The city of Foxshadow bustles with trade, innovation, and intrigue. It sits at the crossroads of two well-traveled and secure trade routes and offers access to the sea via the Fox River. Lush forests surround the city beyond the farms and roads but they have long been tamed of monsters and bandits. As such, the dangers of traveling to Foxshadow are within the city itself. Money has brought more money, which in turn has brought parasites to prey upon the wealthy and gullible.
Perhaps the most notorious parasite of them all is Curtis Dron, AKA Don Dron. He is a crafty, well-connected man who flaunts his own wealth at every opportunity. Known for his temper, his penchant for young women, and his ability to side-step the law, he is no man to be trifled with. Many know to steer clear of Dron but many others are taken in by his charm, his promises, and his proximity to fine things.
Curtis Dron is, above all else, ruthless. He takes what he can as soon as he can, leaving behind him only tears and destitution. But he never crosses those who are useful to him. He owns slum lords and loan sharks but also fine jewelers, artists, and even a bard troop that sing his praises to all who will hear them. His legitimate and illegitimate enterprises allow him to keep his hands clean, even as he pulls strings to ruin those who step into his sights.
You know of Curtis Dron, of course, because of what he did to you and yours. Whatever you feel, whatever you vow, whatever you want, Don Dron is free and living the good life while you are stuck here. Sure, you have a few things you've saved from your days before...before Dron. But it isn't enough. Not to make Dron pay for as much as he took...
David Gearlock is an intimidating sight to behold, he stands 6ft tall, wearing a suit of all encompassing armour. The armour is covered in mechanical and magical components and sigils, that identify him as an artificer of Gond. When his head is uncovered you can see a man with pale skin and white hair and beard, but who doesn't look like he should have gone grey quite this early in his life. Any skin that is exposed shows the signs of the life of an artificer, covered in scars, small cuts and burns, from his years of crafting.
Davidcurrently sits in a small market stall, looking bored, almost to the point of despair. Next to him, sitting on the table, is a 1ft tall metallic humanoid with crystalline insect-like wings. The small creature is David's homunculus, Jack. Jackis playing with what appears to be a bit of artificer junk, some half finished device or perhaps the remains of a previous device, salvaged for parts.
A middle aged woman approaches the stall, a little hesitant, a little intimidated by the large armoured man.
"Are you the artificer that is fixing peoples things?"
Davidlooks up at the woman,
"Yeah, that's me. What ya need repaired?"
The woman pulls out a small cardboard box opening it to show the pieces of a broken ceramic cup inside.
"It's a family heirloom, my mother gave it to me and her mother gave it to her."
The woman places the box on the table in front of David.
"How much to repair it?"
Davidsighs, pulling out several pieces of ceramic, doing some quick calculations in his head, before looking back at the woman.
"It's in five parts, so that'll be 1 gold piece in total, 2 silver for each part."
The woman hands the money over and Davidproceeds to weave his magical repairs, using various tools to inscribe sigils onto the parts, bring them together as if they were never broken. After a few minutes, he hands the now repaired cup back to the woman and she departs with a smile on her face.
Davidslumps back down, looking even more unhappy than before.
"You know, I used to work on things that mattered."
Jacklooks over at his master, but doesn't say anything.
Davidis remembering just how he sunk so low.
Only 6 months before Davidwas an accomplished artificer of the temple, sought after for his amazing devices, but then Curtis Dron entered his life.
Dronhad walked into the temple with his cronies, all puffed up with self importance and decked out in fine clothing and jewellery. Dronhad asked to talk privately with the finest artificer the temple had and was directed in David's direction. After much aggrandisement, to be sure Davidunderstood just how important Dronwas, Dronhad finally gotten to the matter and described a device he wanted built.
As Davidmulled over the requirements being given, he realised that what Dronwas asking for, was almost certainly a torture device. Davidhad stopped Dronright there and told him he was a sick bastard and there was no way Davidwas going to build a device like that. Dronhad flown into a rage and threatened to ruin David. David hadjust laughed it off and suggested Drontry a different kind of temple to get what he was after.
Davidhadn't thought much of the incident, but Dronwasn't one to let a slight go unpunished. Somehow, Dronhad been able to arrange for one of David's projects to have an unfortunate destabilisation, while stored next to a vat of ever-burn gel. The destruction of the workshop had been extensive, but enough clues had been left, to point to Davidand to give the strong impression that it was his carelessness that had lead to the loss of so much equipment and work. Davidhad tried his best to fight back, to show that it wasn't his fault, but in the end he lost the fight and was blacklisted from the temple.
So now we find David, repairing knick-knacks and keepsakes, his skills and creative talents going to waste.
There has always been rumors of a figure moving through the shadows of Foxshadow. This person's true identity is not known, though agents that work with them seem to be in many places around the city itself. From Ginra Shadowbane, a forger working in a back alley, to Vin, a halfling boy pick-pocket running the streets. Their master was one of the major forces in this place, before Curtis Dron came to town.
Jade plays her lute softly, entertaining the crowd in The Silver Falcon, an upscale tavern. The crowd mostly ignores her, though her music is sweet and beautiful. Those there to listen enjoy the performance, and toss a few coins into a bowl placed there for them to do so.
Jade's mind is not exactly on the performance, she has done this countless times now, her body flows, swaying and enticing, without her needing to think on it, and her music flows from her easily. Her mind is on Dron though, thinking of the man that has forced her into this position. Even though not a woman, but actually the Changeling Gin, Jade has taken to think of himself as female, as they do in which ever form they take, when they are male he thinks of himself as male. For now though Gin was in Jade's form. Her mind was on the master of the city, and often ventured into this area of late. She was just looking for an opportunity to do something. He was a challenge she could not help but attempt. There was something to say about biding one's time, and this Dron was going to rue the day he came to the town of Gin.
Her music swirled around the room as she moved, the body of Jade a tantalizing mix of curves and athletic grace. The music was playful and excited, echoing her own thoughts on wishing to attempt the challenge that was Curtis Dron
Establish a location for each character at the start of the adventure: Running a low-profit con - Ginra as a forger, Vin as a pick-pocket. Jade as an entertainer in a local upscale tavern. (Let me know if you want to change the tavern's name, I just made one up, so can switch it to something else.)
Phineas Finchbeak paced with nervous energy. His compatriots should have returned by now... perhaps something had gone wrong?
