds in the nights again. Two: You scared of the dark, Thiefling? Because we're likely going to have to question the Vamps to see what their take on the situation is. Who they've been doing business with recently, and who might have the most cause to want to do this to them and their kind . . . might be they'll be uncooperative or unhelpful, but at least they won't be able to put this shit on us."[/b][/color]

He would then look over at one of the human member of their precinct. Mel? No, Meg, that was her name. The alcohol was clouding his memory on names, as he'd already forgotten those of The Thiefling and the Goblin for the moment. Either way, he smirked and shook his head wistfully, the young human came off as much a virgin to this business as the Nuns in the upper precincts. Though perhaps that's a mercy for her, age and experience in this city only made people worse. No wonder everyone considered the Vamps to be so terrifying and terrible in that case.