[CLOSED] For the world's more full of weeping,

[faithlikeaseed]

WHO: Sina, Kit, Myr; later: Yngvi, Herian, Kaisa, Nari
WHAT: Something's not right about a warehouse down by the docks...
WHEN: Mid-Kingsway, while the rest of the Inquisition's off playing Hello Kitty Island Adventure
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Warnings for child abuse and abandonment, implied violent death.

There's a warehouse down near the Kirkwall docks with a mystery crouched inside it.

Myr had smelled it first on passing by the place: Decomposing meat, spilled bowels, rotting corpse. Something wrong, even in the bad parts of Kirkwall; something that demands investigation.

He'd left a glyph nearby to remind him of the place, returned the following evening to hunt around for the source of the smell. It wasn't so hard to isolate it to the one particular warehouse, not with the mephitic funk of recent death oozing from the back windows. Lingering long enough to place another marker, he caught the faintest high-pitched wail--and had to flee back to the road to evade the warehouse's inattentive guardian before he could make certain of what he'd heard.

Quiet inquiries made of passers-by didn't serve to unravel the mystery. Not many of them were inclined to speak to an elf--but the scraps he could garner were food for suspicion. It was empty; someone's cousin-or-other had heard it was up for sale; the single guard's posted to keep away squatters; no one knows or cares what had been stored there before.

A tidy story. A dull story. A story that doesn't explain the stench or the sound. Someone needs to dig further into it; how convenient that someone's here to dig.

It isn't the first time Myr's acted on mad impulse since coming to Kirkwall; it is the first time he's hesitated long enough to question if it's safe for him to do this alone. Elves are disappearing from the city and none of the authorities care. What's one more killed for nosing around somewhere he doesn't belong, even if--especially if--he's a mage? It wouldn't be hard to walk away from this. No matter the itching sense of urgency in the back of his head, he could walk back to the docks and hand this over to the Inquisition guard there. It would be the safe option.

The wind shifts, bringing with it the scent of rot. You don't have that kind of time. He clasps the sending crystal at his neck, awakening the enchantment and thinking of Kit and Sina.

"Have you two got time to come to the docks? I've turned up something down here I don't like." His description of his find is quick and to the point and doesn't neglect that heart-chilling, half-imagined cry.

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[dashing]

Herian doesn't speak much, just listens - she nods at the suggestion regarding the little keg, offers a faint smile that is all the fainter for the circumstances and her being Herian, but perhaps it still offers some encouragement and approval for the proposed idea, and tosses a pelt over her shoulder. Who knows the state of the children, exactly, but it might help.

Kaisa raises an excellent point.
"Wise words, Warden." It does seem suspicious, but all told, Herian is a better fighter than tactician.

"Have there been any traps? We must move the children out with all haste," she doubts there's anyone here who'd disagree, "but if there are any clues for the Inquisition, perhaps one or two of us might linger after to find what we can."

[nadasharillen]

With little fanfare, Nari acknowledged Kit's direction and strode inside to find Sina. Upon seeing the young First crouched on the ground, and with the whiff of death curling in her nostrils, her face cascades through a fierce protectiveness, relief at Sina's apparent safety, horror and rage as she identifies the pitiful bundle in Sina's arms, and finally shutters to a cold stone.

Which immediately cycles back to fierce protection as she sees the rest of the children.

"I brought a blanket," she says, crouching down next to Sina, "And some cheese and bread, but that's going to be far too much for them right now. Do you want me to stay and help you move them, or to run ahead to the healers and have them warm up some honeyed milk and broth?

"Oh, and--" she reaches into a pouch and produces a waxed cloth, unwrapping it to reveal a bar of oats, nuts, and dried fruit pressed together with honey. "--since you like overextending yourself," she says with a quick thin smile.

skipping ahead a bit

[ragweed]

The work of removing the children from the cage and placing them in the chariot is gentle work; it's no less heartbreaking to see them in the state that they are in, but putting furs and blankets around them to keep them warm feels like it does something, however fleeting, to soothe the wounds that this is nevertheless inflicting on the rescuers as a group.

