Fallen before you are the bodies of Auberon Greatstag, renowned adventurer and owner of the Dread Dragon Inn, and the siren alchemist known as Tua’la. Somehow more jarring than the blood pooling beneath them are the razor sharp blades that protrude from them both.
With a horrid sense of déjà vu, you look over Auberon’s still form. Unlike the calm expression Auberon wore after being affected by Tua’la’s spell, his face now holds the anguished look of a man betrayed. A cold anger arrows through you. You swear that you’ll see justice served.
The slender dagger in Auberon’s back is quite obviously well-kept and honed sharp. With a weapon like this, anyone could be a killer. The pommel bears the chilling crescent moon and dagger sigil of the Night Whispers, the infamous assassin’s guild.
You check the body of the misfortunate sea-siren, searching for answers to this deadly turn of events. There’s no doubt that her death is real; no spell or elixir could emulate the look of sheer horror on her face, her mouth left agape with the killer’s name forever bound to the tip of her tongue.
The slender dagger in Tua’la’s back is quite obviously well-kept and honed sharp. With a fine blade like this, anyone could be a killer. The pommel bears the chilling crescent moon and dagger sigil of the Night Whispers, the infamous assassin’s guild.
