Taiga points to the smoking chimney and says, “I think there’s someone at home.” But she feels shy to knock on a total stranger’s door when there are more experienced persons around.
Carina is relieved to see that there is a trail leading to another cabin. We must find what the burglar was after and if they still have it.
As Ragnus dons Urgon's dwarven-sized splint mail, she nods in solemn approval. "It suits you. I think he would have wanted you to have it."
As they approach the interloper's cabin, she blows a quick, inspiring chord on her harmonica. She takes a breath, drawing some liquid courage from Brix's fiery concoction that she had imbibed earlier and reaching for her aunt Lyra's renowned persuasive charm. Carina notes the smoke coming from the chimney indicating a warm fire on the hearth within and decides on a verbal approach to take. Her knock is firm but friendly.
"Hello friend. You must have known we would come, with the tracks you left from Urgon Wenth's home. We can do this the hard way, breaking down your door, barging in with our weapons, and letting all this cold air in to ruin your warm cabin and blazing fire. Or you could let us in and we can chat like reasonable people. We are not here to apprehend or punish you. We seek information, and I for one cannot fathom why you would not give it to us."
Ragnus nods towards Carina when she remarks that the armor suits him well. A small smile creeps onto his face as he watches Carina address the door of the cabin.
After a beat of silence, the door to the cabin opens. A Dwarven woman stands on the other side, her expression swirling with conflict. She stares daggers at Carina, but a shiver suddenly wracks her body and she clutches her wooden door for support. There, on her arm, bulging blue veins scrawl their way across her skin — reaching to her hands, up her neck, and onto her face. She's wrapped herself in blankets, but still she shivers. Finally, Tulgi Lutan steps aside, with a growled, "Come in, then."
As your characters step inside the cabin, the heat within hits you like the blow of a hammer, smothering. In the center of the room, a table is set with neatly stacked dishes, tools, and utensils. The scent of a simmering soup wafts from a pot that hangs within a roaring fireplace. Another fire burns in an iron brazier at the opposite end of the cabin, filling the air with a smoky haze. Tulgi returns to her bed near the brazier, sitting upon her sheets with a defiant glare. "Information. What is it you want, then?" she asks.
Carina steps inside the cabin and politely ensures that the door is closed behind her and whoever else enters with her - so as to keep in the heat for Tulgi, who is clearly suffering from the same icy disease that had taken Urgon Wenth's life, just as Elro Aldataur had said she was. Sweat threatens to spring from Carina's pores, and the smoke from the fires makes her want to cough, but she is unfazed, thinking sadly of her own dwarven father.
Treating Tulgi's defiant glare as if it were no more than an amiable smile, Carina observes. "You have it. Urgon's icy disease." Not a question. What am I doing here,Carina thinks to herself suddenly, I could be catching it from her this very moment! She schools her body and face to unflinching stillness.
"You must have ransacked his home after you had caught this frigid blue sickness or else your tracks would have been covered in snow by now. So what were you looking for in there? Valuables from his travels? Gold? An antidote? Do you know everything that he brought back? Tell us."
Carina's voice is firm but gentle despite her probing questions. "I am Carina Ravenscale and my companions can introduce themselves. Perhaps you can see that we seek the cure too. As such, we may be your last hope, Tulgi." She lets her final statement hang in the smoky air.
Taiga enters with Carina, half intimidated herself by Carina’s rough approach. “Taiga,” she greets Tulgi with a nod when she steps inside. She waits for Carina to finish her questions and for Tulgi to answer if she will. Then, in a moment of pause, she locks eyes with Tulgi and says with a sorry expression, “I’m sorry for your loss, I think you were close to Urgon. So was I. He was a great person and he was taken much too soon by this forsaken illness.” She pauses, then continues, “How are you? I gather from how warm it is in here, that you feel cold and can’t banish the feeling no matter how much you heat up the fire. Let us help you,” she finally pleads.