That still leaves the task of dealing with the guard and... seeing... to the remains of the slave, who still lays covered by a blanket inside the warehouse.

"Should we split up?" he suggests to the gathered group, looking from face to face. "Some of us focus on getting these kids somewhere safe--to the Gallows for now, I think, just temporarily. Until--" He's about to say, until their parents can be found, then thinks better of it.

[faithlikeaseed]

"That might be best--Maker knows there's room enough to shelter them in the Gallows." Devoid of its usual undertone of cheer, Myr's voice is clinical and quiet. If he simply bundles up all the horror, all the outrage, for later... "And it's less conspicuous if we're not all together." Not that he knows much from experience--but he can infer that even in Lowtown, a group such as theirs might strike people as strange. Memorable.

And whoever did this is bound to come asking around, once it comes clear the warehouse has been raided. Thinking of which-- "Herian," he tips his face toward where he last marked the other mage standing, "I've a thought for the body I'd like your help with."

[eolasemah]

Sina doesn't leave the cage until each of the children has been taken, then crawls out after to slump against Nari, weighed down by the sheer awfulness of it. She takes the bar, but can't bring herself to eat when that smell is still everywhere.
It's not until they're in the chariot that she nibbles at it, noting with desolation that, although she'd be happy to share, it's doubtful the children are even able to eat solid foods yet.
"We'll keep them safe," she whispers to Kit, her expression downcast. "I'll contact Saoirse about finding their families." She knows the alienage well.

[inagutterson]

Busying himself with making sure the keg isn't going to tip any of the small bodies out of it, a slow push to see how any of them react with one hand steadying the back of the littlest one when they startle, he knows he'll need someone to pull. If he's feeling guilty maybe the awfulness of it all hides it. That he feels like he's missed something. Missing elves. Children in cages. All of it involving the docks. He feels sick. Still, he tries smiling because kids pick up on stuff. He remembers things hazily from when he was little that he probably shouldn't.

Things not so far from this in flavour.

"Can someone pull the front end of this and I can push at the back, it's the only way we'll keep it steady. I've got an empty room at the Gallows for them to bed for now at least, I don't use it for more than the odd night," he offers as he straightens up again, still with a hand outstretched to the children. I'm not going anywhere, he hopes they get that.

[unbrokenoath]

Kaisa helps, though it's not as though they need her strength. They're so damn small, too small, too skinny, too light. But she helps anyway, and offers the children the little bit of candy she'd managed to grab in her rush to leave--mostly just bits of string dipped in various flavors, easy enough for even weak things like they are to chew on, she figures. Maybe it'll help. Maybe she's just trying to ease herself.

The two tasks are put on the table, and Kaisa's first instinct is to offer to help take care of the body. The others here have already seen too much of it, and she'd rather have to deal with it, than make them spend any more time around it. But then she looks at Yngvi's keg, and glances around at the others around her. The keg is lighter than it should be, but that doesn't mean it's light.

"I can help pull it," She offers. She's pretty sure that's the right decision, to help do something that'll be easier for her than the others.

[dashing]

She's operated much of the time in silence - fairly typical, really, though if it's possible for silence to somehow be amplified then that's the sort of silence that Herian is in. It is easier to allow others to discuss the tactics in this matter; she is still learning Kirkwall's ins and outs, and they are far better qualified to judge what course of action would be best taken, in this.

At Myr's request she pauses, almost does little else beside nodding, before she realises the error. "Of course, Myrobalan. I will do whatever I can."

[nadasharillen]

Seeing Sina's looks between the bar and the children, and Kaisa's willingness to pull the cart - which is a strength she's willing to trust, given that Kaisa's the kind of person who'd show up here, and for elves - Nari makes her choice.

"I'll go on ahead then. By the time you get back I'll have some milk with a touch of honey warmed up for them." She looks over at Yngvi, who'd volunteered his rooms. "Where should I meet you?"