TAPESTRY

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 locked in battle with a black dragon, obviously Auberon and his adventuring party. As you nimbly run your hands across the surface of the tapestry, you think you feel something other than a wall behind it. Standing nearby with her attention trained on the tapestry is Charity, the Infernal sorceress.

CHECK BEHIND THE TAPESTRY

You maneuver over to the side of the tapestry and slip behind it, scooting along between the fabric and the wall until you reach the center. Sure enough, a safe has been set into the stone. Of all people, you should have guessed that! You considered trying to finagle it open, but you’ve heard that some of the fancier safes come with traps that could damage the contents if anyone were to try to force them open. Best to be patient, and look for the key to open it. Once you find it, you can enter its ID here:

safekey

OPEN THE SAFEReset

APPROACH CHARITY

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 creeping 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. Though, with all the valuable artifacts around, I imagine you have been rather distracted.

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?