Scoundrels of Xoth: the Dream Thieves

Food is not apparent behind the bar, or in the adjoining kitchen, where everything is neatly put away. It looks like recently (there's barely a bit of dust) the cooks cleaned up and packed up and left.

Checking cabinets, Hanford finds sausages, smoked ham, and a couple of quail (still feathered) hung to cure. There's another cabinet with root vegetables. In a third cabinet, greens are wilted not yet rotten.

The dog followed Hanford into the kitchen and sits eyeing the sausage cabinet, thumping its tail insistently.

In the common room, Aktar Besh calls out, "Eloras! What's up there?"

Upstairs, Eloras finds two rooms vacant and the other five with sleepers like the first. He returns to the first room and pauses uncertainly at the foot of the bed. What now?

The dog snatches the sausage from the air and becomes a woman, taking the sausage from her teeth with a wrinkled hand. "The city dreams," she says. "Go you to the tower of spiders and free the sleepers from the thieves of dreams." Then she's a dog again, snatching up the sausage and sprinting out of the kitchen like an ordinary thief of food.

(all that speech was correctly Taraamite)

Aktar Besh steps out of the way of the dog sprinting out the open door. "The mutt seems unharmed by local food," he comments as Eloras descends the stairs and Noxmorte almost collides with Hanford at the kitchen door.

@jomsviking Borz is busy with something that keeps him from trying to stop the dog. What is that?

@mathias0077, @esidrix, @dominic : what do you do?

Aktar Besh looks concerned. "If all the city is asleep, who will trade us spices for our rugs?" He jerks his thumb toward the stables, where he left the laden mules.