"That would explain the blank sky when we arrived..." Harrison muttered "Should've notice the lack of moon... or stars..."

The otter hesitated for a no more than a second, before shrugging.
"Sure thing boss." Grabbing the bag and handing it over to Flynn.
"I can as-sure you that everything in there is the highest grade around, o'l Ghyl never settles for 2nd best when it comes to my biggest customer."
"...Or any of my customers." He quickly adds.

No others from the ship were at the bar right now. The pub was busier than it was an hour ago. Rem was busy at the counter serving drinks to those sitting in bar stools while a black feline was serving people at various tables.
Of the notable attendants at the bar at the time there was a beagle with a beret on his head, who was sitting and talking with a group in the corner, one of the only patrons, they observed, that didn't have a drink in his hand.

The otter scoffed.
"You think you can pull one over on ol' Ghyl?" He looked genuinely hurt.
He put a hand over heart.
"Now ol' Ghyl runs an honest shop here. Does honest work. All he asks for is to get honest pay." He tapped on the window counter.
"Rem's a nice fella. Like him. Good customer. Those goods. Three silver. Always was, always has been."

Scraps wasn't sure why, but he knew the otter was lying, maybe it was the tone in his voice or something. But he was lying. Maybe he needs some 'motivation' to let up.
(I rolled you too Brent, but it failed).

"Well, I do have some free time on my paws..." Harrison said "An' dun worry, it's somethin' small and easy."

Scratch ignored the one guy who, aside from not drinking, didn't really stand out to her, and started walking over to the bar. She spoke over her shoulder to Harrison behind her, "At least stick around and let's see if the others swung by. Maybe I could come run this errand with you..."

"But...". The otter's eyes darted back and forth between Scraps and Flynn, looking almost... longingly. And after a few seconds...
"Fine...". He grumbled, taking the coins that Flynn offered.
"But tell Rem he owes Ghyl big time.". He chirped angrily.

The bear grumbled, making the cart rumble alittle. Then an eye opened, looking at Ian and Samaki. Slowly the bear seemed to wake, sitting up and smacking his chops before letting out a yawn.
"Am sorry. No customers, I sleep.". His voice sounded slow and russian.
"Now. Little doggies. You want to buy wares, yes?

"As I said, I'll be stay fer a while." Harrison said "But... uh... I can't take ya with me... not this time at least..."

Scraps nodded at the otter, "Much appreciated ghyll. Have a good one." He was ready to leave and get back but he waited for Flynn.

The two continued on towards the tavern. once they had gotten out of earshot of Ghyl, Flynn proudly said "And that, my friend, is how we do business."

"I liked the sob story it was a nice touch. Hopefully we made enough to get a room for the night. Though to be honest I'll be happy as long as I don't wake up in jail again."

"Stick with me and you'll be good," Flynn said. "I talked myself out of a few animal control vans in my day. Jail shouldn't be too hard... though the sheriff knowing me might kind of limit my options."

"I think between the two of us we should be able to get out of most anything this city throws at us. But how about we just go with the avoid jail altogether option? "

"My friend, that's always plan A," he replied. "now let's go give this to Rem and wait around until the next job starts."

Harrison shook his head "No, he remains silent. However, yer right about that plannin'."

After giving a mug of blue liquid to a customer Remus walked over to the group, smilling a barman's smile.
"Hey guys, back again! What can I get ya?" He noticed Flynn holding the paper bag and his grin widened.
"Thanks man. We were just about to run out back here." He took the bag from Flynn and took a look inside.
"Man... not again." He shrugged.
"I'll just wring his neck tomorrow for the rest. Thanks again" He nodded to Flynn before address Scratch.
"And what about you miss? Can I get you anything? We just restocked"

The bear chuckled, sounding like thunder in the distance.
"Maybe, long time ago. But now? Is simply shop."
He chuckled again.
"Now what can i get you two?"

It took him a minute to spot her in a corner table, engaged in what seemed to be a full conversation with a beagle, talking and laughing like they were old friends.
(Cause I thought I'd throw in some characterization)
But something seemed off. Or... maybe it was just him but... Right then, he seemed to notice something about the way the conversation was going. How the beagle spoke to her and she'd nod, say "Right." or, "Okay," or, "Cool." And the beagle would keep talking. A single word would encourage him to continue on about his childhood. A small laugh at an anecdote would carry him into a story about this tiger he met once in that one city. And she smiled, swaying her silver tail against the seat of the chair, recycling those three words as the dog talked and talked and talked... On the other hand she might just be a good listener

At that cue Samaki passed the iron helmet into the massive hands of the bear.
"Hmm..." The bear grunted contemplatively, his paw brushed over the engraving at the center of the helm. Three entwined circles.
"Yes." The bear continued to examine the helm with the scrutiny of a jeweler looking for flaws in a gem .
"I will take this, is valuable in certain circles. But... this armor." His dark eyes looked curiously down at Samaki and Ian.
"Would get you killed in most towns, at least, around here. Might I ask where you get such... dangerous piece of equipment?"

"Photos? Umm, sure let me take a lo-"
"Rem!" The wolf was about to take the offered photos when somewhere from close behind Scratch called his name. In fact, unknown to the raccoon up to that point, the animal was standing right behind her, it was Shahra, the sleek black cat waitresses.
"There's a dog at the fifth table asking for drinks. I told him he had to come to the bar to get it but... look can you deal with it."
"Yeah, no problem." Rem already had his hands on the photos but he hadn't looked at them closely yet.
"Err, sorry. Work comes first. I'll be right back." He set the photos down on the table and went to address the problem.
Once the wolf was out of earshot the cat set her serving tray on the counter of the bar and took a seat next to Scratch, curling her tail over her lap. Her violet eyes followed Rem for a second before looking at Scratch, frowning.
"What the carp do you think you were doing?!" She hissed.

Well..." The fox began to tell his tale of how he woke up in prison, how he had worn the armor to disguise himself, and how he and another dog had broken out of the prison.
"And that's how I got it..." He mumbled, shuffling his feet on the ground, and looking down guiltily.
"So... this armor you say... is stolen." The bear's voice sounded guarded, but neutral. Samaki nodded his head slowly.
"Hmm..."

"Look. I don't know who you are. But... Just...Can you please take your investigation somewhere else?". Her voice didn't sound offended, more wary, and she seemed earnest in her worry, her expression telling the same story.