Kaspar
The half-orc rogue realizes that the scowling man with the tools is wearing a symbol of Onatar, a diety of the Sovreign Host associated with the forge.
The constable raises an eyebrow. "What's it to me is an uncaught serial killer, a mish-mash of backed-drains that may lead to serious disease, a bunch of gutless politicians who've let the drains fall into disrepair, and -" his eyes shoot sideways to Edward Rendell. "- a smooth-talking cheapskate who caused this whole mess!"
"Me?" says Fast Eddie. "Twas my partner Kegga's foolish choices that did this officer, not I. I am trying to fix the problem."
"Don't speak ill of Kegga!" booms the scowling man. "You used him, Edward, like you use everyone."
"Ahem, this is Scowlen D'Anvil, a magewright and an adept of Onatar," Fast Eddie says to Kaspar. "He has a bit of a stake in the outcome of this tangled knot, as do we all. This gentleman is Sargeant Einian, officer of the watch. And I am Master Edward Rendell, Esquire." Fast Eddie grins at you, all previous traces of hostility gone. "So you want to help, do you? There's a fair bit of a reward, and it involves a place where your orc-bred eyes will come in most handy." He gestures to the open manhole.
Constable Einian holds up a hand before Kaspar can answer. "There are a dozen men who've come down there and haven't come out you should know," he warns. "And there's dozens beyond them who've regretted having anything to do with Fast Eddie here."
"I know your captain, Einian," Fast Eddie hisses from behind a tight smile.
"But some of the workers may still be alive," Scowlen pleads. "Forget Edward, what about them and their families, man?"
Castille
(Ahem, I
did send you an email on the political structure of the town, on January the 2nd.)
Castille's Diplomacy check is successful. The woman tells you about the ever-shifting Council of Electors, and their constant ineptitude and graft. During the Last War they were sidelined, but for the last two years they have been more of an impact on the city, and their graft has led to neglect and worse.
The city's drainage and sewers have long needed repair, as have many other parts of the city, especially after a particularly bitter seige by the forces of Thrane some 30 years ago. After the Treaty of Thronehold was signed, the council began to hire out contractors to make the repairs. Through charm and fast talking, and some whsiper bribery and blackmail, Edward Rendell, aka Fast Eddie as his detractors call him, garnered many contracts. More than he could perform really, even if he wasn't cutting corners on safety and materials. Workmen were injured, and Fast Eddie's profits dwindled as he bought judges and witnesses and made evidence disappear. Not that anyone ahs any solid proof of this of course.
The owman brings you to their leader, the shifter woman known as Ganaga. Ganaga is pleased to meet you, if under trying circumstances. Her husband is Kegga the shifter. Lathleer is a fairly racist town, and Kegga had a hard time finding work. He finally met an investment banker named Edward Rendell, and he did not know of Fast Eddie's reputation. Ganaga tells her sad tale as the women gather in a circle and throw in commentary. The constables seemed relieved that the riot has calmed down.
Ganaga tells you of how Fast Eddie formed a dummy corporation with Kegga at the head, and how the council, who had been too embarassed by previous failures and scandals to give Fast Eddie any more work, suddenly started giving Kegga the risky and profitable sewer projects. Kegga and his men began performing the work, only to find out that Fast Eddie's maps were no good, the quipment was substandard, and they weren't getting paid as fast as they were supposed to. To make matters worse a serial killer had begun to operate out of the sewers and some of the men began to disappear. Tales of monsters in the sewers, odd happenings, and terrible diseases in the filth also began to abound. Ganaga begged Kegga to dissolve his partnership with Fast Eddie, but Kegga felt honor-bound to continue.
Last night some men had not returned from shift. Kegga led other men down there to find them. They have not come back since. The council will not allow constables down there without permission from the Duke, who cannot be reached now as he is in the capital. That leaves hired mercenaries or adventurers, and no one has come to answer Fast Eddie's request. No one trusts him to pay the reward money, and too many people hope that the men will in fact die so that Fast Eddie will be disgraced.
One of the half-elven women leans in towards Castille. "Please help us
Khorvar," she says, using the term for half-elves in Khorvaire. (Details
here) "Even if Fast Eddie will not pay in the end, and even though we ahve only a pittance for you, help us for the sake of justice." All of the women lean in and make big eyes at Castille.