[center][h3][color=ff3355]The Red Claws[/color][/h3][/center]

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Silverclaw was having a bad day to put it mildly. The witch woman did things to him that he didn’t care for. Cutting his hair, taking his cloak and weapons, holding him against his will, then turning the guard loose on him. That over zealous Captain put a bounty on him. The nerve! 

Now hiding in a cellar he waited for his wife negotiate his freedom. He really did not want to leave Pigeon Spit, but he would if he had too. But the scribe was a new mystery to be solved. He also had not found the dragon’s lair and investigate all that it contained. 

Silverclaw was just planning to intimidate the Engineer, scare him a bit. He wanted him to know who was running the docks and the port. The Abbot was an idiot that said things before he thought them through. But the witch… He couldn’t figure her game. Why would she just let him go? It didn’t make sense. [hider=ooc]It does, we don’t have a jail.[/hider] How did she know where he was?

Kriltra Deerstawker had made contact and tried to get the engineer to act as a proxy. He was stubborn. Later today she would start the rumor that he might be was involved. The street urchins were good at spreading that type of rumor. She even paid them to try to recover the bowl if was to be found. The guard could chase them around.