No. That was impossible.
Phineas and his crew had run this racket countless times. He knew the angles inside and out. He had spent weeks scouting the target. A well connected jewelry merchant. His crew then began to butter him up and spin tales of a wealthy far away land... a wealthy Kenku city in the mountains called Zelspar! And tonight, he had played his role to perfection.
He gallantly presented himself as Baron Rykio of the glittering city of Zelspar. His dark feathers contrasted with the colorful noble garb and a fashionable hat with flamboyant orange plumage. He inherited a large fortune including priceless royal jewels. He gave a long explanation about his royal inheritance, and the tragic meddling of the finance minister...
However, if an enterprising individual could show ‘proof’ a business debt… the finance minister would be forced to release his inheritance. Rykio promised to split the sum if the jewelry merchant could fabricate an invoice… oh, and he just needed 300 gold up front to cover the fees back in Zelspar.
It wasn’t until days later that Phineas had realized what happened… the jewelry merchant was well connected through the notorious Don Dron. He sent his men into the slums to beat and torture the Kenku until they gave up the swindlers. They looted 300 worth of loot from the Kenku, smashing up their modest dwellings. His fellow conspirators were found dead the next day... Phineas barely escaped himself, aided by one of his false identities.
Now he sat in an unfamiliar tavern on the far side of town. His face partially obscured by his hooded robe. He brooded in the corner reflecting on the tragic loss, all over a lousy 300 gold. As he drowned his guilt in ale he felt a rage burning inside him. Don Dron had ruined him… and he was planning on returning the favor.
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Nemean Goldenmane: Tabaxi Fighter - Lost Mine of Phandelver (Retired)
Jafar stands behind an unsteady table in the market. Not far from David's stall as a matter of fact, though the artificer wouldn't recognize him. Jafar never keeps one face for long, changing his appearance, mannerisms, and name frequently to make it easier to swindle people. After all, it's hard to con people out of their money if people start to recognize you as a con man. Today he has taken on the appearance of an outlandishly dressed human with bright red hair and a large grin.
He calls to people as they pass, tempting them to bet some coin on a game, daring them to guess under which cup a ball will lie after he shuffles them around. Little do they know the ball is a mere illusion that will never be under the cup they guess unless he wants it to be there. He does let the occasional passerby win. It wouldn't do to NEVER let anyone win, or people would stop trying.
For people not interested in the game of chance, he can sometimes tempt with games of strength. "You look especially strong, sir, but I bet even you couldn't move this here rod from it's spot!" Of course, it's a magical rod, so only those of truly immense strength can actually move it.
He has other tricks and games as well of course. He rotates through them over time along with identities. The same cons become recognized just as identities do. At other times he'll take to selling fake artifacts and rarities, etc.
He used to be much better off, pulling far higher stakes cons. Until he ran into Don Dron. Somehow, the Don had seen through what he was doing and caught him in the con. He'd been extorting Jafar ever since.
The following all happen at different times, not simultaneously. Assume the stories are shared with each other later, so I won't spoiler them.
David:
David's attention is distracted from the customer at first as he mends a few more items in an uninterested fashion. But as he works through the eclectic pile of items, he slowly starts to realize the man is watching him closely. The artificer looks up, noticing again the dark crimson skin and jet black hair of the tiefling. He has a stately look about him, his hair carefully coiffed and his clothing pressed. The man doesn't avert his gaze as David notices him. Instead, his smile curls into a smirk, his dark eyes crinkling at the edges.
"I'm sorry, do we know each other?" David says, pausing his mending of the hat in his hands.
The tiefling shakes his head. "No, only by reputation, I'm sure," he says.
This probably means he knows of David's disgrace at Curtis Dron's hands. Still, he brought a lot of business to the artificer so sending him away would not pay the rent.
Before David can respond, the man introduces himself. "Garrol Vansic," he says with a very slight bow.
This is a name that David has indeed heard before, though he has definitely never met the man. Vansic's reputation decidedly precedes him. He is rumored to have stolen a pair of diamond earrings from Lady Kersa at the Mayor's Ball and everyone agrees he was probably the man who placed honeyed bread in every cell of the debtor's prison. That was the reputation he had. Taking what he wanted and giving what he wanted, always whenever he wanted.
"And you are David Gearlock," he says. "The man who stood up to Curtis Dron."
Gin:
A smattering of applause follows Gin's most recent song. But the dapper tiefling in the front row keeps his hands in his lap. A subtle smile parts his lips as she looks at him. He looks like trouble.
It isn't until after another three songs that she realizes who the tiefling must be. He isn't just trouble. He is trouble personified. He is nearly a myth, if not for him sitting in the audience. The tiefling's smile cocks to the side as she lets her realization show. Gin isn't even sure what she gave away but he definitely noticed something.
After the performance, she bows and takes a break, stepping into the stockroom for a moment. Will she need to ditch this identity? It was going so well...
A knock at the door practically answers the question for her. But there is no where to go, so she opens it. Garrol Vansic stands before her, hands in his pocket. He doesn't push his way in or even adjust his easy-going smile. He controls that smile well, she realizes.
"Vansic,"she says before he can introduce himself.
He nods. "Jade," he says. Does he know her true identity? Everything she has heard of him suggests he might. He either held his tongue out of kindness or he doesn't know. The man is practically unreadable, though...
Phineas:
"A pint of ale barkeep," says the tiefling that saddles the stool next to Phineas. "And one for this barfly here too."
A frothy ale slides in front of Phineas. Nothing comes without a price.
"Some information, my good kenku," says the tiefling. "That's all."
Phineas carefully nods and takes the ale.
"I'm searching for kenku royalty," the man says. This draws the tiefling a sharp, studied look. "A baron. I'm told he is still in Foxshadow..."
Jafar:
Jafar grins as the loser walks away. Another disgruntled customer.
As he opens his mouth to bark for another sucker, a tall, well-dressed tiefling steps up to the table. Jafar recognizes the man. He has seen him about the square recently, possibly.
"I'll take a crack at it," the man says, throwing down his coin.
Smoothly, practiced over thousands of times, the cups move as Jafar chatters to keep an eye on the all. A knowing smile spreads on the tiefling's face and Jafar knows he's got him on the hook. Maybe he can get the man to up his bet on the next round. He decides to let the tiefling win this one and stops the cups.
