Obsben smiled brightly and even gave a small curtsy, seeming glad to hear her offer had been well taken by the Lord Sage. "I will be most certain to let them know."She further assured the man. From there on, she'd been content to let things play themselves out, listening intently and watching far more closely too interactions then her otherwise passive state would seem to imply to others.
The matter of cut of the coin and so forth were things to be brought up later. And though she'd spare the scale a long look as conversation winded down towards the party's departure, the lightling ultimately says nothing, and merely gave the Lord and Scribe Master a parting bow before making ready to pick up her beasts and depart the building.
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With the transfer of knowledge and prisoner coming to a close, CRAP collects their payment and pets and make their way outside, this time being trusted to only be guided to the front gate by far-away observers instead of an escort.
Waiting for the team outside is a retinue of no less than a dozen Brokengulf guards, all surrounding the extremely elegantly dressed regent of the noble house, Lord Ekmong. The regal tiefling with crimson complexion holds a pipe in one hand and waits for the party to approach. It is nearly impossible for passersby not to stop and stare at the display.
"Chaotic Relief Adventuring Party. House Brokengulf welcomes your success. Come. Approach. Share the details of your adventure!"
@Obsben:
Keeping your head on a swivel, you spot Harper among the crowd.
Approaching the House Brokengulf guards, Utar nods his greeting to Ekmong. Casting an eye about himself on the streets, he raises an eyebrow before asking, "Are you sure you want to debrief here?"
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After scratching at her neck with some intensity, Obsben at least had the decency afterwards to look a little sheepish and avert her gaze. But following Utar's question, she just couldn't help but nodded enthusiastically in agreement. "I will say the warm greetings are most appreciated, sir. Though I hope we haven't pulled you away from anything too important." She adds politely, but regarded him with some small degree of suspicion and curiosity.
-Insight: 15. (Just to get a general feel for Lord Ekmong's underlying mood)
-Investigation: 30. (To try and determine if he's under some kind of illusion)
@Lerus:
The scratch at her neck was her signaling a 'Talk later. Things rough.'
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Graxx chooses his words carefully as Utar brought his attention.
Graxx gives a mid-level bow.
"Greetings, Lord Ekmong. We have much to tell. Ancient dangers have been eliminated. Blood has been spilled. Mercy has been shown. All who live in the area are safer now that these deeds have been done." says Graxx.
Graxx nods to Utar and then lowers his voice.
"Utar is right... Some things common folk are better off just not knowing. Some of them couldn't sleep knowing some of the things we have seen even exist." says Graxx.
Ekmong looks annoyed at Utar's question: "You asked me to meet you here, did you not? Why did you do so if you did not have a proper meeting plan? Disappointing." The tiefling looks around for another member of CRAP who can hopefully provide a solution. Obsben's show of respect/fear/reverence is acknowledged with only the slightest of nods. It is Graxx's broad-stroke summary that gets the noble regent's attention again. "Very well. Follow me."he responds while gesturing towards Mantor's Library.
There is no attempt to stop Lord Ekmong at the gate or check his credentials. No password is needed. The gates open well in advance of his approach and remain that way until he, his retinue, and all of CRAP are back inside. Ekmong seems to know where he is going, entering a hall on his way to another and then finding a room with a large table, plenty or art on the walls, and no other person inside. He sits at the head of the table as his retinue takes their well-practiced positions behind him, alongside the walls, and just outside the chamber's door. "Now, sit and debrief," he orders.
@Obsben:
Before re-entering the library, you look over your shoulder again and notice that Harper is gone.
Ekmong is in a good mood, as he knows that the mission has succeeded and that his trust in CRAP has paid off. His annoyance with the lack of a meeting plan is only momentary. The delivery of details surrounding the good news should make him happy again.
You fathom no illusion in his appearance or demeanor.
Obsben hadn't needed to be told twice. After the whole revelation made by Ekmong earlier, to which she'd shot Utar with a flat 'really dude?' look at the time, the lightling was in no state of mind to deny the request. That said, short of in the event she's called forth more directly to help furnish details, any and all explanations are left to the rest of the members of CRAP.
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Utar couldn't supress his smile. "Ekmong, we're trying to be a more reliable and orderly advernturing party, but if you ask us to do something, you have to accept a degree of us flying by the seat of our pants!"
