"The first thing I'll do after this, is head to your guild's establishment to become a member.

From the way you represent your guild's motto of secrecy, I am quite impressed. Nothing is more important than the client's privacy. Also, the perks really catches my attention."

Detective Krimple shows a smile at Leucis as he helps him carry some of the small sized cargo.

"I am really short on gold. Materials for spells are not cheap, specially for a traveller like me that has no constant source of income. I'll probably take a look around for a diamond around the town since that's the only thing I can afford for now."

The gnome puts down the cargo at the designated spot.

"I'm glad I had a good talk with you Sir Leucis, may fate let us see each other again in good circumstances. As for my other companions, I'll probably meet them later since this town is not that large like the Westgulf Tradepost."

     The more agitated of the two Goliath turns to Tadriel and hesitates a bit before continuing.

"Would you be able to find my brother, then? I don't have much, I wouldn't know what to give you... My word is my bond, though."

     He raises a fist and presses it against his chest.

"You would have my promise, I would make it worth your while."

     The other Goliath shoots him a look and continues back to their work.

     Leucis smiles at Krimple's words, joyed at his excitement to join the CTC, seeing a bit of his younger self in the Gnome.

"I'm sure the guild would love to have you."

     He reaches into his vest and rummages around a bit before pulling out a glimmering stone. He holds it to the light, inspecting it and tosses it your way. A small shining diamond lands in your hands.

"Consider this as a thank you for helping with the crates."

Tadriel extends a gracious bow, "As a fellow seeker of those lost, you have my word that I will find your brother. What can you tell me about him, where or when he went missing, and if there is anyonr suspected? Should we succeed, I only ask for your assistance in finding those I seek should you come across them."

After exchanging information, Tadriel turns to the other goliath, "You mentioned a treasure? Perhaps we can be of assistance in this as well?"

First of all Flaysteir moves towards the book shop. As he enters in hopes of finding something rather... unique, he looks over the shelves and behind the books. He walks through every corner of the bookshop trying to find anything magic-related or artifact-related as those are his prime interest, as well as anything generally interesting.

Darak walks around looking for any sign of his people, after seeing the others go off exploring he decides he will do the same, looking for somewhere to spend the night at the same time.

     The Goliath bows slightly to Tadriel.

"You have my thanks, friend. My brother shouldn't be hard to miss. There are few of us Goliath in these parts. He wears a bracer much like mine, it's something from our clan."

     He raises his wrist and you can see a rather plain looking metal bracer, but with a runic symbol and the word 'Vaimei-Laga' carved into the face of it. It looks worn, dirty and tarnished and made of solid steel.

"Like some folk in Blackmoore, he went searching for the treasure. He, too, has yet to come back."

     The Goliath puts an arm on his friend's shoulder and looks towards you.

"If you can bring him back, I promise to tell your lost ones of your tales. What is your name, Elf? You may call me, Paavu. This here is Uthal."

     Flaysteir enters 'The *****'s Lodge,' a library of local knowledge and lore of the immediate area. As he browses the shelves, turning over book after book, billowing forth from clouds of dust, he comes across one generic book after the other. Nothing stands out, but he is able to collect a few books that may have something interesting inside.

     The first being a leather bound book with a silver emblem on the front and 'The Call of Silence' printed on the inside. It's a book of commonly known artifacts, what they do and how to destroy them. There is a dusty black tome, wrapped in wrinkling dark leather with 'Shadowbound' printed on the interior. It contains names of locally known cults and who or what they worship. And one smaller sized tome. The cover has a strange symbol inset with a metallic gold color to it. Inside there is no name, just more strange symbols. At first glance, it looks like a language you've never seen.

     It's a valiant attempt, but a lost one at that. Darak doens't seem to be able to see any sign of his people in Blackmoore. It's a rather small village, he didn't have his hopes up too high. Through the bustling streets, Darak makes his way to 'The Dancing Demon.' The local Inn. The Inn stands two stories tall with small windows peeking through the rooftop, implying a third floor, or attic space. A small wooden sign hangs by the door with a crude drawing of a dancing fiendish figure on it. There are the main steps leading up to the front door, and an unkempt wooden staircase leading to the second story.

     The red sun on the horizon marks the hour. The sky changes from gold, to amber, to a brilliant orange-red color. It's sunset. Torches have been lit in preparation for the coming night. Just as the star winks out of sight over the silhouette of the town, the sky flashes red just as you remember when you were fighting in Westgulf Tradepost.

"Color me surprised Sir Leucis, and here I thought the halflings are the lucky ones. I appreciate your generosity but let me give you a bit of advice."

The gnome stands on his toes as he whispers on Leucis' ears while grinning.

"Giving someone a diamond in the middle of town makes people think your proposing to someone. I don't really swing that way but you don't know, time will tell."

Detective Krimple makes a stern face and starts to chuckle for a bit.

"I just want to humor you as I truly appreciate your gift. Time flies quickly when your having fun so I better be going now so I can apply for membership as soon as possible."

As the gnome walks towards the Celin Trading Company's guild establishment, the sky flashes red as the it gradually changes color from the sunset.

Flash of red light covers Flaysteir's face, as picks up all three of the books. At the same time he looks around to see if the establishment is populated with people except the owner.