"Okay, my friend," Jafar says. "Where's the ball?"
The man nods, his lips pursed to suppress a smile. He looks up at Jafar and sinks his hands into his pockets. "That's good," he says. "Very convincing."
It is always best to let these kinds of comments slide. "Thank you, sir," Jafar says, keeping the patter going. "Just take your pick and win your prize!"
"Ah," the tiefling says. "No, you can keep the coin. I just wanted to see for myself. It's good, but I can see how Dron caught you at it."
The tiefling turns to leave but pauses. "Maybe that's not your best, though," he says. "Can you do better than that?"
"Hah! Fat lot of good that did me. I sit here repairing...well, this isn't really stretching my mental legs, if you understand my meaning. And meanwhile that pompous bastard still struts around with a fine looking women on each arm, like life couldn't be better. Fah!"
David goes back to working on the hat, an angry look on his face.
"So, why am I visited by such a famous apparition? I'm sure you don't need me to fix a busted hat and this other stuff. I bet you could have any hat in the city if you wanted."
Jack, who has been sitting on the table while David and Vansic talk, makes a mournful noise as David gets worked up about Dron again.
Jack looks between David and Vansic, a desperate hope that maybe this stranger might be able to help his master.
"I can think of only a few reasons you would be here." Jade says with a sentual twisting of her lips and a shift of her body. The motion giving her womanly assets a bit of a sway for him. With a throaty chuckle she sighs. "And I doubt if that is one of the more likely reasons." She gives the tiefling a look over. "I would like to believe you are here, in hopes of putting Dron in his place, but that is not overly likely either... So tell me, why seek me out?"
Phineastilts his head and curiously studies the Teifling. After a moment he replies. He maintains the high born diction and aristocratic poise as best he can after this many ales. "You are mistaken my good man. The noblemen from Zelspar have departed this wretched city. I do not think we will see their likes again..." He trails off as he speaks, stumbling over his words and slurring as successive ales take their toll. "But what interest does one such as yourself have in Kenku royalty? Surely the Teiflings have enough princes and barons to occupy you?"
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"Oh, that was just the opening hand, my friend," Vansic says. "As it turns out, I am looking for a talented artificer. I've been...contracted by a wealthy and influential member of this fine city to ensure that our friend Curtis Dron understands some of the pain he has caused , if you get my meaning."
Vansic scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. "The thing is, what i have in mind won't be entirely on the up and up. I don't just need someone motivated and talented but someone who is...creative about the law."
Gin:
"Maybe after we're done with the second thing, we can take a crack at the first thing," Vansic says with a wink. "But you have the gist of it, yeah. I aim to show Dron himself in the mirror. And someone with your talents will make it easy to get into places that my plan will require. So...Jade...are you as...flexible...with the law as you are with your identity?"
Phineas:
"Oh, I haven't the slightest interest in kenku royalty," the tiefling says. "I'm just looking for the one who impersonated one so well. A smart, practiced con artist like that could be exceedingly valuable in turning the tables on Curtis Dron. And maybe turn a tidy profit in the process."
Jade looks Vansic over for a bit longer. She waves him to step inside and close the door. "So I guess I should not be surprised. You, of anyone, would be likely to link some of my identities together." She sighs, unconsciously, or seemingly at least, making her chest swell distractingly. "For the issues with my flexibility, with regard to the law, not the first thing..." She gives a soft husky chuckle. "I have no problems bending, or breaking, as many laws as needed, if it means getting a chance to finally show him up." She meets Vansic's eyes. Now all playfullness drops aside and the true shadowy figure known as Gin stands there wearing a female disguise. "Will you be funding this opperation though, I have some funds stashed away, but likely not enough for this sort of thing..."
Jafar arches an eyebrow but manages to keep the grin plastered on his face. "One always strives to do better, of course," he says, not yet sure exactly is happening and not wanting to commit to any real response quite yet. "What, exactly, do you have in mind?"
Davidlooks up suddenly at Vansic's words about helping Dronunderstand the pain he has caused. Davidhas a smile on his face, but his eyes have a look of hunger for revenge, instead of mirth, in them.
At Vansic's mention of needing to be flexible with the law, David's expression changes to one of caution.
"I don't do torture and I don't want any innocent bystanders hurt, no collateral damage. Otherwise, I'm flexible, especially for Dron."
Davidsmiles again, but this time his eye's have the faraway look, of someone thinking about the future.
Jacknotices David's mood lift and turns to Vansic.
"Έχεις κάνει τον αφέντη μου ευτυχισμένο, μου αρέσει ξένος."
"You have made my master happy, I like you stranger."
The tiny metallic humanoid jabbers on in a unknown language, but doesn't appear threatening.
Phineas cocks his head to the side a bit and his eyes focus more intently on the Tiefling.
“Good sir! You are in luck, for I am him! He is me!
Ah... but surely you already knew this, yes? Yes... Well done indeed!”
He puts down his ale, and suddenly bursts out to the bartender, “Barkeep! these libations will not do. Please take this away and bring me some coffee instead.”
He stands up and after wobbling a bit, extends his feathered hand “I am Phineas Finchbeak, and you have my full and undivided attention.”
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"No, nothing like that," Vansic says with an easygoing chuckle. "In fact, I maintain a strict no-killing policy. I haven't broken it yet. No torture either. But I say too much in to public of a place. Meet me and the rest of the crew tomorrow night at the White Flamingo on the river. This token will grant you VIP access."
Garrol makes a lacquered wooden token appear seemingly from nowhere and hands it to David. He gives a curt bow of his head and gathers his odd pile of things, many of which David had not attended to yet. As the tiefling walks away, David sees a handsome payment for the work half completed on his stand.
Gin:
Vansic shakes his head, maintaining respectful eye contact. "No," he says. "But i do have a backer. He is putting up a lot of money to see that Curtis Dron gets his due."
Garrol Vansic makes a small wooden token seemingly appear from nowhere. He hands it over with a charismatic smile. "Show this at the White Flamingo club by the river. It will give you access to the VIP lounge. I'm assembling the crew tomorrow night."
And with as graceful an exit as is possible, the tiefling extracts himself from the doorway of the storage room and disappears from sight.
Phineas:
"I need a confidence man, Mr. Finchbeak" the tiefling says. "More than that, actually, but your talents could prove invaluable in throwing mud in Dron's eye."
