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"I'm in. We can always have a drink later."

Flatbelly boards quietly.

Tornak moves to board the ship but pauses in front of the shorter one that took the token and smiles widely baring his teeth and holds his hand out. "The token please" he states flatly.

If it's normal to hand over the token then GG does so.

"Oh yes. Here you go." The Ferryman hands the symbol back to GG.

GG secures the token while the others board and then does so himself.

The crossing goes smoothly. The Ferrymen are quiet, and polite.

"Off ya go! Tell your bosses to expect the bill."

GG smiles grimly and nods in acknowledgement. "Time for us to go." He surveys the landing zone and then the area beyond.

Flatbelly follows but checks for signs of ambush.

Please give me 5 perception rolls for on the way to the address.

Per [1d20+5] = 14+5 = 19,[1d20+5] = 12+5 = 17,[1d20+5] = 11+5 = 16,[1d20+5] = 6+5 = 11,[1d20+5] = 1+5 = 6

and Passive Perception is 15.

[1d20+3] = 7+3 = 10
[1d20+3] = 11+3 = 14
[1d20+3] = 10+3 = 13
[1d20+3] = 10+3 = 13
[1d20+3] = 17+3 = 20

The landing zone, and the first block of travel go without a hitch. The going is easy, wide open streets. Everyone can easily hear that about every 4th warehouse is obviously a pub/drinking hall overnight.

As you approach the second of such buildings, the door flies open, and the music becomes very loud.

Out fly a hefty looking Human, dressed like a Sailor ready to ship out, and a Half-Orc Axes drawn. Quickly after a Human flourishing his hat and rapier is obviously talking to someone inside, but is pushed out. He looks mad, and looks like he is going to strike the Half-Orc. Then, anyone with a second roll of 15 or better sees a Tiefling sneak out around the corner and head just north, staying close to the building.

PuffyPirate: "OY, boys! What was that about? I was about to convince that coven of Lady Elves to take use to their garden!"

HalfOrc: "Elves!" He spits, quite sloppily.

Sailor: "Yeah, and Brutus has to bring out the twins... of course he does. What a fool!" With that he kicks the support leg of the nearest vendor stall. Obviously old, and likely damaged from when he was thrown into it, the corner collapses. "ARRRGHH" He pulls his warhammer and starts smacking the stall. Squares are 5'