"I was looking for a cure for this shit," Tulgi replies to Carina, tugging her blankets tighter around her shoulders. The Dwarven woman appears defensive, and as though she really hated allowing your characters into her cabin. She makes no attempt to hide the anger in her eyes as her gaze darts between the Warlock and Taiga. "And why are you looking for it, huh? If Wenth didn't have it, I'm sure you couldn't find the antidote any better than I could." After responding to Carina, Tulgi turns her attention to the Fighter — letting out a snort at her solemn expression. "Close to Urgon? I didn't give a rabbit's ass about him. If it wasn't for that fool, I wouldn't have the same illness that killed him." The dwarf lets out a cough, glaring bitterly at your characters. "I don't need your pity or your help. And I owe you nothing."
Taiga is taken aback by Tulgi’s reaction. “You’re right you owe us nothing but we also don’t do this for us,” she shakes her head. “We didn’t only look for a remedy but also for a clue of what we’re dealing with in order to find an antidote or some other solution for this disaster. It looks like you’re already determined to give up, though, but we aren’t giving in.” “How can you fault Urgon for your affliction? Can’t imagine he bit you, now, did he? So if you haven’t been close to him, how did he infect you? With a scornful look?”
Watching all of this unfold, Ragnus can't keep quiet any longer. He steps forward and grumbles "Enough! I won't have ya disparagin' my great uncle! Aye, you're in dire straits that ain't a lie. We want ta help if we can, but we need ta know how you two are connected."
"We aren't connected," Tulgi Lutan growls in response to Ragnus. The Dwarven woman shrinks back a bit after being scolded by him and Taiga, and she draws her blankets close around herself and coughs again. For the moment, she appears resigned to her fate — both to share what she knows with the party, and to die afterwards of the icy sickness. Her anger ebbs. "I waited for him to sell his treasures from Eiselcross to Pelc's Curiosities, and then nabbed them for myself. Gave most of what I found to my sister, save for a nice dagger. But then I fell ill soon afterward, with the same damn disease that killed Wenth. Must be one of those 'treasures' he found, passed it to the both of us. I searched his cabin for a cure or some other secret hidden there, but as you can tell, I had no luck. I doubt you'll find anything, either. I'm going to freeze and die, just like him." Her harsh gaze lowers, and she stares through the smoky haze at her floorboards, rather than the eyes of your characters. Tulgi looks defeated.
Carina stares intently at Tulgi, not unfriendly, but not wavering. The dark harmonica around her throat seems to drink the firelight.
"Aye, you might freeze and die," Carina answers evenly, "But you have not finished doing so yet. As I said, Tulgi, we are your only chance, remote though you think it is. You may owe us nothing, but it also costs you nothing to tell us what you know, and it might gain you everything."
"It is clear you are a thief, but we are no grassblades, here to judge or apprehend you. Rather, we are charged with protecting the town from this illness. So the source is one of the treasures that Urgon brought back? And he sold them to Pelc's Curiosities?"
Carina glances significantly at the others. Another location or person for us to investigate here in Palebank Village? She turns back to Tulgi.
"And then you stole them. If the source of the disease is the dagger you kept, it is safest with you. But if the source is one of Urgon's other Eiselcross treasures, you must tell us exactly what they were. The full list. And who and where is this sister of yours? She is quite obviously at risk too."
As the the conversation goes on around him, Brix gently slides some of the dishes to the side. The slight shift in utensils provides him just enough room to set down his box and open it up. He immediately buries his head amongst all the tubes and vials. The clink of glassware rings softly as the Gnome mixes a warm soothing concoction of honey, Philbin Firewater, and a couple other herbs know for relaxing those with ailments.
He offers it up to her as she pauses in the midst of answering questions.
Taking a slight step back, Ragnus crosses his arms, satisfied that Tulgi provided more information. He mulls over the implications of how widespread these relics may be, while waiting for Tulgi to answer Carina.