Remembering the dozen armed guards and the fact that Ekmong likely wasn't one for jokes just yet, he tries to remember that he was once a soldier and expected to debrief his superiors. Adopting a tone that is clear and to the point, Utar takes the lead and lets Graxx and Neya and Obsben jump in whenever they feel like they can.
"We tracked Spernik to the lair of the Circle of the Scale, a group of druids who claimed to be able to control dragons. Whether they could or not, we don't know, we don't think they could. They did have a dragon scale, reportedly from Tiamat herself, that the Cult of the Dragon were aiming to capture and present to a potential ally. We captured the scale, defeating the former leader of the Circle of the Scale who had become undead in the hopes of always being able to protect the scale from interlopers. We also captured Spernik, his research, the books stolen from the library itself and some artifacts on the circle that the Lord Sage requested. Spernik is part of the Cult of the Dragon, although fairly low ranking by all accounts. He is being held here and will be available for questioning should you require it and you may want to discuss the scale itself directly with the Lord Sage for further study and cleansing. It is by all accounts magical in nature, although additional layers of magic were noted upon examination that are not clear at the moment."
“Considering Spernik was ordered to take the scale to said dragon, himself, I don’t think it’s too far out of the realm of possibility that it may be somewhere in the Moonsea area.” Neya adds. “According to his journals and some nighttime utterances, the dragon’s name is Scorlworyx.”
"I have no proof but if they are seeking to gain an alliance with Scorlworyx then I can only assume this scale isn't their only strategy for doing so..." says Graxx.
Graxx sighs.
"After seeing what a Dragon did before I know we do not want this alliance to come to pass."
Graxx eyes harden.
"Would you have any more leads on where more members of the Cult may be at this time. We need to keep striking them to stop this madness before it progresses." asks Graxx.
"Very well..." is as much of an apology as Utar gets from Ekmong. The half-orc responds by joining the tiefling on the table alongside the rest of CRAP and summarizing the last six or so days with remarkable efficiency. Neya adds some detail at the end of the summary, earning a comment from Ekmong: "The Moonsea is replete with dragons. I wouldn't be surprised if you are right."
Turning to then comment on the entire summary, Ekmong continues: "I had a feeling the Cult of the Dragon had its hand in this as well. It seems their group is involved in everything surrounding Phlan these days. Though our continued efforts have hindered them and their many allies, I am afraid their influence and growth outpaces us all. We should count ourselves lucky they seem to yet be in their information gathering and artifact collecting phase, for that grants us some time to plan and room to breath. Stay sharp and we might yet get the upper hand."
He sighs, thinks for a moment, and adds: "Let the Lord Sage deal with his low-level thief and study his ancient relic. I am sure the Cult has other avenues they are pursuing; we should focus on those." He looks at Graxx, indicating his last sentence shows agreement with the tribesman's own way of thinking. Attempting to answer Graxx's question on other leads, Ekmong ponders aloud: "Claugiyliamatar, Scorlworyx, Vorgansharax, Rythnax, and undoubtedly others... maybe Tiamat herself! I have no leads at the moment but should you get a chance to kill any of these flying scourges, do not hesitate."
Switching gears, he speaks on: "You did a fantastic job in completing the task you were assigned and upholding House Brokengulf's reputation. Though you may have been conscripted into service, you have shown professionalism in seeing it to the end; a great improvement relative to the circumstances that led to our meeting. Add some grand-scale strategic planning and social etiquette and we might make courtiers out of you yet. Your debt is not yet paid but whatever is left of the patronage House Brokengulf gave you in funding this mission is yours to keep."Ekmong raises a hand slowly, delivering a waited signal to one of his attendants. She approaches the table with a small chest in her hands. "Consider this not a payment for services rendered but a gift of good faith. I'll be in touch."
With that, Ekmong leaves the chamber and his retinue follows. CRAP is left alone with the gifted chest.
(OOC: Feel free to interact with Ekmong before he ultimately departs.)
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Utar raises an eyebrow at the mention of the other dragons. "Care to elaborate on the other dragons, Ekmong? Do we know their interests or have any indication on the locations of their lairs?"
