Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26103034-20150619152554/@comment-5518614-20150703224950

(uh...sure, the inn is always a good place to search for clues...maybe?)

Clay stood in shock. Three of the four crates were gone. The ropes that had bound them lay in a heap on the ground. Clay walked over to them and picked them up. They had been untied, not cut, and wound into a crude coil, possibly to make it as normal looking as possible. Clay ran around the hold, searching up and down. Maybe some had just moved them, maybe the boss came and got them..Clay became more and more desperate until he realised they were nowhere to be found.

Clay entered the inn, aiming to clear his head. He hadn't told anyone about the missing crates, just walked as calmly as he could back onto the shore, with the storm still raging. He stood for a moment in the warmth of the fire, water dripping from between his scales. He sat down, and waited for someone to attend him.