The man doesn't say this with malice but he does say it with certainty, as if he has never failed in delivering a promise and this one won't be the first.
"I'm gathering a crew and, if you can sober up by tomorrow night, you're in," says the man. "We are meeting at the White Flamingo after supper. The token in your pocket will grant you VIP access. Do not bring any friends."
Jafar:
The man stops, a half-cocked grin on his handsome face. "Could you fool me, even I was looking for it?," he says, then lays down the bait as sure as Jafar ever did himself. "If you had another chance to fool Curtis Dron himself, could you do it?"
A lacquered wooden coin appears between the tiefling's fingers and rolls back and forth along his knuckles. He still looks uncertain about something, as if waiting for Jafar to convince him.
"Dron has taken from a lot of talented people," he says. "Those talents pointed at one singular goal...well, just consider me the talent scout in this analogy."
Gin stood there, staring from the token to the closed door. After a few moments he slid the token into the bodice of Jade's dress. If he was to make this meeting he had a lot to do... seemed a new face was going to be needed, one that would be the downfall of Curtis Dron.
Savra Silverstream walked up to the doors of the White Flamingo club the next evening. She was a lythe half-elf bard, with her lute case under one arm and her rapier at her other hip. She wore a rich and expensive woolen cloak, with golden thread sewn throughout in fanciful designs. Under the cloak she wore a set of studded leather armor, also of the highest quality. Her tunic, under the leathers was high quality and of a thick silk material.
Reaching the door to the club Savra brushed her long auburn hair behind a slightly-pointed ear as she smiled at one of the doormen. "I am expected." She informed them, her voice musical and alluring. Pulling out the token she handed it to one of the people stationed at the door.
Davidholds the token in hand as Vansic walks away, getting lost in the crowds. Davidnotices the payment still sitting on the table and pockets it.
"Interesting one that one, and generous too."
Davidcontinues to turn the token over in his hand, thinking about the offer.
"Είναι καλός δάσκαλος? Σε κάνει ευτυχισμένο ξανά, μου αρέσει."
"It is good master? He makes you happy again, I like him."
Jacklooks off in the direction that Vansicleft.
"Yes, it is good."
Davidsmiles, putting the token away, returning to the here and now, but not looking depressed as he was before.
The next night, Davidand Jackapproach the White Flamingo, but stop a little ways off.
"Right, I think it best if you wait in the bag Jack, at least until we are inside."
Jacklooks at Davidand jabbers excitedly.
"Μπορώ να παίξω?"
"Can I tinker?"
Davidgive a contemplative expressing, as he considers.
"Yes, but only mechanical, no volatiles and no noise."
Jackswoops in excitedly, as Davidpulls at what appears to be an oversized belt. The "belt" pulls away from David's waist, revealing a larger space within, than should be possible, considering the outside. Jackplunges into the opening and Davidlets the elastic rim snap closed.
Davidpresses on a circular disc-like part of his armour centred on his chest. The disc pops open and rotates down from a hinge at the bottom, revealing various mechanisms and controls inside. Davidflicks a few switches and a tiny illusion of Davidappears just above the disc. With a few more button presses and flicked switches the illusion changes from David as he appears in his armour, to Davidwearing slacks and a waist coat, with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows. Satisfied, Davidpresses one last button and closes the disc up. With a shimmer of magical energy that runs down his body from head to foot, Davidis transformed from his armoured appearance, to the one the tiny illusion portrayed.
Now somewhat less intimidating and much more sophisticated looking, Davidapproaches the White Flamingo, token in hand. Davidholds the token up for those guarding the entrance to see.
"VIP?"
Davidcasts Disguise Self to appear better dressed for the occasion.
Jafar stares at the man for a moment, then waves at the coin the stranger had placed on the table. The coin rose up in the air and started rolling back and forth as if being rolled across the fingers of an invisible hand (Mage Hand). Meanwhile, his other hand makes another gesture out of sight. His voice (Minor Illusion) asks from behind the man, where another version of Jafar now stands (Silent Image), in a wary voice, "How do I know YOU don't work for the Don?".
The tiefling smiles at the flurry of illusions and magic. He nods in appreciation. At the question, his smile broadens and he wags his finger at Jafar. "Now you are the first one to ask me that," he says. "The short answer is that you don't...yet."
He tosses a lacquered wooden coin to Jafar. A stylized white flamingo is pained beneath the lacquer. "You'll hear the whole story tomorrow night at the White Flamingo. That will give you VIP access," he says. "And to provide you some assurance that I don't work for Curtis Dron..."
The tiefling leans his head towards his right shoulder, revealing a bright red circle on the left side of his neck. It is hard to tell from this distance but Jafar correctly infers it is a burn scar with the imprint of the queen's profile in its center. A heated coin was once pressed to this man's neck. It is Dron's mark of excommunication, reserved for the worst of his betrayers as well as his enemies.
"I almost got him," the tiefling says. "Almost. If he really knew how close I had come, he wouldn't have just branded me. I would be dead. This mark closes a lot of doors to me now, though, at least in Foxshadow."
The man nods, reminiscing. His eyes snap up to Jafar again. "It is a badge of honor to me. This is the mark of the man who will topple Curtis Dron."
The tiefling turns and leaves, hands in pockets. He melds into the crowd and disappears.
Gin and David:
Gin is the first to arrive, granted access easily by the bouncer and directed to an empty lounge at the end of a long hallway. The lounge is lush, decorated in reds and blacks with silver trim. A half-elven serving girl comes in and takes Gin's order.
David arrives a few minutes later to the same treatment. The lounge has several booths, all spaced apart from each other, as well as plush chairs and sofas. Small side tables dot the room for easy placement of drinks and food. The corner is reserved for a bard but is presently empty of any performer or equipment.
Jafar nods absently to himself as he watches the tiefling walk away. Before sleeping that night he absently plays with one of the rings on his finger, casting a Counterspell to be stored in the ring for later use if needed.
The next night he makes his way to the White Flamingo. Tonight he has taken on the appearance of a tiefling in honor of the mysterious stranger.
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The city of Foxshadow bustles with trade, innovation, and intrigue. It sits at the crossroads of two well-traveled and secure trade routes and offers access to the sea via the Fox River. Lush forests surround the city beyond the farms and roads but they have long been tamed of monsters and bandits. As such, the dangers of traveling to Foxshadow are within the city itself. Money has brought more money, which in turn has brought parasites to prey upon the wealthy and gullible.
