Here lie the bodies of Auberon Greatstag, retired adventurer and owner of the Dread Dragon Inn, and the siren alchemist known as Tua’la. The pools of blood beneath each body indicate that there is no doubt this time as to the authenticity of the murders. Their lives have been taken, and there’s no coming back.
You check the lifeless body of your old friend, hoping for a moment that this is some sort of advanced illusion, an undetectable magic spell that emulates death. No, if it were magic – you’d know. Alas, the calm expression on Auberon’s face from earlier now holds the anguished look of a man betrayed. Surely your friend did not deserve to die like this, and you make a promise to find the killer at all costs.
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; if she could fake Auberon’s death before, maybe this is just another ruse. No, you are certain that this death is real, as there is no spell or elixir in existence that could 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.
