Zau Gwai pauses and gives Alois a more thorough inspection. "Dancer huh? Strong guy like you? Seems a waste." He shakes his head a little and chuckles before leaning in and whispering. "We're looking for a girl named Hua. Worked here apparently. You know her?"

"Her mate - little human called Ping. Said she had gone missing." Zau Gwai scratches his chin and then shrugs. "About all we know. Wasn't sure she even existed."

"Damn Zau, you're killing my moment here!" Lendir stops for a moment, pondering what to say next. "But I guess you're right. Look Hong, you don't have to worry. Those are my partners and friends. We're searching for a girl named Hua. She used to live and perform here, but went missing. Her boyfriend thinks she might be in danger and asked for our help. Do you know anything about her?"

Lendir looks worried as Hong tells what she knows. "I think we should check Hua's belongings for clues. What do you say, guys? Maybe Zau can get her scent. That's how it works, right?" The half-elf asks his friends, only half joking. "I'm sure Alois can get us there." He finally looks at the half-orc, inquisitive.

Lendir barely manage to stammer "thank you" when Hong gave him the key. Before she leaves with Alois, though, he gathers courage and turns to her. "Hong, take care of yourself." He pauses for a moment, hesitating. "I miss you..." He finishes, hoping that the girl stops. As the duo exits the room, the half-elf holds the key in a closed fist, waiting for a response from his friends.

Soon shakes her head at Lendir. We've got a job to do, so, keep your head, yes? We can hope that her stuff is untouched, but what's the likelihood that there will be a clue. She starts to look a bit sullen. Well, we're here anyway, we might as well start looking.

When the adventurers walk down the hall, they quickly come upon a door with a butterfly made with paint, pressed gold foil, and dried flower petals. The patterns of the butterfly's wings emerge as stylized characters for "butterfly", 蝴蝶.

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"That nose of yours able to do much in here Zau Gwai? Or too many people and too many chemicals?" The tiefling asks as they approach the door with the butterfly print on it. He checks both ways down the hall to see if there were still many people about and waits on Lendir to use the key.

Soon moves over to the clothes and starts checking them, paying careful attention to the pockets.

"Ha! Only one way to find out! Err they mention which stuff is Hau's? Certainly would speed things along. Bottom left bunk right?" Humming loudly as he sets about his task Zau Gwai makes his way to the bunk. Moving over to the bed he carefully lifts and inspects the sheets, lifting them and running the fabric between his hands, slowly inspecting the edges and sniffing at them as he them. He follow this by gripping the edges of mattress, running his hands again across the edges and inspecting the stitching, before finally pressing an ear to it and shaking the thing gently.

Apparently still not satisfied he removes the mattress entirely and inspects the wood of the bed, tapping his claws across its length as he moves before dropping to all fours and forcing as much of his head under the bed as he can and setting about testing the gain of the floor boards.

Lendir stores the key in his pocket and stays at the room entrance, looking for anything suspicious outside of it. Better let the professional do his work. he thinks, while standing guard.

The annoyance at banging his head for the third time today quickly washes away as Zau Gwai finds what he was looking for. A wide grin sets across his toothy maw and, for just a second, his thoughts drift back to his early days in the city and he wonders just how easily it would be to conceal his prize within his coat. Shaking away the memories (and banging his head yet again) he withdraws from beneath the bed and turns to face the others - in his hands rests a beautifully decorated gold and jade lock box.

"As I thought. You live with three others you need somewhere to keep your secret things. Not what I would have done - the box attracts too much attention - but a good lock can keep away many a finger." He chuckles to himself as he fishes around in his coat pockets and produces a fist full of bent wires and thin metal rods. "Of course few fingers are as good as mine." His chuckles bloom into full laughter as he lowers himself onto the edge of the bed, rests the box on his knees and sets about attempting to spring the lock.