Jazdia ran past him and up the stairs, quipping about his being resourceful to find her here. Now was not the time or place to discuss 'business'-- they were clearly in a hurry for something, suggesting time was precious-- AND there were more than two dozen witnesses within earshot all clamoring over each other to escape the compromised seating area-- Discussion of a clandestine mission in those circumstances was beyond foolish. He said nothing, but gave her a stern look as she leaped past.

[color=ec008c]"That's not the way! Follow me! Gerrald is heading toward the catacombs. It seemed our guy doesn't want to leg it to the surface. He has five goons blocking the way for him."[/color]

she called to the others that had preceded him.

So, it was a man name "Gerald" they were after. That's at least more than Matilda's investigation had turned up. He wanted some real leads so much he could practically taste it.  These fools would easily outpace him if he did not use more unconventional modes of travel. 

Abruptly, he sank through the floor as if it had become quicksand, and vanished from view. In the total darkness of the spaces between the floors and walls, the only sense he had was was sound-- Thankfully, sound traveled better through solid surfaces than through the air. He strained to detect the footfalls of the group, as they charged in the opposite direction of the thunder of the people escaping the stadium. 

He could detect when an exit through the dark void of the walls and floor were near, by the way the sound distorted at the interface, and he used this to his advantage, taking as direct a path through the void as possible to keep pace with their movements. Abruptly, the sounds of their footfalls stopped, and he feared he had lost them-- Then a deafening wave of pressure went through the material around him, indicated an explosion.  That had to be the elf woman, Jazdia-- He made a beeline for that location, as straight and narrow as possible.

As he approached, muffled speech was present, but he couldn't make it out until he got nearer. He could tell from the tone that it was not friendly or polite, and that it was female in origin. As he approached, the words became distinct enough to understand. She was in an enclosed space just beneath him.

[color=ec008c] "Nice tunnel you've got here. I believe you had several interesting guests last week. Let's say the Kindeance Monarch wants to have a word with you, with four horses, ropes, and hatched. How's that sound?" [/color]

"[color=fdc68a]Sounds like a public spectacle. Fun for young and old-- Bring the kids.[/color]" He said, as he emerged head first through the ceiling, before tipping forward to expose his chest and legs while still embedded into the roof overhead, then continuing the tipping motion to bring his legs through first, then landing with a loud clang.

"[color=fdc68a]It sounds like you caught a little bird.[/color]" he mused aloud at Jaz, before directing his gaze at the terrified fat man. "[color=fdc68a]I'm sure it's to find out what song he sings? Shall we find out?[/color]"

His eyes glowed a terrible crimson in the gloomy lamplit illumination of the dank cellar room, before he turned his head to face Jazida "[color=fdc68a]Or is there some other reason I got rewarded for tracking you down by having my ass handed to me repeatedly?[/color]"

"I ain't tellin' you nuthin!" the man spat "you'll all be dead for this!"

Henri chuckled without moving his mouth, or showing any sign of outward movement or mirth.

"[color=fdc68a]You can't kill what's not alive. Surely you noticed. Now, please answer the lady's questions. I'm old, and impatient, and I am... DYING.. to know what you have to say, little man-- I can be most persuasive when I need to be.[/color]" 

He held up a single finger, which promptly began to very visibly heat up and glow cherry red.