Apart from fidgeting a bit in her seat in what some CRAP members might recognize as an eagerness on Obby's part to put pen to paper, Obsben remained relatively content to silently absorbing all that she can instead for propriety's sake, if nothing else. Just as soon as he leaves though all bets were off as Obby practically slams her journal down on the table in her hurry to start committing memory to paper. Though she does pause at one point to ponder aloud: "Are dragons afraid of wordapies?"
But after a moment or two, she just shrugs and went back to scribbling down her notes as the party either further discussed things/looked into their gift.
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“We certainly have ire of Claugiyliamatar after ousting it from the Quivering Forest.” Neya says, thinking back to the familiar name. “Not a lot concrete, connects Phlan to this Cult activity. Only vague references to some pool.”
Ekmong looks at Utar and nods, letting Neya remind the party of its previous encounter with Claugiyliamatar. He adds: "As far as we know, Claugiyliamatar's lair is on the Sword Coast, as is House Brokengulf's original seat. As the late Lord Valero Brokengulf explained to you, he believed Claugiyliamatar had sent her offspring to the Moonsea once House Brokengulf established roots in Phlan. The House and Old Gnawbones, as she is also known, have a long lasting rivalry of sorts, though I must admit this rivalry can feel quite one-sided at times. Lord Valero was convinced Claugiyliamatar's offspring was sent here to continue terrorizing House Brokengulf. He spent years collecting information and allies to join him in what he hoped would be a final strike against Claugiyliamatar's offspring. Then, in the days leading to the planned attack, he learned that the green dragon hiding in the Quivering Forest was Claugiyliamatar herself. She had lured Lord Valero in, allowing him to believe he would be facing a younger dragon, and the Lord was stubborn enough to not let that revelation deter him. The attack was mostly successful, (you know, since you were there), but it was far from a final victory over Claugiyliamatar and her many new allies, now including the Cult of the Dragon. She has been biding her time since then, licking her wounds, but I am sure we'll hear from her soon enough."
"I have since learned through my own network that the whole bit about Claugiyliamatar's progeny was not entirely a ruse. She does, in fact, have at least one dragonling under her wings, though I cannot ascertain exactly how old this second green dragon might be or how it might be involved in her plans. She is deceitful and manipulative, and we can only deduce that her offspring is too. All I know is that the offspring in male, had its own near-fatal rivalry with a Bronze dragon, and that he goes by the name Vorgansharax, the Maimed Virulence. If Claugiyliamatar is involved with the Cult of the dragon, it is safe to assume Vorgansharax is too."
"Scorlworyx, the Scorching Wind, is a red dragon who has called the Moonsea Region home for many years. As far as I know she has remained dormant for quite a long time. I heard her name for the first time in a long time today, when you brought it up. You seem to know more about the Scorching Wind than I do."
"Finally, Rythnax is a nuisance of a younger black dragon. He is brash and boastful, and seems to lair somewhere in the region as well. I wouldn't be surprised if the Cult has made contact with Rythnax by now."
"Of course, this is not an exhaustive list of all dragons who call the Moonsea Region home or who might be involved in the Cult's plot, but these are the names I have been able to uncover for now. My research must continue."
After the conversation ends, Ekmong leaves (as described in the previous post). Graxx shows appreciation for the alliance between CRAP and House Brokengulf as the noble regent leaves. Obsben takes notes furiously at her earliest opportunity, while the rest of the group opens the small gifted chest left on the table. It contains 500 platinum pieces.
As the chest opens, it feels as though Utar's face is bathed in light. He whistles, obviously impressed. It's the kind of whistle that says 'That. Is. A. Lot. Of. Money.'
Unable to help himself from running through a list of his likely expenses, not least the repair of his armour, maybe some new weapons, or magical items, furniture for the Leadstopper Place...
Chastising himself for falling victim to his own greed, Utar mentally revises his list. This money would do a lot of good for the needy of the city. While they might not be suffering under a dragon attack, there is suffering here nonetheless.
"Hmm, I reckon we might be best heading off home? Obsben, you can likely stay in Doozey's room again if you'd like? That sound like a plan to the rest of you?"
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Utar nods along as the Lord Sage speaks, and then shakes his head to indicate no further questions when the opportunity arises.
Obsben smiled brightly and even gave a small curtsy, seeming glad to hear her offer had been well taken by the Lord Sage. "I will be most certain to let them know." She further assured the man. From there on, she'd been content to let things play themselves out, listening intently and watching far more closely too interactions then her otherwise passive state would seem to imply to others.
