You approach a very large tapestry draped across the wall. The tapestry is massive, spanning several feet in both height and width. It depicts a group of heroes striking various poses and wielding weapons, battling against a vicious looking black dragon. A sudden gust of wind rushes through the Inn, lifting the bottom of the tapestry just a little but enough for you to catch a glimpse of some rubble, as if the wall behind it has been tampered with. Standing nearby with her attention trained on the tapestry is Charity, the Infernal sorceress.
The Infernal sorceress is looking less than approachable, glaring at the beautiful tapestry with an almost tangible disdain. She doesn’t even spare you a glance as you get close.
“I was supposed to have been there with them, battling against Nymmut that day. Before Auberon and I… went our separate paths, we had spoken of one day taking on a challenge such as this. We were supposed to face things like this together. And now… The fool!”
You’re forced to hop back as flashes of static crackle from her clenched fists. The energy stops just before reaching the tapestry. She sighs, flexing fingers that still shimmer with waves of magic.
“Well, now, both he and the little alchemist are gone and you and yours are bumbling around trying to solve things. So be it. I will be frank, there are two obvious suspects, and I would be surprised if even you had not noticed it – then again, you are not too proficient with using your brain, are you?
The tiresome bard, for one, has yet to stop complaining about Auberon owing him money. And at a time like this! Most elves would not give two thoughts to money or debts, but I have met more than one person out of far-away Lumendell like the bard, and they all share his same base preoccupation.
While we are discussing base natures, we must also touch on Thogg, yes? Oh, do not misjudge me, it is not due to his bloodline per say, but a genetic quirk that one has to wonder about. The large brawler cannot see the full color spectrum, did you know? Do you think, after all these years, the death of his beloved brother weighing on him, the brute finally snapped and saw red?
