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Anton looks at Brother Joseph in confusion and then fear. Magic. The assassin is near.
He summons nightshades into his cloak, and beckons for brother Joseph to follow the group up stairs to find Aimery's room

"I guess with no noise around, kicking a door in might not make a sound either" He thinks to himself, being somewhat unwilling to wait in case the assassin was killing right now but still being somewhat prudent he runs to the window and hand signals Andreas to circle round back. Heldric then runs back and summons his strength and lands as hard a blow as possible right beside the lock in the hopes of breaking the lock, and the door, open.

Searching around he offers it to Emend "Erm, want in in  phone or... like dis ok?" he looks half appooogetically as he talks "Kinda don't want open more petals right now"

Ignoring the smell of blood, Steeple makes his way behind the tavern counter where he finds the entrance to the wine cellar. Pulling the hatch open, the smell of wine and unwashed flesh drifts up from the cellar. Descending a few steps down, his eyes manage to piece out a number of unconscious humans - the tavern owner and his staff.

***

Other than the dead bodies, Heldric finds no clues as to the assassin's presence.

While he does not know which specific room Aimery was guarding, as the guards were unable to draw their weapons and were likely near Aimery's room he tries the doors to the rooms around their bodies. The third one he tries is locked.

Oh yeah... OK, will fix.

That's what I thought, need dots in relevant arcana to move stuff through... If not then my possibilities are endless

He can’t without matter dots no?

There was nothing out of the ordinary about the scene, so Beats had the idea to simply reach through the scying window with apportation to retreve the phone.

He had to be getting tired, having been so worried about paradox that he had been fixating on portals, when a simple apprentice level spell was all he needed.

Unfortunately, his ghostly hand couldn't grasp the material object on the other side - for that he would have to learn matter.

Instead, he used forces, to extract all the data contained in the phone into a small ball of light, which he then brought through.

Maybe Emend could do something with that?

'Hmm... Smells distractiony up there,' Steeple thinks suspiciously. 'They want to draw us up there.'

Self satisfied in his master sluethery, Steeple flashes the others with a few random tactical hand signals, roughly translating to "fist - pointing - jazz hands - double fist" and then begins searching for a way into lower levels.