"I am Tadriel the Wraith. Those I seek are Myschael and Shariel. We will begin our search for this treasure and search for clues of your brother. What can you tell me of the treasure?"

Darak walks in the front door of the Inn, studying the customers and the place as he does. Hell sit himself at a table capable of seating four if there is one, or at the bar.

     Dark makes his way inside the Inn. A pleasant Dwarf woman greets him.

"A table for four, aye? Expecting company?"

     She leads the way, motioning towards an empty booth towards the back. She leans over and lights the candle on the table.

"I'll be back in a bit, would you like anything while you wait?"

The Inn looks fairly full, not quite busy, but not dead either. There are a few barmaids cleaning up messes on the floor, apparently someone dropped all the ale they were carrying.

Upon seeing the bizzare event, Detective Krimple immediately hatches an improvised plan that will likely fail.

He whispers to himself, "Krimpledimple Humpledumple, make this count."

The gnome pulls his bottle of ink and 'accidentally' bumps and pours it towards that particular towns person.

"Oh good heavens! I am so sorry."

While everything was happening, Flaysteir took all three books and tried to swiftly place in his bag. He then quickly exited the shop and moved towards the Inn simulteniously trying to understand the nature of happening religion wise as Abbysal is the language of unholy.

"This comes to be an interesting adventure, and I don't think I can survive alone. I have to find them and consult them on this issue. And those three... creatures? Whatever they are, walking into a person is not a normal thing. But what is normal. With magic existing ecerything can be possible. And I have to learn arcane ways, at least try as I am not the smartest. May be acquire something's help, as I believe not practicing magic in this world will not take me far. In fact I may want to remember the person's face.", Flaysteir thinks all of these thoughts to himself as he walks towards the Inn scanning and trying to remember the townfolks face.

Tadriel stands frozen as he witnesses the strange event unfold. His body felt numb, as though his mind had slipped the bonds to his body and drifted into some strange nightmare. When it was done, he did not even notice Detective Krimple bumping into the man. He just rushed through the street, ducking in and out of the crowd, mumbling incessantly about "Minions of Shadow".

Darak smiles at the dwarven woman serving in the tavern "I'd thought I wouldn't find any of our kind here, it does my heart good to see another dwarf. And yes, I'm expecting a few friends to join me soon, but while they investigate the town I thought I would get an ale and if it isn't too much trouble ask whether or not you might know where a group of adventurous types might find some work?"

Pausing for a moment he adds "My manners are terrible, I apologise. Darak Keenedge, priest of Moradin at your service." 

     Detective Krimple comes up with a seemingly brilliant plan and mistakenly bumps into the man that was touched during the... Event. The large Human man, with a belly hanging over his waistline glares at him as he does so. He grunts,

"Watch your step, Gnome!"

     The man scoffs rudely and continues on his way.

     Flaysteir grabs the books and checks them out. The Gnomish book keeper shoots him an odd look as he logs which tomes he's taken. Not for the type of books, per se, but the expression on his face. The elderly Gnome woman scribbles down the names and date and then curiously looks up towards him afterward.

"My, you- you look like you've seen a ghost, young man!"

     Tadriel hastily makes his way through the street, rambling on about the creatures as if he'd just woken up from a horrible nightmare. Jostling his way through the crowd, he ends up in front of the Inn. Inside the grimy window, he can see the orange glow of the fireplace and candles lit on wooden tables for those who are seated. Among them, a familiar face: Darak. He seems to be sitting pleasantly at a booth with enough room for three others, talking to a Dwarven woman.

     The woman smiles at Darak heartily.

"Ah, so new in town are ye. Well, not much for the adventuring type 'round these parts, but there are rumors of a lost fortune out in the woods to the Northwest. Sometimes people decide to go look for it."

     She laughs a bit.

"Bit of an urban legend. You and your friends would be rightly famous if you were to find it, I can tell you that much."

     As she turns to go fetch the drink, she looks back and shouts,

"Pleased to meet ya, I'm Esmerelda, but everyone just calls me Essy."

"Maybe we'll try and find this mysterious treasure if nothing else turns up. My thanks, Essy."

Darak then sits back, enjoying a little quiet time, waits for his beer and looks over the other patrons observing their interactions. 

The gnome hurries next to the large man and attempts to persuade the large bellied human.

"Please sir, let me redeem myself by inviting you to dinner at a nearby tavern."

Detective Krimpledimple points towards the inn he saw Darak entered.

Flaysteir walks into the tavern and sits near Darak. He takes out the book about artifacts and proceeded to reading it.

"Greetings friends. May I get a cup of tea and something to dine with please? Darak will you eat anything? Oh , excuse me my name is Flaysteir Greycloud, this tavern is lovely.", after woman walks away he speaks to Darak,"I found a job in the town if you and others are interested, i mean i think we would make a pretty good mercenary team. Anyway the job is to hunt criminals of the city I would guess. What do you think?"

"I've heard worse plans, and yes I think we worked well together. I'm surprised there is enough crime in a place this size to warrent it but I don't know much about the surface folks. The dwarven woman who works here told me about a rumour of lost treasure in the woods northwest of here. Its another thing we could try." Darak drinks his ale and continues. “Have you seen the other two? I didn't see another Inn so hopefully they'll meet us here soon."