"What if," Sisera begins, before swapping to elvish for the rest. "Rydym yn tipio oddi ar y gwarchodwyr ac yn gadael iddynt wybod bod gennym rywun ar y tu mewn, sydd yno i gadw tabs hyd nes y gard yn gallu cyrraedd. Ef yw'r unig gorachyn yno, yn iawn? Rydyn ni'n dweud wrthyn nhw mai'r gorach yw ein cyswllt, a bod mae'n gallu siarad â'r troseddau y maen nhw'n eu cyflawni os oes angen."
Elvish Translation
"We tip off the guards and let them know we have someone on the inside, who is there to keep tabs until the guard can arrive. He is the only elf there, right? We just tell them the elf is our contact, and that he can speak to the crimes they are committing if needed. Then we need not get our hands dirty, but also have a way for Aeron to be absolved."
"It could work," Alierin replies, continuing to speak in Kurnish. "It doesn't guarantee Aeron's safety, but it's better than trying to sneak him out of there. We could say he's being forced into it, which is true."
Dessarius grimaces slightly. "Roof Boy has a point, I think. I've seen elves get ignored constantly, and that might not even be a point in our favor." He says, thinking; "I don't think we should get our hands dirty either, but we should accept that we might have to."
Roof Boy gives Dessarius a crooked glance, though you're not sure if it is at the nickname or the blacksmith agreeing with him.
Cymril nods at Alierin's words. "Not all of the guard are terrible people. After Kiros attacked us, the two that we found came running as soon as we asked for help. I'm sure Aeron will be able to talk his way through it."
"Well let's find some guards. If they don't want to listen to us, we can come back to that conversation," Alierin says to Dessarius. "We should get moving before they're done - and you should go home, can't have one of Donleg's guys spotting you," she adds turning to her brother.
Roll Perception or Streetwise to see how quickly or closely you find a guard.
Aeron
You get to work, loading the first dinghy. After a few minutes, Donleg steps back out of the shack, and you hear him speaking with some of the others outside.
The older elf man who had previously ignored your presence instead casts a curious glance your way. "Your first time doing this?" he asks as he hefts another cage into the dinghy.
Leaving the pier, you push deeper into Southward, avoiding the crumbling ruins while looking for streets that still bear some form of business.
After a few minutes Dessarius catches sight of torchlight. Following it, you find a lone guard passing through the quiet district. The orcish woman is tall, young-faced, and alert. She holds a spear and is dressed in the typical raiment of most Groznid guards: grey quilted armor with the Clan insignia, pocked with bronze studs. She turns your way as the almost crowd of you pile into the avenue.
Dessarius quickly realized how bad this could look- A group of young elves coming across a lone orcish guard. His mind flashes back to Nytholis, and his many failings. He raises a hand to hail the guard, "Hail," He calls out gently to the Orc, quickly making his way over. "We need your help, please." He says as he finally approaches, waiting a moment to see how the orc responds.
The young guardswoman clutches onto the haft of her spear as you approach, evidently spooked by the sudden and numerous appearance of towering elves. She holds position, her dark eyes searching each of you in kind. "What? What's the matter?" the guard asks, halfway between annoyed and concerned.
"Some smugglers, down at the docks. They're forcing our friend to help them load up their ship right now," Alierin explains, almost pleading, to the guard. Hopefully she's able to get help quickly, I don't know what one guard will be able to do.
"Really," the guard replies, clearly unmoved. She glances over the lot of you in the moonlight, your clothes and armor looking somewhat worse for wear from your struggles with the nokve earlier that day. Her eyes fall across your various weaponry. "How can I be sure you're not just playing some cheap trick at my expense?"
