Lower Ward: Jaerd's

[Jaerd]

On one of the smaller streets a building stands. Like the rest it's covered in grime and the plaque bearing the name

Jaerd. You seek, I find. Fee negotiable

is hardly readable. Not that it needs to be, Jaerd's name is known to those who have need of his services.
Opening the door leads into a small hallway, which ends in a small office/waiting room/ante-chamber. There's a desk with a young Elf seated behind it.

Welcome to Jaerd's, the best private detective this side of the Multiverse.Please state the natiure of your visit and how we can be of service.

[Jaerd]

-In the office behind the antechamber something shimmers, and a small figure steps through. It's a small Halfling woman dressed in green and browns, a large bandana tied around her head to keep her unruly brown hair out of her face. She stretches and lets out a long loud curse in Halfling. The door opens and the Elf looks in.-

[Elven]Things not go well, I see?

[Elven]Case went well enough. Bloody Malphi.

[Elven]Ah. Want anything?

[Elven]Get us a beer, thanks Lashu.

-Lashu smiles and closes the door behnd her. The woman stretches and flickers. In the blink of an eye a man stands in her place. He's tall, dressed in black, still with a bandana tied over his head. He sits down in his chair and looks at the wall, smiling as Lashu comes back in with his beer.-

[Elven]Thanks, I needed that.

-Jaerd stares at the wall again and she leaves, knowing he'll talk to her when he's done thinking.-