Once the Lenai arrived at the Bit and Bridle, there were a variety of moods. Some sought immediate recompense, some sought the pursuit of justice in all ways as quickly as possible, and others still sought just to get back to pounding face — one way or another.
The bartender at the Bit and Bridle was named Darg. He was a man befitting his name, owing both to the lackadaisical nature of his job and the nature of the town in which he lived. He was a source of little information – the mercenaries were over there in the corner, constantly watching the Sisters. Pretty much the entire time the Lenai were down in the depths, doing the militia's job for them. At swordpoint. And then as a basic battle for survival owing to the cave-in. Dots began to connect themselves.
With the booth clean, there was nothing for CSI: Neslethea to seek – so they moved onto the bedrooms. They split into teams and examined as carefully as they could. One of the rooms is blacked and burnt. Liam, Vincent, and Dani head first for the other room, while Alra, Ariadna, and Claire head for the burned.
Two things are discovered in the mercenaries' room – a token with the same symbol as the one found in Dogwood, and a map of Chayton with a black X in a southern spot of wilderness near the Oracle and the Pit of Madness. Based on the amount of time spent in Plainston, it is also clear that the mercenaries' packs remained in a single position during their stay – ready to depart at a moment's notice.
Alra discovers a note that wasn't burned entirely, but is surprised to discover it is in Sylvan. "Attack while those 'Lenai' are occupied. Give me information. Burn everything. Leave no trace. TS."
After reconvening, Dani discovers a spring trap that hits them with a possible poison, but it fails to take – still, they prick their finger on it. An errant finger is discovered with a distinct scar designating it as having belonged to the third nun – the one who was presumably still alive. Upon investigation and consideration, Claire theorizes that the Sister was likely still alive when the thumb was removed. Ariadna added that it was obviously a clear and clean cut. Vincent requested that he be allowed to carry the finger, and no one understood why despite his attempts to explain. (#vincent)
Zara began to squawk at the closet, pointing out that on the top of the ceiling is an indicator for a location in Ashar, 60 miles south of Dalein. Ariadna tried to get some information from Darg's wife, but she was about as useful as the rest of Plainston. Upon further interrogation of the bartender, Alra was told that there often appeared an eerie green glow from the Captain's personal home in Plainston. The last figurative lightbulb finally turned on, and it was agreed that in the morning, more investigation would begin.
Dani nodded, but did not verbally agree. Alra saw the gesture and grew suspicious, deciding to spend some of her time resting blocking Dani's doorway. She wasn't going to let them go off and do something stupid. The sound of a spell being cast reminded Alra of a variety of magics that could be used to leave the room without using the door at all. "Fuck."
Dani went out into the night, alone. It felt natural again. Like a spider, they moved away from the tower, avoided the attention of everyone, and successfully threaded the needle to the home of Captain Zoma. Once there, they discovered little of interest, apart from a room utterly dedicated to the Rotting Legion, communicating with them, and Zoma clearly doing so. They'd never set out to be an assassin – they'd never set out to shed blood on purpose – but the man before her was every bit the monster his masters were. A brief scuffle, strangle, silence, stab; the man was dead. In his closet were undead. In a fleeting moment of thought, Dani shoved the body towards the corpses to be consumed. They watched. When Dani returns, they refuse to fight with Alra, instead forcing the woman from invading their bedchambers.
The morning made clear what had happened, but investigations were largely fruitless. Plainstone was a shithole that intended to remain a shithole. On departure, a militia member attempted to stop them, but a few threatening words made the man step aside. Nobody in or out? Nobody in in the first place, as far as the Lenai were concerned.
Various rude gestures – oral, somatic, material – were cast towards Plainston upon the Lenai's departure, save for Dani, who sat quietly, mulling over the nature of what they'd done.