He shrugged as Abby walked by, only speaking after she had left. "Well, seems like you were half right. In the business, but on good terms with the bosses," He walks up to Marcus taking a seat at his table. "Got something that may interest you and help us," He waits for Mirella to show him the letter now in her posession.

She extends it, but adds, "Marcus, do you where she lives? I need to talk with her."

Marcus reads the letter and then looks over at colt and says "Colt, i have something else that you need to attend to. You two He indicates Norston and Mirella can carry on without him. "

Marcus goes back to reading the letter "So,it looks like some one is buying up or attempting to buy up the red light district or at least bits of it. i figure the Lilly was burned down as a warning to us. Why do you need to know where Abby lives? With this letter it becomes a matter of who has the coin to invest? The initials S. N. M don't give us much, but it's better than nothing.

Norston just shrugged as the reason why they needed to find Abby came up. He didn't know why the human, Mirella, still wanted her. Could be she still suspected something in the pawn shop angel, or something more private. Who knew? Not him, that was for sure.

On the rest he said, "And a matter where the funding is coming from when we come up with a who. Though I am thinking, any chance a former worker at the Gilded Club seen someone who'd fit? Only one skeleton in the ashes, and I doubt just one person worked there,"

Marcus nodded "Saria is down stairs having a drink, she may know something. She was originally handed a letter five days before the Lilly was burned down. The letter basically offered a price for the building. We, the guild, didn't think much of it. Turns out that was the wrong move. Which is why Saria didn't tell me till now. She didn't want to be blamed and word from the boss is that she isn't be blamed or harmed for her action. "

"Uh, never mind about Abby, then," Mirella says, shaking her head, "Just a little confused I suppose...Saria, yes, we can talk to her...One more thing, Marcus, we all know the law as it pertains to magic use. What's your stance on it, Marcus? Does its use here offend you? I ask only to know what tools I may use in gathering information.

"Don't embarrass the guild and don't get caught if you break the law." Marcus answers looking at Mirella

Norston nodded, "Agreed, plus we can worry about permits later," He adjusted his pack with his stowed away shield and warhammer. "Before we take off for our chat with Saria," he said in his usual gruff tone, not a hint of sarcasm in what he was saying, "you think she'd want proof of us working with the guild? Burning down businesses ain't the work of friendly folk,"

"Nah, she'll be fine with you lot asking questions. Word has spread around that we have our own looking into this mess."

Mirella looks around for someone pretty and female...not counting the visage in the mirror.

The dwarf following Mirella asked, "You see her up there I take it?" If she did it sure beat his idea of asking asking a random stranger and getting into a bar brawl with some unexplained jealous type.

And it wasn't that he'd not enjoy obliging them.

Mirella strolls up, waiting for a natural break in the conversation. Saria, I assume? My name is Mirella. Let me be the first to apologize for your loss.

She looks over at you with her green eyes and says " No big deal, i'll make the up the coin loss soon enough. What can I help you with? A smirk forms on her lips as her eyes look Mirella up and down

Norston hides a smile behind his hand. "If only that was the reason we were here," he says with a wink and an elbow nudge into Mirella's thigh. The dwarf at least thought he knew the reason Saria was looking her over like that. "But we're hoping you might remember something about a letter delivered to you. A business letter initialed S. N. M.?"

She grins catching the wink and takes a long drink of her mug and says "Well i was in the front counter taking money and telling folks where to go. This messenger comes in. He was about 5'6 i think brown hair had goggles on so i couldn't see his eyes. Nice ass on the way out..shame he didn't want sample anything...anyway he handed over the letter and then left. ."

"I don't pay attention to the rears of men that way," Norston said his cheeks reddening despite his effort not to show it.

An averaged sized man with brown hair and no noticeable features, this is was not going to be easy. He scratched at his stubble before thinking an angle to go at it with. "You wouldn't happened to have noticed any features of them goggles?"

"Nope I didn't. Now that I think about it he might have been full or half elf with part of his ear cut off..." She licks her lips as she recalling the detail