Trying to get information from anyone at the Spire By Fire, you, Dorian and Imogen weave through the crowds to try and see if anyone knows Dugger, the man who murdered Bertrand Bell, your friend and employer. Dorian nervously sat down, and shouted something about Dugger, which stirred a tieflings focus.

You and Imogen listened to Dorians conversation from afar, Imogen occasionally giving him intel through his mind. Dorian looked over at you two constantly. He was a shy extrovert, if that even existed. The tiefling was closed off, and refused to give information. Until..

He used the spell "charm person", and the tiefling was weak to it, immediately opening up and chattering about the culprit, describing him as an abrasive shit who was always down to gamble a bit and had a decent sense of humor. Imogen spoke to Dorian, and you heard his response to her 'script'.

"Hey, what if I said one word to you, ready? Guess what it is, guess what it is!" The tiefling gave Dorian a sly smirk, thinking it'd be.. something flirty, or something nice- "...yes..?" Dorian grinned, pausing. "Brumestone! Gasp" The tiefling looked lost, as you and Imogen watched.