The matter of cut of the coin and so forth were things to be brought up later. And though she'd spare the scale a long look as conversation winded down towards the party's departure, the lightling ultimately says nothing, and merely gave the Lord and Scribe Master a parting bow before making ready to pick up her beasts and depart the building.
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Graxx pauses for a moment and thinks of asking a favor but decides the gold is enough.
"Thank you all. I will take my leave now." says Graxx.
Graxx will go to meet those who have gathered outside.
“Thank you, and wish you the best with your research.” Neya says. She then leaves the library.
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With the transfer of knowledge and prisoner coming to a close, CRAP collects their payment and pets and make their way outside, this time being trusted to only be guided to the front gate by far-away observers instead of an escort.
Waiting for the team outside is a retinue of no less than a dozen Brokengulf guards, all surrounding the extremely elegantly dressed regent of the noble house, Lord Ekmong. The regal tiefling with crimson complexion holds a pipe in one hand and waits for the party to approach. It is nearly impossible for passersby not to stop and stare at the display.
"Chaotic Relief Adventuring Party. House Brokengulf welcomes your success. Come. Approach. Share the details of your adventure!"
@Obsben:
Keeping your head on a swivel, you spot Harper among the crowd.
Approaching the House Brokengulf guards, Utar nods his greeting to Ekmong. Casting an eye about himself on the streets, he raises an eyebrow before asking, "Are you sure you want to debrief here?"
After scratching at her neck with some intensity, Obsben at least had the decency afterwards to look a little sheepish and avert her gaze. But following Utar's question, she just couldn't help but nodded enthusiastically in agreement. "I will say the warm greetings are most appreciated, sir. Though I hope we haven't pulled you away from anything too important." She adds politely, but regarded him with some small degree of suspicion and curiosity.
-Insight: 15. (Just to get a general feel for Lord Ekmong's underlying mood)
-Investigation: 30. (To try and determine if he's under some kind of illusion)
@Lerus:
The scratch at her neck was her signaling a 'Talk later. Things rough.'
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Graxx chooses his words carefully as Utar brought his attention.
Graxx gives a mid-level bow.
"Greetings, Lord Ekmong. We have much to tell. Ancient dangers have been eliminated. Blood has been spilled. Mercy has been shown. All who live in the area are safer now that these deeds have been done." says Graxx.
Graxx nods to Utar and then lowers his voice.
"Utar is right... Some things common folk are better off just not knowing. Some of them couldn't sleep knowing some of the things we have seen even exist." says Graxx.
Ekmong looks annoyed at Utar's question: "You asked me to meet you here, did you not? Why did you do so if you did not have a proper meeting plan? Disappointing." The tiefling looks around for another member of CRAP who can hopefully provide a solution. Obsben's show of respect/fear/reverence is acknowledged with only the slightest of nods. It is Graxx's broad-stroke summary that gets the noble regent's attention again. "Very well. Follow me." he responds while gesturing towards Mantor's Library.
There is no attempt to stop Lord Ekmong at the gate or check his credentials. No password is needed. The gates open well in advance of his approach and remain that way until he, his retinue, and all of CRAP are back inside. Ekmong seems to know where he is going, entering a hall on his way to another and then finding a room with a large table, plenty or art on the walls, and no other person inside. He sits at the head of the table as his retinue takes their well-practiced positions behind him, alongside the walls, and just outside the chamber's door. "Now, sit and debrief," he orders.
@Obsben:
Before re-entering the library, you look over your shoulder again and notice that Harper is gone.
Ekmong is in a good mood, as he knows that the mission has succeeded and that his trust in CRAP has paid off. His annoyance with the lack of a meeting plan is only momentary. The delivery of details surrounding the good news should make him happy again.
You fathom no illusion in his appearance or demeanor.
Obsben hadn't needed to be told twice. After the whole revelation made by Ekmong earlier, to which she'd shot Utar with a flat 'really dude?' look at the time, the lightling was in no state of mind to deny the request. That said, short of in the event she's called forth more directly to help furnish details, any and all explanations are left to the rest of the members of CRAP.
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Utar couldn't supress his smile. "Ekmong, we're trying to be a more reliable and orderly advernturing party, but if you ask us to do something, you have to accept a degree of us flying by the seat of our pants!"
