Things started off badly, this one morning in the Ljubisav Wing, where all of the residents of this particular portion of Sir Horatio's Habitat found themselves to have been robbed. But this thief in the night didn't dig through their coffers, looking for a bit of jink; this particular rogue made off with a fist-full of keys.
Sir Horatio has made it a point to help as many residents of his humble hostel as he can; in the case of many, he's able to identify, at the very least, the portal key that each individual may have been carrying that got them swept off to Sigil in the first place. The only thing that remains, after discovering the keys is finding the right door.
Fearing themselves effectively stranded in the 'Cage, the residents of the Ljubisav wing flew into a collective panic. Blame was thrown, as was most of the furniture, looking for these priceless little tokens.
A calm few occupants of this particular wing seemed to opt for the plotting and planning route of recovering their lost keys (others still, continued with their own plan, which may well have been dubbed the "Tear Open Everything, It's Bound to Be Here Somewhere Initiative"). Amongst these plotting minds this one morning were a motley of minds from different worlds.
Commander Krevash, a dragonborn warlord from a war-torn world seemed to be the first to want to draw up a plan of attack, for the lack of a better term, and following soon behind him in the idea was Durgin Rexhammer, a dwarven devotee of a god he called Bahamut. A young, shadar-kai wizard by the name of Lydia reluctantly approached the table with the forming party, while Katerina Walewska and one who, at least for that particular moment, would call himself Leahcim the Pious approached the table for reasons that are their own.
Plans were made, then dismissed; yet more plans were made, mulled over, and dismissed once again. Finally, someone got the bright idea to see if anyone outside of the Ljubisav wing was 'hit' the night before.
Their hopes that it was at least not an isolated incident were dashed, unfortunately, as when they ventured to the Madnick wing, they quickly discovered that all of their own keys were still quite secure. A diminutive gnome named Inalo was even so bold as to show the distressed group his own key, still lashed to a bit of leather.
The investigation continued into the reception area of Sir Horatio's Habitat, where Qua'turi (an androgynous beauty) took in their reports of stolen portal keys, and quickly whisked away to find Sir Horatio himself.
Well, quickly may be an improper term. Nearly an hour went by as the party sat, twiddling thumbs and whistling off-tune, until the habitat's namesake appeared. They quickly assaulted him with a number of questions. When the fray of inquiries was over, a concerned Horatio did his best to answer. No, he had not heard of anyone else's keys being stolen. No, I don't know for certain what all of the residents were last evening. Yes, some under the house's employ did leave recently. No, they did not give any reason.
Eager to get more information, they pried a few names from Horatio; Reuel, a bartend, Dinek, a maid, and "Tony" a handyman had all recently tendered resignations. Sir Horatio promised to investigate if they were hiding out anywhere within Sigil itself, and gave the group permission to search any of the previously occupied rooms of those employees. Thanking Sir Horatio, the group went back to their own wing, and prepared to ask some serious questions…
Of course, "preparing to ask serious questions" is another way of saying "arming yourself to the teeth", if you're familiar with today's slang. This little group was expecting no little amount of trouble when they went galavanting around the habitat; and, as is often the case with would-be adventurers, that particular expectation was met.
Katerina and Leahcim worked their particularly glib tongues around the house itself, trying to dig up any dirt on the recently unemployed. And while they found that Dinek was simply too tired to clean up after the lost from a thousand different worlds, and "Tony" simply found what he said was "a better gig", Reuel gave no reason, and, apparently packed up and went the night before. Suspicious, for obvious reasons, they asked where to find his room – and the party was quickly pointed towards the Factotum wing, where the employees under Sir Horatio are given rooms.
Katerina, Durgin, Krevash, Lydia and Leahcim (changing his guise to avoid any trouble, should things go badly) made their way over to the Facotum wing, and without an iota of subtlety or grace. There was no time for that. However, there was time, it seemed, for a brief bit of violence with the help. When the party approached the mess, hoping to pass through to Reuel's room, they were verbally accosted by an assortment of small figures. Goblins, previously trying to enjoy a meal, turned their stinking eyes towards the party, as a particularly vocal gnome demanded to know what their business was.
At first, they lied, badly. After failing that, they simply came out with it – they were looking for Reuel. At the mention of the name, the figures in the Factotum mess fell silent for a moment, then quickly began whispering amongst themselves. Their tiny voices did not carry far, and most of the party was unable to make out the details of their secret conversation.
Lydia, however, listens when others talk. She heard the whipsered words, and, apparently didn't like what she heard, as she launched a bolt of energy from her wand, hurtling one of the goblins out of his chair and onto what was, one can only assume, his dinner.