Maximilian, Bertram and Tikka: Barnabus ushers you into his building, shrinking each time he has to shepherd you past the watchful eyes of the crowd out front, the Gnomish mage inside and finally into his private office perilously close to the occupied Empress. He sits behind his simple metal-framed desk in a quaint office stocked with more files and books and little decoration save for a sad wilted plant set at a window-sill blocked by opaque glass facing the neighboring brick wall.
"Discretion is what I handle, Minotaur. Hem hem... hrrmph... Excuse me. I am well-versed in Pelor's Edicts, The Warden's Code and the Academy Laws, as well as a few trade lines connected to each."
Perception Success
Streetwise Pass, Neutral Outcome
"Now... you should know, I'm just a lawyer! Hrkhrk.. Excuse me, excuse me!" He coughs into his fist as he turns a little red. He seems very amiable to shady behavior but perhaps not really meant for such things. He seems to have gotten your hint. He lowers his voice after the last cough. "If what you have in mind is what I think it is, I can help you for my standard fees. However..." He sidelong glances over at the door. "I'm aware of your employers and your standings. I will not help you stand up against any winning team, do you understand?"
And thus, you're free to lay the entire plan out.
Latir, Karvan: As you head back to the little near-empty interrogation room, you catch Beatrice holding the door shut with a chair pressed against the doorknob. "As soon as ya let 'im go, 'e found a bloody knife!" Latir being a Tanky type, I feel it safe to assume he goes in anyway. The little cur is sitting on back of the chair and picking his claws with a make-shift shiv produced by wrecking one of the few fine bits of cutlery in the house as well as butchering a little end-table to produce a stronger handle. "Why'd I break in? 'Cause it's what I do... and well, right clever to set that trap. You'd have never know if'n ya didn't catch me." Calm, cool, collected. This guy's... a pro! "You weren't around to ask, and it was a pressin' matter. Besides... yer the last one ta talk to Lord Reinbach and then he's missin'? And you are too? Fer a week? Real great timing, I'm sure yer alibi is charming and easy to understand."
He flips the knife, lets it spin twice and catches it, gesturing forward but without aggressive intent. "I get the feelin' you don't have any answer by yer indignity. Just know this, Dwarf... keep it to yerself. Ya don't want things in the Belly to turn bad, especially if ya like folks livin' in misery instead of dyin' in it..."
He pockets the shiv. "I can see myself out."