Perhaps the most notorious parasite of them all is Curtis Dron, AKA Don Dron. He is a crafty, well-connected man who flaunts his own wealth at every opportunity. Known for his temper, his penchant for young women, and his ability to side-step the law, he is no man to be trifled with. Many know to steer clear of Dron but many others are taken in by his charm, his promises, and his proximity to fine things.
Curtis Dron is, above all else, ruthless. He takes what he can as soon as he can, leaving behind him only tears and destitution. But he never crosses those who are useful to him. He owns slum lords and loan sharks but also fine jewelers, artists, and even a bard troop that sing his praises to all who will hear them. His legitimate and illegitimate enterprises allow him to keep his hands clean, even as he pulls strings to ruin those who step into his sights.
You know of Curtis Dron, of course, because of what he did to you and yours. Whatever you feel, whatever you vow, whatever you want, Don Dron is free and living the good life while you are stuck here. Sure, you have a few things you've saved from your days before...before Dron. But it isn't enough. Not to make Dron pay for as much as he took...
David Gearlock is an intimidating sight to behold, he stands 6ft tall, wearing a suit of all encompassing armour. The armour is covered in mechanical and magical components and sigils, that identify him as an artificer of Gond. When his head is uncovered you can see a man with pale skin and white hair and beard, but who doesn't look like he should have gone grey quite this early in his life. Any skin that is exposed shows the signs of the life of an artificer, covered in scars, small cuts and burns, from his years of crafting.
David currently sits in a small market stall, looking bored, almost to the point of despair. Next to him, sitting on the table, is a 1ft tall metallic humanoid with crystalline insect-like wings. The small creature is David's homunculus, Jack. Jack is playing with what appears to be a bit of artificer junk, some half finished device or perhaps the remains of a previous device, salvaged for parts.
A middle aged woman approaches the stall, a little hesitant, a little intimidated by the large armoured man.
"Are you the artificer that is fixing peoples things?"
David looks up at the woman,
"Yeah, that's me. What ya need repaired?"
The woman pulls out a small cardboard box opening it to show the pieces of a broken ceramic cup inside.
"It's a family heirloom, my mother gave it to me and her mother gave it to her."
The woman places the box on the table in front of David.
"How much to repair it?"
David sighs, pulling out several pieces of ceramic, doing some quick calculations in his head, before looking back at the woman.
"It's in five parts, so that'll be 1 gold piece in total, 2 silver for each part."
The woman hands the money over and David proceeds to weave his magical repairs, using various tools to inscribe sigils onto the parts, bring them together as if they were never broken. After a few minutes, he hands the now repaired cup back to the woman and she departs with a smile on her face.
David slumps back down, looking even more unhappy than before.
"You know, I used to work on things that mattered."
Jack looks over at his master, but doesn't say anything.
David is remembering just how he sunk so low.
Only 6 months before David was an accomplished artificer of the temple, sought after for his amazing devices, but then Curtis Dron entered his life.
Dron had walked into the temple with his cronies, all puffed up with self importance and decked out in fine clothing and jewellery. Dron had asked to talk privately with the finest artificer the temple had and was directed in David's direction. After much aggrandisement, to be sure David understood just how important Dron was, Dron had finally gotten to the matter and described a device he wanted built.
As David mulled over the requirements being given, he realised that what Dron was asking for, was almost certainly a torture device. David had stopped Dron right there and told him he was a sick bastard and there was no way David was going to build a device like that. Dron had flown into a rage and threatened to ruin David. David had just laughed it off and suggested Dron try a different kind of temple to get what he was after.
David hadn't thought much of the incident, but Dron wasn't one to let a slight go unpunished. Somehow, Dron had been able to arrange for one of David's projects to have an unfortunate destabilisation, while stored next to a vat of ever-burn gel. The destruction of the workshop had been extensive, but enough clues had been left, to point to David and to give the strong impression that it was his carelessness that had lead to the loss of so much equipment and work. David had tried his best to fight back, to show that it wasn't his fault, but in the end he lost the fight and was blacklisted from the temple.
So now we find David, repairing knick-knacks and keepsakes, his skills and creative talents going to waste.
David Gearlock | Human | Artificer | Revenge Heist
Knox | Warforged | Cleric | Shadowthorn's Out of the Abyss
There has always been rumors of a figure moving through the shadows of Foxshadow. This person's true identity is not known, though agents that work with them seem to be in many places around the city itself. From Ginra Shadowbane, a forger working in a back alley, to Vin, a halfling boy pick-pocket running the streets. Their master was one of the major forces in this place, before Curtis Dron came to town.
Jade plays her lute softly, entertaining the crowd in The Silver Falcon, an upscale tavern. The crowd mostly ignores her, though her music is sweet and beautiful. Those there to listen enjoy the performance, and toss a few coins into a bowl placed there for them to do so.
Jade's mind is not exactly on the performance, she has done this countless times now, her body flows, swaying and enticing, without her needing to think on it, and her music flows from her easily. Her mind is on Dron though, thinking of the man that has forced her into this position. Even though not a woman, but actually the Changeling Gin, Jade has taken to think of himself as female, as they do in which ever form they take, when they are male he thinks of himself as male. For now though Gin was in Jade's form. Her mind was on the master of the city, and often ventured into this area of late. She was just looking for an opportunity to do something. He was a challenge she could not help but attempt. There was something to say about biding one's time, and this Dron was going to rue the day he came to the town of Gin.
Her music swirled around the room as she moved, the body of Jade a tantalizing mix of curves and athletic grace. The music was playful and excited, echoing her own thoughts on wishing to attempt the challenge that was Curtis Dron
Establish a location for each character at the start of the adventure: Running a low-profit con - Ginra as a forger, Vin as a pick-pocket. Jade as an entertainer in a local upscale tavern. (Let me know if you want to change the tavern's name, I just made one up, so can switch it to something else.)
Phineas Finchbeak paced with nervous energy. His compatriots should have returned by now... perhaps something had gone wrong?
No. That was impossible.
Phineas and his crew had run this racket countless times. He knew the angles inside and out. He had spent weeks scouting the target. A well connected jewelry merchant. His crew then began to butter him up and spin tales of a wealthy far away land... a wealthy Kenku city in the mountains called Zelspar! And tonight, he had played his role to perfection.
