Moskar looks sharply over as the insectoid addresses him. "...What?"
He looks the creature up and down for any identifying features, gives up, and narrows his eyes thoughtfully. It must be an employee here, some sort of scribe, he figures.
Without wasting any more time, he gestures with a clawed hand towards the shelves of books.
"Sir Artor The Tenaciousss, you know of him? I seek to learn more of him, who he served and what battless he fought."
>Ask the strange insectoid about Sir Artor, whilst inspecting it for any signs of a threat.
"What is your business here, lizard-stranger? Do you seek knowledge or are you looking for someone?"
Assist the lizardman if he needs help, otherwise look for books on metallurgy.
((In bugspeak, titles are suffixed. Certain words are replaced by compound phrases, especially when in relation to a person.))
Moskar and Garm team up to go look for information about Sir Artor the Tenacious. They enter the library together and start looking through the history shelves. There are, to their dismay, a lot of books here in languages they don't even understand and some that are so old they are simply falling apart. [5][4] Neither Garm nor Moskar has much success in finding anything about Sir Artor in particular. They do manage to come up with a few history books about the founding of the Empire, where they find some mentions of persons called Artor. Most of the books they found have badly deteriorated, so only partial excerps can be read.
"...the seven knights of the first emperor, Knight Artor was said to have been a giant of man, unbeatable in combat and..."
"...leader of the imperial dragoons during the second expansion, Sir Artor led the charge during the battle of Grey mountain, breaking the enemy lines. This marked the turning point in the war..."
After Garm turns a page and accidentally ends up ripping of 18 pages, the two decide they might better leave these particular books alone.
Garm, leaving Moskar at the table, goes to look for books on metallurgy. [2] He finds a book with metal in the titel, but it seems to be some kind of college thesis by a young mage about some theoretical mumbo jumbo concerning magic powered instruments. It is dated 632 A.F.
"Was there anything... different about the man?"
"Yes, lovely Lady Loradove, tell us about the man! Any interesting mannerisms, particular interests, social connections and so forth you could discern? I assume you must be quite skilled in assessing the worth and means of a human being from conversation, yes?"
"Hmm, I don't recall him being all that strange. I suppose one might find it somewhat odd that someone would be in the middle of the woods without a horse or in their best suit. He made a lot of jokes and seemed to enjoy laughing a lot. Over all, he was a rather charming man."She goes on to ramble on how charming and handsome he was, going on for a good ten minutes. You try to interrupt her, but it's as if you were talking to a all. You simply smile and nod, enjoying the tea.
Tomo's grin is briefly replaced with a perplexed frown at the thug's response. They didn't seem intimidated at all by her... Could they be... professionals? Did they know what what they were dealing with? She even threatened to eat them; how could they be used to that? Just what kind of town was this?!
She shakes her head, and her grin and confident posture return. No, threatening her like that, they couldn't know what they were dealing with-- and that meant she still had the element of surprise!
"Spoked like a true badguy! Huttah!"
Huck the lightning stone at the ground in front of the thugs as hard as I can! If it doesn't do anything, use the distraction to rush them and go for their throats!
Undeterred by the two seemingly professional henchman looking at you threatening, you throw the stone at the ground in front of them. [7+2] The stone shatters into little pieces and nothing happens. The two men smile and the one on the left takes a step forwards. At that moment a ear-splitting crack can be heard and a bolt of lightning shoots down from the skies and lands right where you threw the stone. The lighting arcs in different directions, hitting the two men square in the chest, sending them flying backwards. A smaller arc hits the third man, knocking him down.
The light blinded you for a moment, but after about 15 seconds you can see clearly again. Your ears are still ringing as you gingerly make your way over to the men. The two who were about to attack you are both very dead, there skin and clothes mostly burned by the intensity of the lightning bolt. The third man seems thoroughly unconscious, but otherwise only lightly singed. The man they were beating up seems to have fainted as well.
All right, now that is settled... Need a fence. Or maybe... No, a fence first. Shut up. Shut up, you, your time is later.
Try to find somebody to fence the bracelets, preferably somewhere not affiliated with Gor'Buttface.
You scour the city, looking for someone to peddle your ill-gotten gains to. [6+1] You find your fence in a place you wouldn't have imaged, the middle of the market. His stall isn't anything more than a carpet with a selection of random items on it.
"Yes, friend, I can take the jewels from your 'dead grandma' off your hands. Let me see them...hmmm...decent quality, I'll give you 125 coins for them." You open your mouth, but he cuts you off. "No haggling on these here goods, I'm afraid. Take it or leave it." Figuring you probably won't get any better price elsewhere in this town, you accept.
Bracelets lost, 125 gold gained. 
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