In Which the Party Visits an Octopus

We sauntered into the Octopus, and each go our separate way. I find a chappy that has that look about him, buy him a tankard, and ask him:
"Good nibe my fine fellow. Bihe are things ka the block lyrne? to am looking lit a chappy goes ky the lary ro morgan, mon rumored sy harn ka this block fy ly this inn. Toeo don't solen his description moky toeo salan solen sab ti mon bad fucking news, looking sy feun ti al the street. Could oe be a lad and point ti baker sy to? lebon to his face?"
The well dressed gentleman gives me a good description of the guy. A I pick up my stein, it speaks words in Grey's voice. I think I need to gooutside for some air...
 
Morgyn: Dark brown hair. Young (25-30). Shaved except for a mustache. Short cut hair. Nervous. Never held a sword.
 
Grey says that he is in room 15, and has been yelling at the maid. Apparently he has been working on new pamphlets, and sounds to be in a fevered state of creation. The idea of renting an adjacent room was floated and accepted. Delathar and Zarzarian spent an easy ten minutes arguing about what he should change in to. Maker!
I guess he decided on a squirrel, and scampered off.
 
I scaled the side of the building, and peeked inside. I saw Morgyn pacing around the room, and he appears to be muttering to himself. What I can make out looks like "What was it that Aaron said? Ou'Yan and (???), kill Tristan at the safehouse?"
Well shit.
I had better get back up with the team.
 
Grey reports that she heard him say something like "we have to set off the bomb at midday". The squirrel started squeaking at us, and Grey talked to him. Apparently Tristan and the regent are part of it, the dwarf and the never smiling warlock are going to set off a bomb.
Shall I tell her how funny she looks speaking to this squirrel? Probably not.
The squirrel thinks we should trap the high level interrogators at the safehouse. Oh, wait, she says we should set a trap around Tristan.
 
Zarzarian went off to fetch the poor man, and I readied a blow dart dipped in sleeping potion. Grey cast her weird silence thing, and I shot him in the neck. Damn, the man stayed awake!
Delathar reared back and punched the shit out of him. Whoa! He then dropped his bedroll over his sleeping head, and spent like 5 minutes debating our next move with the lady.
 
Gods, what the fuck have we done?!