He gallantly presented himself as Baron Rykio of the glittering city of Zelspar. His dark feathers contrasted with the colorful noble garb and a fashionable hat with flamboyant orange plumage. He inherited a large fortune including priceless royal jewels. He gave a long explanation about his royal inheritance, and the tragic meddling of the finance minister...
However, if an enterprising individual could show ‘proof’ a business debt… the finance minister would be forced to release his inheritance. Rykio promised to split the sum if the jewelry merchant could fabricate an invoice… oh, and he just needed 300 gold up front to cover the fees back in Zelspar.
It wasn’t until days later that Phineas had realized what happened… the jewelry merchant was well connected through the notorious Don Dron. He sent his men into the slums to beat and torture the Kenku until they gave up the swindlers. They looted 300 worth of loot from the Kenku, smashing up their modest dwellings. His fellow conspirators were found dead the next day... Phineas barely escaped himself, aided by one of his false identities.
Now he sat in an unfamiliar tavern on the far side of town. His face partially obscured by his hooded robe. He brooded in the corner reflecting on the tragic loss, all over a lousy 300 gold. As he drowned his guilt in ale he felt a rage burning inside him. Don Dron had ruined him… and he was planning on returning the favor.
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Jafar stands behind an unsteady table in the market. Not far from David's stall as a matter of fact, though the artificer wouldn't recognize him. Jafar never keeps one face for long, changing his appearance, mannerisms, and name frequently to make it easier to swindle people. After all, it's hard to con people out of their money if people start to recognize you as a con man. Today he has taken on the appearance of an outlandishly dressed human with bright red hair and a large grin.
He calls to people as they pass, tempting them to bet some coin on a game, daring them to guess under which cup a ball will lie after he shuffles them around. Little do they know the ball is a mere illusion that will never be under the cup they guess unless he wants it to be there. He does let the occasional passerby win. It wouldn't do to NEVER let anyone win, or people would stop trying.
For people not interested in the game of chance, he can sometimes tempt with games of strength. "You look especially strong, sir, but I bet even you couldn't move this here rod from it's spot!" Of course, it's a magical rod, so only those of truly immense strength can actually move it.
He has other tricks and games as well of course. He rotates through them over time along with identities. The same cons become recognized just as identities do. At other times he'll take to selling fake artifacts and rarities, etc.
He used to be much better off, pulling far higher stakes cons. Until he ran into Don Dron. Somehow, the Don had seen through what he was doing and caught him in the con. He'd been extorting Jafar ever since.
The following all happen at different times, not simultaneously. Assume the stories are shared with each other later, so I won't spoiler them.
David:
David's attention is distracted from the customer at first as he mends a few more items in an uninterested fashion. But as he works through the eclectic pile of items, he slowly starts to realize the man is watching him closely. The artificer looks up, noticing again the dark crimson skin and jet black hair of the tiefling. He has a stately look about him, his hair carefully coiffed and his clothing pressed. The man doesn't avert his gaze as David notices him. Instead, his smile curls into a smirk, his dark eyes crinkling at the edges.
"I'm sorry, do we know each other?" David says, pausing his mending of the hat in his hands.
The tiefling shakes his head. "No, only by reputation, I'm sure," he says.
This probably means he knows of David's disgrace at Curtis Dron's hands. Still, he brought a lot of business to the artificer so sending him away would not pay the rent.
Before David can respond, the man introduces himself. "Garrol Vansic," he says with a very slight bow.
This is a name that David has indeed heard before, though he has definitely never met the man. Vansic's reputation decidedly precedes him. He is rumored to have stolen a pair of diamond earrings from Lady Kersa at the Mayor's Ball and everyone agrees he was probably the man who placed honeyed bread in every cell of the debtor's prison. That was the reputation he had. Taking what he wanted and giving what he wanted, always whenever he wanted.
"And you are David Gearlock," he says. "The man who stood up to Curtis Dron."
Gin:
A smattering of applause follows Gin's most recent song. But the dapper tiefling in the front row keeps his hands in his lap. A subtle smile parts his lips as she looks at him. He looks like trouble.
It isn't until after another three songs that she realizes who the tiefling must be. He isn't just trouble. He is trouble personified. He is nearly a myth, if not for him sitting in the audience. The tiefling's smile cocks to the side as she lets her realization show. Gin isn't even sure what she gave away but he definitely noticed something.
After the performance, she bows and takes a break, stepping into the stockroom for a moment. Will she need to ditch this identity? It was going so well...
A knock at the door practically answers the question for her. But there is no where to go, so she opens it. Garrol Vansic stands before her, hands in his pocket. He doesn't push his way in or even adjust his easy-going smile. He controls that smile well, she realizes.
"Vansic," she says before he can introduce himself.
He nods. "Jade," he says. Does he know her true identity? Everything she has heard of him suggests he might. He either held his tongue out of kindness or he doesn't know. The man is practically unreadable, though...
Phineas:
"A pint of ale barkeep," says the tiefling that saddles the stool next to Phineas. "And one for this barfly here too."
A frothy ale slides in front of Phineas. Nothing comes without a price.
"Some information, my good kenku," says the tiefling. "That's all."
Phineas carefully nods and takes the ale.
"I'm searching for kenku royalty," the man says. This draws the tiefling a sharp, studied look. "A baron. I'm told he is still in Foxshadow..."
Jafar:
Jafar grins as the loser walks away. Another disgruntled customer.
As he opens his mouth to bark for another sucker, a tall, well-dressed tiefling steps up to the table. Jafar recognizes the man. He has seen him about the square recently, possibly.
"I'll take a crack at it," the man says, throwing down his coin.
Smoothly, practiced over thousands of times, the cups move as Jafar chatters to keep an eye on the all. A knowing smile spreads on the tiefling's face and Jafar knows he's got him on the hook. Maybe he can get the man to up his bet on the next round. He decides to let the tiefling win this one and stops the cups.
"Okay, my friend," Jafar says. "Where's the ball?"
The man nods, his lips pursed to suppress a smile. He looks up at Jafar and sinks his hands into his pockets. "That's good," he says. "Very convincing."
It is always best to let these kinds of comments slide. "Thank you, sir," Jafar says, keeping the patter going. "Just take your pick and win your prize!"
