STAR WARS: RETROSPECTION- The White Tower of Halloy

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"He seemed quite adament didn't he, Soapy." He sighed. "Anything?"

Soapy gives a frustrated series of beeps.

"I suppose I could always ask the guards," he sighed. Any chance of a perception roll, looking for things Denz may have missed.

You said there were walkways above? May I explore those?

No. The King wants you to leave the prison area with him.

Denz will do so then.

Alright! That puts you back at the base of the White Tower.

"I told you I would help you, Master Jedi," King Evand says. "But do not bother me with petty theories. If you have concrete evidence that your raiders come from Halloy, talk to me then. Or Lothar. Not until then."

The King is retiring to his chambers to rest before tonight's dinner, which you are welcome to attend. Night has fallen already, your first day in the Tower nearly spent.

Soapy is returning to your quarters. You interrupted his analysis earlier by bringing him to the prison cells.

Denzral assumes he'll go back to it then (soapy)?

Can you describe the Raider that shot himself, to me?

Feel free to describe him anyway you please, I don't have one for him yet.

I was hoping the way he was dressed might give Denz a clue.

Denzral will go to his quarters and send a message to the Council detailing his efforts and what has happened. He will include in the report that he'd additionally tried to locate the girl but was unable and will put that aside and continue the search for the raiders and their origins. I will mention my vision/dream. Basically everything from when I arrived; and ask for advice.

Your quarters do not have a comm unit.

Ah well... *smacks into wall*

Denzral will then attend dinner.

The dinner is being held in of the Tower's many banquet halls. There are not many nobles in the Stad, but the King has them gathered. King Evand is wearing flamboyant, kingly attire and is seated at the head of the great table, flanked by his guards.

Lothar Tull is here and beckons to you.

"Come, I've saved you a seat, brother," Lothar says, smiling.

Denzral will accept the seat with a not of cutesy.

"How goes your search?" Lothar asks politely.

nod* courtesy*

"Not as well as I'd hoped," Denzral says; knowing that Lothar probably already knew that, "but it has only been one day."

"How long do you think it will take before you acquire your target?" Lothar asks.

"Another day or two, I am hoping."

"We shall see then," Lothar says. "Any way I can help?"

"The craft that I showed you, do you have any like it?"

"No," Lothar says flatly.