"Hmm? Oh, yah mean across tha rood?" The ferret reached for the doorknob (he had to stand on his toes). "That thar is Art's house. Sorreh...was, Art's house. Nooh one lives thar now..

Once he got the door open the ferret walked inside.
The inside of the house resembled that of a log cabin. Log walls, wooden plank floors. Against one wall was a fireplace, which was currently turned off. A lamp that shined a pale blue light was by the window. The sole source of light in the room. In one of the back corners was a large oak desk. The legs were smaller than normal (probably to accommodate the smaller than normal animal that was using it). Papers were messily stacked into piles atop it. A quill and inkwell was placed perilously close to the edge, threatening to spill on some folders strewn on the floor. A door behind the desk went into another room, it was closed. In the other corner was a simple jail cell. A cell made of parallel iron bars. Inside was a small and poorly made bed. And on that poorly made bed was a young raccoon. His fur was gray with black rings around his tail. Snoring away.

Perception=11+3=14 Minimal Success
But... But this time... Was that... lemon juice he smells? Coming from the inkwell?

The feline trotted over so she was walking in step with them.
"I talked to Remus in the bar. He said there was in the inn down the road we could stay at... if we have the money to pay them."

The ferret huffed out of his nose and stomped over to the cell. "For Canis sake..."
he stopped in front of the door.
"Donneh!" His voice boomed.
"Ack!" The raccoon woke with a start, jerking up into a sitting position.
"****, sorry boss. I didn't mean to fall asleep."
"And maybeh I'd believe yah if yeh didn't say tha same thin ta me yestarday. Now get back tah work!"
"Yes sir." The raccoon replied hastily. He bustled out of the cell and past Scratch and Rom, bumping into Scratch as he passed her.
"Sorry..." He mumbled and disappeared into the back room.
Rom shook his head. 'Sometimes ah think he's too much trouble tah have around..."

“I don’t know...” Claire answers. She looked at Flynn with a glint of amusement in her eyes.
“I hear the floor gets pretty cold alone, maybe I’ll join Scraps down there.” She teased. But she brushed her tail lightly against Flynn’s arm.

From what Scratch could see the raccoon didn’t put anything in her pocket. But it did feel an awful lot roomier without her wallet there, taking up all the space
- Lost wallet
The ferret shrugged. “Don’t know. Nevar asked. But he’s stuck here with meh for tha time bein. Help me keep an eye on tha town… As long as ah keep an eye on him…”
“Donneh! Git tha lost n found box will yeh!?”
“I hear ya boss!”
Some rustling could be heard in the backroom and minute later the raccoon pushed the door open, dragging a wooden chest behind him.

Claire laughed lightly. "Well either way, the more cash in your pocket, the easier it is to get around. And hopefully get back"
She shifted the bag on her back.
"And speaking of getting back... how do you guys think we should... do that?"

Donny rolled his eyes. "Its Don, or Donny. Old man just can't pron- ouch!" The raccoon was cut short with a swift kick to the shin.
"Like ah said. As long ah keep an eye on em." The raccoon gave a strained grin as he hobbled on one foot.
"Aw, boss, you know I've turned a new leaf."
Rom snorted out his nose. "Just give tha lass back her stuff."
Don's grin now turned to Scratch.
"I don't know what your talking about. You could have dropped whatever it was long ago." He shrugged his shoulders dramatically.
"Maybe someone found it." He nodded towards the lost and found box (chest).

"Maybe, but I'm not convinced we can trust those dreams. For all we know they're from whatever put us here in the first place."

Luck: 16+0 = 16 = Expected Result

Strength - 18+1=19 Expected Result

Claire was visibly trying not to smile as she listened to the other two chat.
"Okay, I'm sorry." She barges in. "But are you guys actually proposing that you want to... ask your...dreams what to do next?" In a 'are you crazy?' kinda tone

"I guess that's my cue to get back to work." The raccoon continues to smile as he turns and walks over to desk full over papers.
"Over here. Away from finger snapping distance"
There was a whole bunch of stuff in the chest. Old clothes, some books, rusty keys, a pocketknife, and hey look. Her wallet. And...

Hey look. Its her jacket. Looks alittle worse for wear, got some sand in it, but still in one piece. Her lighter is still in the pocket.
"Yeh find wat yoor lookin fer?"

Though the floorboards groaned and creaked Harrison was able to position the bed next to the trapdoor with relative ease. Now what?

Perception: 4 + 3 = 7 Salvageable Mistake

"Riiight...". She crossed her arms. "Well I'll believe it when I see it.".
As they continued along the dirt path a cottage like structure appeared in their line of vision. It's stone exterior gave it a medieval feel. Stone steps led up to the door, a sign was next to it. The words "INN" is large print could be seen.
"Hey! That's thats the place Rem was talking about!".

"Erk...". He groaned as the air was squeezed out of him. But he grinned as the sentiment. "Jus... doin mah job."
"Your welcome too.". The young raccoon said loudly. He waved a single hand in the air as he read a police report from the desk.
"I brought out the chest."

The rope held as he climbed down.
Once he was down he was able to scan the room. His vision was still adjusting so everything was still dark. It'll take alittle time before- wait, he smells something...or...someone?
But a second later Harrison felt someone slam into his side The breath was knocked out him as he was tackled to the ground by an unknown assailant.

Strength: 15 +1 = 16 Expected Result

Rom thought for a moment before shaking his head.
"Noot at the moment, sorry lass." He closed the chest and walked over to a stack of papers on the ground and picked it up.
"You can always look for jobs on tha bulletin board though. Help some people with their troubles. And make some coin while yer at it."

Papers covered the whole face of the board. Some old, some new, others placed on top of others all taped, tacked, or nailed onto the wooden surface. Out of all of them a few caught their eyes.
Choose one to read...
"Too busy to get it myself..." - 3 Silver
"Deliver This" - 50 Copper
"Guard Check" - 30 Copper

Jones feet made square contact with his attacker, sending him/her sailing backwards, a thud could be heard accompanied an audible "Ooph." as the attacker hit the ground.
His eyes adjusted a little more. He could see the silhouette of the figure he kicked. A canine, but it was still too dark to distinguish a breed. It growled as it tried to get back onto its feet.

Strength: 17+1=18 Expected Result
Agility: 5+1 Salvageable Mistake

Harrison knee's missed the attacker, who was able to dodge out of the way at the last second. But his fist was able to catch his assailant off guard, getting the swing to hit his attacker across the muzzle, making the figure stumble back into the dark room.
The silhouette could be seen with it's paws holding its recently hit snout, staring at Harrison.
"What the **** do you want?" It said in what sounded like a shaky, accusing voice. In what sounded like a... female's voice?"