You approach a very large tapestry draped across the wall. It’s eye-catching, not just for its massive span, but for its detail. A group of heroes, weapons in hand, face off against a snarling black dragon. It must have taken the full force of the whole group to bring down that vicious monster. Auberon and his companions must have had both skill and luck on their side that day.
The floor in front of the tapestry is littered with the dusty remnants of dozens of footprints passing by, but one set in particular happens to catch your attention – one that looks as though the footprints lead straight into the wall!
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 stalking around trying to solve things. Do you track wild beasts with such ineptitude? Have you even managed to narrow down the suspect list? I will be frank, there are two obvious suspects, and I would be surprised if even you had not noticed it. 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?
