Inoadar took a quick inventory. Assuming that the robber had not switched the locations of any vials out of spite, It appeared that there were 6 broken or missing. It was difficult to tell with the broken glass. He decided to clean up the mess, to give some thought to the situation.
'The woman was clearly an actress. Whether professional or not was beside the point. All prostitutes are actresses to some extent.' He had certainly taken note of her mask and clothes. The clothes were not necessarily that flamboyant, but the mask...He KNEW where she had likely picked that up. He had been to Jester's Corner to get clothes and masks for disguise purposes himself. He would monitor the comings and goings there. 'Perhaps a bribe for some information...'
'Or for that matter, I could check into the cultural schedules and see if any theater productions are hiring. I could very well pick up her trail there...As an actress, she is surely in need of funds. Maybe I'll find her at The Spot if there aren't any jobs on the theater scene.' An annoying thought occurred to him, 'For that matter, maybe this theft had BEEN a job there.'
She had to be staying somewhere. He was sure he'd never seen her at Tarsin's, where he stayed. There were housing options at the NHC. 'Perhaps I'll pay a visit and see if I can find a bored employee with a loose tongue. A little supplemental pay might be attractive to such a one.'
Yes, there were a number of leads he could manufacture in a city like Ravok. But for now he finished cleaning up the mess, taking care not to be careless with what HAD to be poison on the floor. By the time he was done, he had narrowed down the possibilities of what may or may not have been spilled or stolen to three. The catch was that two of them were selections that were in vials not ideal for clumsy handling. She may very well have been poisoned.
Now, one of the two was even a 'contact'-type poison and would effect her quite effectively with only a smear on the palm of her hand. The others were 'injury'-types and would have very limited effects, unless she happened to have a well-positioned cut on her hand or something. But if she DID, the combined effects of both would probably kill her, unless she had an extraordinary resistance to such, in which case she would only WISH she was dead. He chuckled at the thought.
He felt very relaxed now. There was no hurry. It would be a simple matter, with his connections in the ravosalamen ranks, to find out if a sick woman had gotten a ride, and where to. And from there, her trail would present itself to experienced eyes. No, she would not escape. He would bide his time and give this some thought.