Search the office of the corrupt guard captain

Beyond the heavy oak door, which looked freshly installed compared to the rest of the barracks, you found Mertz's office. The man did not live modestly. Inside this larger-than-normal office, emptied bottles of wine could be seen lying about, some of them spilling their contents to stain the finery that littered his room. A cursory inspection revealed that he'd hid all sorts of contraband in here, from mismatched purses of gold to personal effects that clearly belonged to women. The room was literally dripping with debauchery-- it appeared that physical evidence of his misdoings would be easy to point the church's investigators towards.

However, Mertz was just one cog in this conspiracy. What you needed next was something to point you towards the false saintess, the one whose heresy had set you all upon this trail to begin with. Your group now had a brief window of opportunity to search the office of the guard captain before someone managed to track you down.

The whole place smelled of ****, ****, and unwashed sexual revelry. You felt like you were going to want to wash your hands after you finished rooting through the place.{if Helmid = True}

"If only Mertz committed himself to a soldier's lifestyle. As it stands, this room is too large, too disorderly, to even know where to begin searching. I'm not sure where the lout even keeps his files," Helmid sighed, getting onto her knees to begin searching beneath the man's bed. From beneath his over-stuffed mattress, she pulled out a pair of frilled, pink undergarments, inspecting them for a moment before realizing their nature. "Egads! The man has no decency!" she shouted comically, tossing them aside.{endif}{if Belit = True}

"Finders keepers!" Belit snickered, pocketing some of the man's ill-gotten gains for herself. When you glared in her direction, she put on a pouty frown. "What? It's fine to liberate whatever this guy's got. I'll make sure some of it gets to the poor and impoverished, honest!" You actually weren't as worried about that as the fact that she needed to be helping you find evidence related to the saintess...{endif}{if Amulette = True}

"Bah! Burrowing through the bastard's booze bottles is beneath me, squire. I will charge my charms for now," Amulette announced, plopping her mini-skirt upon the guard captain's chair and crossing her legs beneath her. It seemed she really was taking the moment to recharge her magic instead of helping in the search.{endif}{if Bangaal = True}

"Aaaah, you know, for all the trouble that man may cause, Bangaal admires his sense of interior decoration! Such magnificent chaos!" your djinn companion giggled, rolling over in the man's wine-stained sheets without a care in the world. It didn't seem like she was going to be much help locating the critical piece of evidence you needed.{endif}{if Rosary = True}

"Just a moment... I-I believe I'm getting a vision from Geod! It may be something that can help us? Shall I reach out to him?" Rosary questioned, clasping her hands together and looking towards the ceiling with her head tilted. You could see that her eyes had begun to glow as golden as her hair. This was the rare gift of prophecy... Perhaps it would be good to let her seize it?{endif}{if Liens = True}

"Ugh. The smell of booze. Women. Semen. Gross," Liens gagged, seeming unusually revolted. "Heightened sense of smell. Blessing. And curse. This time curse. Disgusting. Wash your Geod-damned sheets. Fuck!"

She took a few steps into the room, then tripped over something, falling with an extremely heavy thud as her considerable weight connected with the floor. She began mumbling curses aloud. Whatever she'd tripped over had rolled underneath the dresser and glinted in the light, as if it was trying to catch your attention specifically.{endif}

There was too much to look at in this office. You'd been hoping you would find documents or letters detailing the man's dark dealings with the saintess laying out in the open, but you were having no such luck. Any moment now, guards would burst through the door. Was there something you could do that could hurry the search along?