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Scratching his rusted-copper scales, the kobold known as Morenth busied himself with doing his best to wake up some more. This was a rather nice life, with people not trying to cut or stab him all the time. Who'd thought one of his origin could be in such a position?

Frowning as he picked up his coin pouch, he was rather glad the note had shown up. Much longer and he'd had to resort to using less than lawful methods just to stay fed. Oh well, not much time to think on it. Heading out, he'd head down to the tavern to get a bit of cheese and some coffee. After his normal late nights, he had to have something to help him wake up.

As the morning wore on, Seraphina tossed and turned in her bed. Her movements became more frantic as whimpers and growls escaped from her mouth. Suddenly, when a loud bang echoed in from Acorn's room across the way, she lept from her bed with a loud rrrrip!.

Hissing viciously, Seraphina now stood in her room with fangs bared and claws at the ready, However, she found her only opponent to be a small note on the floor. She looked down at her bed sheet, which now bore a fresh tear. The several others stitched closed on the blanket made it clear that this was not an unusual occurrence.

Seraphina let out a sigh and picked up the note from the floor. It was written in Common, so it took her a moment to read it but the message was simple enough. What's more, it meant she could sleep in 'til noon and, with the late night of hunting she'd had, she could use it. She'd gorged last night on her prey so she wasn't hungry yet, and the money she'd got from the pelt had made a nice jingle in her pocket. With a yawn Seraphina crawled back into bed, vowing to mend her sheet later.

Old Tom sat patiently behind his desk, reading a book titled 'Innocent Blood' and sipping a cup of warm tea. He would look up only to acknowledge Duren as he entered, with a smile and a nod. And a chuckle, when Acorn entered. With his free hand, he would gesture to the open door that would lead to his kitchen, where she would find a whole table of grilled fish, fried cornbread balls, jam, bread rolls, and butter pie. Along with a stack of various citrus fruits with a small cask of apple wine and another of mead, finally a tea kettle on the wood stove. "The plates are in the cabinet closest to the door. Help yourself; same to you Duren, if that is your wish. We will start when the others arrive"

After sleeping away the entire morning, Seraphina groggily enters Tom's office. She lets out a low, long yawn, baring her fangs. After wiping her eyes she looks around to see most of the other newbloods had been summoned as well, which meant this must be more than a simple courier job.

Due to her secretive nature, she knew very little about the others, other than that the dog-like one was quite loud. At least so far they had asked few questions about her appearance and even fewer about her past. The fact that they got to see her not completely covered was a rare treat only afforded to those under Tom's employment. Right now she was wearing very little, despite the cold weather. However, if she had known there were going to be so many people here, she might had donned her covering cloak. Well, it was too late now.

Seraphina made her way to the kitchen and came out with a rather large plate of food, stacked more heavily with fish than any other foodstuff. She would sit in a corner and begin to chow down on her first meal of the day. Her tail occasionally would swish back and forth, the only sign of her enjoying her meal. She would pause only momentarily to ask in heavily accented Common, "What's the job?"

Duren had to stifle a chuckle at the beast girl's reaction to seeing him and to the meal not being a feast all for her. The more mysterious of the women showed up as well, and the dwarf got to witness one of the few rare times she could be clearly seen. Duren did have to admit that she was certainly pleasing on the eyes, but the beast girl was....slightly more to his tastes. He finally got to his feet and headed in to the kitchen to get himself a plate of food, taking a little bit of each thing but making sure the plate was not overloaded. With plate in hand, he rejoined the conversation that was waiting.

Well, this was interesting. From a professional standpoint, he was insulted that they thought any thief worth his salt would do such a thing. Also, it would have likely been a more varied operation than just a party of goblins. Of course he wouldn't outright speak of such things.

Shifting, he'd speak with a soft voice. "Are there any cave systems nearby that are known? It sounds more like a group of goblins may have been expanding their living quarters. Or there is some that now live in the sewers. Either way, whatever tunnel they may have dug to the hole would be rather cramped for many. I suggest that I take some time to see what I can find before those less suited for such a task move through. If you have anything that doesn't need a wide swing to use, that would also be wise to bring. Or something small, like a dagger."

By the end of the recap, Acorn would be sitting in a chair facing the back, one arm resting on the top. She had a skewer with a grilled fish in her other, and chewed on it thoughtfully.

At the request for questions, she would raise her hand sharply into the air.

"Do we know for certain that they're goblins? Not kobolds in disguise? I hear kobolds can be pretty sneaky. Digging into catacooms sounds like something kobolds would do."

Turning to Morenth, she would then grin ear to ear at him mischievously.