Lying prone before you are the bodies of Auberon Greatstag, retired adventurer and owner of the Dread Dragon Inn, and the siren alchemist known as Tua’la. Each body lies in a pool of blood, the end effects of the razor-sharp daggers that have been plunged through their backs.
You check the lifeless body of your old friend, hoping for a moment that this, too, is just a ruse. Alas, the calm expression on Auberon’s face from earlier now holds the anguished look of a man betrayed. You’re enveloped with a deep rage, but you manage to steady yourself as you promise your friend that justice will be served.
The dagger in Auberon’s back is slender and sharp, honed to a lethal edge, just as the one with Tua’la. With a weapon like this, anyone could be a killer. The handle bears an ominous sigil of a crescent moon with a dagger beneath it.
You check the body of the mysterious yet mesmerizing sea-siren, searching for answers to this deadly turn of events. You are certain that this death is real, as no spell or elixir could possibly exist that would emulate the look of sheer horror on her face, her mouth left agape with the killer’s name forever on the tip of her tongue.
The dagger in Tua’la’s back is slender and sharp, honed to a lethal edge, just as the one with Auberon. With a weapon like this, anyone could be a killer. The handle bears an ominous sigil of a crescent moon with a dagger beneath it.