"Ah," the tiefling says. "No, you can keep the coin. I just wanted to see for myself. It's good, but I can see how Dron caught you at it."
The tiefling turns to leave but pauses. "Maybe that's not your best, though," he says. "Can you do better than that?"
"Hah! Fat lot of good that did me. I sit here repairing...well, this isn't really stretching my mental legs, if you understand my meaning. And meanwhile that pompous bastard still struts around with a fine looking women on each arm, like life couldn't be better. Fah!"
David goes back to working on the hat, an angry look on his face.
"So, why am I visited by such a famous apparition? I'm sure you don't need me to fix a busted hat and this other stuff. I bet you could have any hat in the city if you wanted."
Jack, who has been sitting on the table while David and Vansic talk, makes a mournful noise as David gets worked up about Dron again.
Jack looks between David and Vansic, a desperate hope that maybe this stranger might be able to help his master.
David Gearlock | Human | Artificer | Revenge Heist
Knox | Warforged | Cleric | Shadowthorn's Out of the Abyss
"I can think of only a few reasons you would be here." Jade says with a sentual twisting of her lips and a shift of her body. The motion giving her womanly assets a bit of a sway for him. With a throaty chuckle she sighs. "And I doubt if that is one of the more likely reasons." She gives the tiefling a look over. "I would like to believe you are here, in hopes of putting Dron in his place, but that is not overly likely either... So tell me, why seek me out?"
Phineas tilts his head and curiously studies the Teifling. After a moment he replies. He maintains the high born diction and aristocratic poise as best he can after this many ales. "You are mistaken my good man. The noblemen from Zelspar have departed this wretched city. I do not think we will see their likes again..." He trails off as he speaks, stumbling over his words and slurring as successive ales take their toll. "But what interest does one such as yourself have in Kenku royalty? Surely the Teiflings have enough princes and barons to occupy you?"
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"Oh, that was just the opening hand, my friend," Vansic says. "As it turns out, I am looking for a talented artificer. I've been...contracted by a wealthy and influential member of this fine city to ensure that our friend Curtis Dron understands some of the pain he has caused , if you get my meaning."
Vansic scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. "The thing is, what i have in mind won't be entirely on the up and up. I don't just need someone motivated and talented but someone who is...creative about the law."
Gin:
"Maybe after we're done with the second thing, we can take a crack at the first thing," Vansic says with a wink. "But you have the gist of it, yeah. I aim to show Dron himself in the mirror. And someone with your talents will make it easy to get into places that my plan will require. So...Jade...are you as...flexible...with the law as you are with your identity?"
Phineas:
"Oh, I haven't the slightest interest in kenku royalty," the tiefling says. "I'm just looking for the one who impersonated one so well. A smart, practiced con artist like that could be exceedingly valuable in turning the tables on Curtis Dron. And maybe turn a tidy profit in the process."
Jade looks Vansic over for a bit longer. She waves him to step inside and close the door. "So I guess I should not be surprised. You, of anyone, would be likely to link some of my identities together." She sighs, unconsciously, or seemingly at least, making her chest swell distractingly. "For the issues with my flexibility, with regard to the law, not the first thing..." She gives a soft husky chuckle. "I have no problems bending, or breaking, as many laws as needed, if it means getting a chance to finally show him up." She meets Vansic's eyes. Now all playfullness drops aside and the true shadowy figure known as Gin stands there wearing a female disguise. "Will you be funding this opperation though, I have some funds stashed away, but likely not enough for this sort of thing..."
Jafar arches an eyebrow but manages to keep the grin plastered on his face. "One always strives to do better, of course," he says, not yet sure exactly is happening and not wanting to commit to any real response quite yet. "What, exactly, do you have in mind?"
David looks up suddenly at Vansic's words about helping Dron understand the pain he has caused. David has a smile on his face, but his eyes have a look of hunger for revenge, instead of mirth, in them.
At Vansic's mention of needing to be flexible with the law, David's expression changes to one of caution.
"I don't do torture and I don't want any innocent bystanders hurt, no collateral damage. Otherwise, I'm flexible, especially for Dron."
David smiles again, but this time his eye's have the faraway look, of someone thinking about the future.
Jack notices David's mood lift and turns to Vansic.
"Έχεις κάνει τον αφέντη μου ευτυχισμένο, μου αρέσει ξένος."
"You have made my master happy, I like you stranger."
The tiny metallic humanoid jabbers on in a unknown language, but doesn't appear threatening.
David Gearlock | Human | Artificer | Revenge Heist
Knox | Warforged | Cleric | Shadowthorn's Out of the Abyss
Phineas cocks his head to the side a bit and his eyes focus more intently on the Tiefling.
“Good sir! You are in luck, for I am him! He is me!
Ah... but surely you already knew this, yes? Yes... Well done indeed!”
He puts down his ale, and suddenly bursts out to the bartender, “Barkeep! these libations will not do. Please take this away and bring me some coffee instead.”
He stands up and after wobbling a bit, extends his feathered hand “I am Phineas Finchbeak, and you have my full and undivided attention.”
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L’Ouverture Zinn: Kobold Sorcerer - Waterdeep: Dungeon of the Mad Mage
Titus Vorenus: Dragonborn Paladin - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
Nemean Goldenmane: Tabaxi Fighter - Lost Mine of Phandelver (Retired)
David:
"No, nothing like that," Vansic says with an easygoing chuckle. "In fact, I maintain a strict no-killing policy. I haven't broken it yet. No torture either. But I say too much in to public of a place. Meet me and the rest of the crew tomorrow night at the White Flamingo on the river. This token will grant you VIP access."
Garrol makes a lacquered wooden token appear seemingly from nowhere and hands it to David. He gives a curt bow of his head and gathers his odd pile of things, many of which David had not attended to yet. As the tiefling walks away, David sees a handsome payment for the work half completed on his stand.
Gin:
Vansic shakes his head, maintaining respectful eye contact. "No," he says. "But i do have a backer. He is putting up a lot of money to see that Curtis Dron gets his due."
Garrol Vansic makes a small wooden token seemingly appear from nowhere. He hands it over with a charismatic smile. "Show this at the White Flamingo club by the river. It will give you access to the VIP lounge. I'm assembling the crew tomorrow night."