Remembering the dozen armed guards and the fact that Ekmong likely wasn't one for jokes just yet, he tries to remember that he was once a soldier and expected to debrief his superiors. Adopting a tone that is clear and to the point, Utar takes the lead and lets Graxx and Neya and Obsben jump in whenever they feel like they can.
"We tracked Spernik to the lair of the Circle of the Scale, a group of druids who claimed to be able to control dragons. Whether they could or not, we don't know, we don't think they could. They did have a dragon scale, reportedly from Tiamat herself, that the Cult of the Dragon were aiming to capture and present to a potential ally. We captured the scale, defeating the former leader of the Circle of the Scale who had become undead in the hopes of always being able to protect the scale from interlopers. We also captured Spernik, his research, the books stolen from the library itself and some artifacts on the circle that the Lord Sage requested. Spernik is part of the Cult of the Dragon, although fairly low ranking by all accounts. He is being held here and will be available for questioning should you require it and you may want to discuss the scale itself directly with the Lord Sage for further study and cleansing. It is by all accounts magical in nature, although additional layers of magic were noted upon examination that are not clear at the moment."
“Considering Spernik was ordered to take the scale to said dragon, himself, I don’t think it’s too far out of the realm of possibility that it may be somewhere in the Moonsea area.” Neya adds. “According to his journals and some nighttime utterances, the dragon’s name is Scorlworyx.”
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Graxx recoils a bit at the name of the dragon.
"I have no proof but if they are seeking to gain an alliance with Scorlworyx then I can only assume this scale isn't their only strategy for doing so..." says Graxx.
Graxx sighs.
"After seeing what a Dragon did before I know we do not want this alliance to come to pass."
Graxx eyes harden.
"Would you have any more leads on where more members of the Cult may be at this time. We need to keep striking them to stop this madness before it progresses." asks Graxx.
"Very well..." is as much of an apology as Utar gets from Ekmong. The half-orc responds by joining the tiefling on the table alongside the rest of CRAP and summarizing the last six or so days with remarkable efficiency. Neya adds some detail at the end of the summary, earning a comment from Ekmong: "The Moonsea is replete with dragons. I wouldn't be surprised if you are right."
Turning to then comment on the entire summary, Ekmong continues: "I had a feeling the Cult of the Dragon had its hand in this as well. It seems their group is involved in everything surrounding Phlan these days. Though our continued efforts have hindered them and their many allies, I am afraid their influence and growth outpaces us all. We should count ourselves lucky they seem to yet be in their information gathering and artifact collecting phase, for that grants us some time to plan and room to breath. Stay sharp and we might yet get the upper hand."
He sighs, thinks for a moment, and adds: "Let the Lord Sage deal with his low-level thief and study his ancient relic. I am sure the Cult has other avenues they are pursuing; we should focus on those." He looks at Graxx, indicating his last sentence shows agreement with the tribesman's own way of thinking. Attempting to answer Graxx's question on other leads, Ekmong ponders aloud: "Claugiyliamatar, Scorlworyx, Vorgansharax, Rythnax, and undoubtedly others... maybe Tiamat herself! I have no leads at the moment but should you get a chance to kill any of these flying scourges, do not hesitate."
Switching gears, he speaks on: "You did a fantastic job in completing the task you were assigned and upholding House Brokengulf's reputation. Though you may have been conscripted into service, you have shown professionalism in seeing it to the end; a great improvement relative to the circumstances that led to our meeting. Add some grand-scale strategic planning and social etiquette and we might make courtiers out of you yet. Your debt is not yet paid but whatever is left of the patronage House Brokengulf gave you in funding this mission is yours to keep." Ekmong raises a hand slowly, delivering a waited signal to one of his attendants. She approaches the table with a small chest in her hands. "Consider this not a payment for services rendered but a gift of good faith. I'll be in touch."
With that, Ekmong leaves the chamber and his retinue follows. CRAP is left alone with the gifted chest.
(OOC: Feel free to interact with Ekmong before he ultimately departs.)
Utar raises an eyebrow at the mention of the other dragons. "Care to elaborate on the other dragons, Ekmong? Do we know their interests or have any indication on the locations of their lairs?"
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Apart from fidgeting a bit in her seat in what some CRAP members might recognize as an eagerness on Obby's part to put pen to paper, Obsben remained relatively content to silently absorbing all that she can instead for propriety's sake, if nothing else. Just as soon as he leaves though all bets were off as Obby practically slams her journal down on the table in her hurry to start committing memory to paper. Though she does pause at one point to ponder aloud: "Are dragons afraid of wordapies?"
But after a moment or two, she just shrugs and went back to scribbling down her notes as the party either further discussed things/looked into their gift.
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**After the conversation is complete.**
Graxx gives a bow and motions to the chest.
"Thank you for calling on us to complete this task. I welcome the opportunity to deal a blow against this cult."
Graxx without a smile and very serious states.
"I look forward to the next time you call upon us. May our paths stay aligned against all forces of evil."
“We certainly have ire of Claugiyliamatar after ousting it from the Quivering Forest.” Neya says, thinking back to the familiar name. “Not a lot concrete, connects Phlan to this Cult activity. Only vague references to some pool.”
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Ekmong looks at Utar and nods, letting Neya remind the party of its previous encounter with Claugiyliamatar. He adds: "As far as we know, Claugiyliamatar's lair is on the Sword Coast, as is House Brokengulf's original seat. As the late Lord Valero Brokengulf explained to you, he believed Claugiyliamatar had sent her offspring to the Moonsea once House Brokengulf established roots in Phlan. The House and Old Gnawbones, as she is also known, have a long lasting rivalry of sorts, though I must admit this rivalry can feel quite one-sided at times. Lord Valero was convinced Claugiyliamatar's offspring was sent here to continue terrorizing House Brokengulf. He spent years collecting information and allies to join him in what he hoped would be a final strike against Claugiyliamatar's offspring. Then, in the days leading to the planned attack, he learned that the green dragon hiding in the Quivering Forest was Claugiyliamatar herself. She had lured Lord Valero in, allowing him to believe he would be facing a younger dragon, and the Lord was stubborn enough to not let that revelation deter him. The attack was mostly successful, (you know, since you were there), but it was far from a final victory over Claugiyliamatar and her many new allies, now including the Cult of the Dragon. She has been biding her time since then, licking her wounds, but I am sure we'll hear from her soon enough."
"I have since learned through my own network that the whole bit about Claugiyliamatar's progeny was not entirely a ruse. She does, in fact, have at least one dragonling under her wings, though I cannot ascertain exactly how old this second green dragon might be or how it might be involved in her plans. She is deceitful and manipulative, and we can only deduce that her offspring is too. All I know is that the offspring in male, had its own near-fatal rivalry with a Bronze dragon, and that he goes by the name Vorgansharax, the Maimed Virulence. If Claugiyliamatar is involved with the Cult of the dragon, it is safe to assume Vorgansharax is too."
"Scorlworyx, the Scorching Wind, is a red dragon who has called the Moonsea Region home for many years. As far as I know she has remained dormant for quite a long time. I heard her name for the first time in a long time today, when you brought it up. You seem to know more about the Scorching Wind than I do."
"Finally, Rythnax is a nuisance of a younger black dragon. He is brash and boastful, and seems to lair somewhere in the region as well. I wouldn't be surprised if the Cult has made contact with Rythnax by now."
"Of course, this is not an exhaustive list of all dragons who call the Moonsea Region home or who might be involved in the Cult's plot, but these are the names I have been able to uncover for now. My research must continue."
After the conversation ends, Ekmong leaves (as described in the previous post). Graxx shows appreciation for the alliance between CRAP and House Brokengulf as the noble regent leaves. Obsben takes notes furiously at her earliest opportunity, while the rest of the group opens the small gifted chest left on the table. It contains 500 platinum pieces.
As the chest opens, it feels as though Utar's face is bathed in light. He whistles, obviously impressed. It's the kind of whistle that says 'That. Is. A. Lot. Of. Money.'
Unable to help himself from running through a list of his likely expenses, not least the repair of his armour, maybe some new weapons, or magical items, furniture for the Leadstopper Place...
Chastising himself for falling victim to his own greed, Utar mentally revises his list. This money would do a lot of good for the needy of the city. While they might not be suffering under a dragon attack, there is suffering here nonetheless.
"Hmm, I reckon we might be best heading off home? Obsben, you can likely stay in Doozey's room again if you'd like? That sound like a plan to the rest of you?"