And with as graceful an exit as is possible, the tiefling extracts himself from the doorway of the storage room and disappears from sight.
Phineas:
"I need a confidence man, Mr. Finchbeak" the tiefling says. "More than that, actually, but your talents could prove invaluable in throwing mud in Dron's eye."
The man doesn't say this with malice but he does say it with certainty, as if he has never failed in delivering a promise and this one won't be the first.
"I'm gathering a crew and, if you can sober up by tomorrow night, you're in," says the man. "We are meeting at the White Flamingo after supper. The token in your pocket will grant you VIP access. Do not bring any friends."
Jafar:
The man stops, a half-cocked grin on his handsome face. "Could you fool me, even I was looking for it?," he says, then lays down the bait as sure as Jafar ever did himself. "If you had another chance to fool Curtis Dron himself, could you do it?"
A lacquered wooden coin appears between the tiefling's fingers and rolls back and forth along his knuckles. He still looks uncertain about something, as if waiting for Jafar to convince him.
"Dron has taken from a lot of talented people," he says. "Those talents pointed at one singular goal...well, just consider me the talent scout in this analogy."
Gin stood there, staring from the token to the closed door. After a few moments he slid the token into the bodice of Jade's dress. If he was to make this meeting he had a lot to do... seemed a new face was going to be needed, one that would be the downfall of Curtis Dron.
Savra Silverstream walked up to the doors of the White Flamingo club the next evening. She was a lythe half-elf bard, with her lute case under one arm and her rapier at her other hip. She wore a rich and expensive woolen cloak, with golden thread sewn throughout in fanciful designs. Under the cloak she wore a set of studded leather armor, also of the highest quality. Her tunic, under the leathers was high quality and of a thick silk material.
Reaching the door to the club Savra brushed her long auburn hair behind a slightly-pointed ear as she smiled at one of the doormen. "I am expected." She informed them, her voice musical and alluring. Pulling out the token she handed it to one of the people stationed at the door.
David holds the token in hand as Vansic walks away, getting lost in the crowds. David notices the payment still sitting on the table and pockets it.
"Interesting one that one, and generous too."
David continues to turn the token over in his hand, thinking about the offer.
"Είναι καλός δάσκαλος? Σε κάνει ευτυχισμένο ξανά, μου αρέσει."
"It is good master? He makes you happy again, I like him."
Jack looks off in the direction that Vansic left.
"Yes, it is good."
David smiles, putting the token away, returning to the here and now, but not looking depressed as he was before.
The next night, David and Jack approach the White Flamingo, but stop a little ways off.
"Right, I think it best if you wait in the bag Jack, at least until we are inside."
Jack looks at David and jabbers excitedly.
"Μπορώ να παίξω?"
"Can I tinker?"
David give a contemplative expressing, as he considers.
"Yes, but only mechanical, no volatiles and no noise."
Jack swoops in excitedly, as David pulls at what appears to be an oversized belt. The "belt" pulls away from David's waist, revealing a larger space within, than should be possible, considering the outside. Jack plunges into the opening and David lets the elastic rim snap closed.
David presses on a circular disc-like part of his armour centred on his chest. The disc pops open and rotates down from a hinge at the bottom, revealing various mechanisms and controls inside. David flicks a few switches and a tiny illusion of David appears just above the disc. With a few more button presses and flicked switches the illusion changes from David as he appears in his armour, to David wearing slacks and a waist coat, with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows. Satisfied, David presses one last button and closes the disc up. With a shimmer of magical energy that runs down his body from head to foot, David is transformed from his armoured appearance, to the one the tiny illusion portrayed.
Now somewhat less intimidating and much more sophisticated looking, David approaches the White Flamingo, token in hand. David holds the token up for those guarding the entrance to see.
"VIP?"
David casts Disguise Self to appear better dressed for the occasion.
David Gearlock | Human | Artificer | Revenge Heist
Knox | Warforged | Cleric | Shadowthorn's Out of the Abyss
Jafar stares at the man for a moment, then waves at the coin the stranger had placed on the table. The coin rose up in the air and started rolling back and forth as if being rolled across the fingers of an invisible hand (Mage Hand). Meanwhile, his other hand makes another gesture out of sight. His voice (Minor Illusion) asks from behind the man, where another version of Jafar now stands (Silent Image), in a wary voice, "How do I know YOU don't work for the Don?".
Jafar:
The tiefling smiles at the flurry of illusions and magic. He nods in appreciation. At the question, his smile broadens and he wags his finger at Jafar. "Now you are the first one to ask me that," he says. "The short answer is that you don't...yet."
He tosses a lacquered wooden coin to Jafar. A stylized white flamingo is pained beneath the lacquer. "You'll hear the whole story tomorrow night at the White Flamingo. That will give you VIP access," he says. "And to provide you some assurance that I don't work for Curtis Dron..."
The tiefling leans his head towards his right shoulder, revealing a bright red circle on the left side of his neck. It is hard to tell from this distance but Jafar correctly infers it is a burn scar with the imprint of the queen's profile in its center. A heated coin was once pressed to this man's neck. It is Dron's mark of excommunication, reserved for the worst of his betrayers as well as his enemies.
"I almost got him," the tiefling says. "Almost. If he really knew how close I had come, he wouldn't have just branded me. I would be dead. This mark closes a lot of doors to me now, though, at least in Foxshadow."
The man nods, reminiscing. His eyes snap up to Jafar again. "It is a badge of honor to me. This is the mark of the man who will topple Curtis Dron."
The tiefling turns and leaves, hands in pockets. He melds into the crowd and disappears.
Gin and David:
Gin is the first to arrive, granted access easily by the bouncer and directed to an empty lounge at the end of a long hallway. The lounge is lush, decorated in reds and blacks with silver trim. A half-elven serving girl comes in and takes Gin's order.
David arrives a few minutes later to the same treatment. The lounge has several booths, all spaced apart from each other, as well as plush chairs and sofas. Small side tables dot the room for easy placement of drinks and food. The corner is reserved for a bard but is presently empty of any performer or equipment.
Jafar nods absently to himself as he watches the tiefling walk away. Before sleeping that night he absently plays with one of the rings on his finger, casting a Counterspell to be stored in the ring for later use if needed.
The next night he makes his way to the White Flamingo. Tonight he has taken on the appearance of a tiefling in honor of the mysterious stranger.