The Dwarven woman grits her teeth as Carina continues to dig answers out of her, making Tulgi feel raw and vulnerable. She doesn't want to be indebted to your characters, and she doesn't care to seek help from you all, either. But the Warlock phrases it like Tulgi has no choice, and it's beginning to dawn on her that Carina may be right. She didn't care all that much if she herself withered and died a frozen statue. It wasn't the most impressive way to go, but what did it matter to her? She essentially already had one foot in the Nine Hells. No, the one that truly mattered was her sister, Hulil. If her sister had fallen ill, too, then perhaps the party could help her before it was too late.
"How do you expect me to remember exactly what I found?" the Dwarf grumbles, then pauses as she watches Brix concoct a drink. When he offers it to her, Tulgi has half a mind to refuse him, both out of pride and suspicion. But the scent that wafts from the glass is sweet and pleasant, and the Artificer appears genuinely kind. Tulgi takes the drink with a grunt in place of thanks, taking a long sip before returning her attention to Carina. Brix's drink was fantastic, actually. "Well... besides the dagger, I remember there being a scroll case, a little statue, a silver ring, and two glass vials. There might've been more, but in any case — Hulil will have the rest. My sister, I mean. She's in a site north of the village called Croaker Cave." She takes another long sip of the drink, already feeling warmer and more at ease. Reluctantly, she glances towards Brix, mumbling a quiet, "Thanks."
Brow furrowed Ragnus says "We will do what we can Tulgi. It may be best to start at Pelc's, they should have a list of everything Urgon brought them an hopefully none of the treasures. From there we can head to the cave to help Hulil."
Elbert, hearing conversation and not battle coming from inside the cabin, decides to abandon guarding the back door and moves to the front door.
He remains outside taking the occasional long swallow from his waterskin which he keeps filled with full-bodied red wine, cheap stuff, not the fancy elven variety.
Carina plays a somber chord on her dark harmonica, as if the trailing cadence of a dirge. She nods with approval as Brix offers up his drink. Like everyone present, she senses it is likely too late for Tulgi.
"Thank you. The dagger, a scroll case, a statuette, a silver ring, two vials, and perhaps more, all taken from Pelc's Curiosities. All but the dagger passed to Hulil who is at Croaker's Cave north of Palebank Village. You have given us something to go on. We will follow the lead and try to keep everyone safe, starting with Pelc's, then the cave. I hope your sister chooses to speak reasonably with us, as you have, and not fight. Farewell, Tulgi."
Carina turns to leave if no one else has any questions for the stricken dwarf. Assuming the group is headed for Pelc's Curiosities as Ragnus suggested. She holds the door and closes it behind her once everyone has left to help Tulgi keep in the heat.
Taiga points to the smoking chimney and says, “I think there’s someone at home.” But she feels shy to knock on a total stranger’s door when there are more experienced persons around.
|| Oriace - Halfling Bard - Dragon Heist || Valerian - Elf Rogue - Wildnis || b'Reh - Stig Cleric - Humblewood || Rowan - Halfling Giant - Runewarren || Khazela - Spiritfarer Dervish - Tribute || Arista - Frost Sorcerer - Old Keep || Zephirah - Demonic Bard - Sands || Merry - Gifted Surgeon - Short || Marasatra - Blood Mage - Avernus || Lan - Dwarf Dragon - Wuxian ||
Elbert will check for a back exit and if one exists he will wait there allowing someone more sociable to make first contact.
Ready an action to grapple anyone that tries to escape through the back door: 7
Carina is relieved to see that there is a trail leading to another cabin. We must find what the burglar was after and if they still have it.
As Ragnus dons Urgon's dwarven-sized splint mail, she nods in solemn approval. "It suits you. I think he would have wanted you to have it."
As they approach the interloper's cabin, she blows a quick, inspiring chord on her harmonica. She takes a breath, drawing some liquid courage from Brix's fiery concoction that she had imbibed earlier and reaching for her aunt Lyra's renowned persuasive charm. Carina notes the smoke coming from the chimney indicating a warm fire on the hearth within and decides on a verbal approach to take. Her knock is firm but friendly.
"Hello friend. You must have known we would come, with the tracks you left from Urgon Wenth's home. We can do this the hard way, breaking down your door, barging in with our weapons, and letting all this cold air in to ruin your warm cabin and blazing fire. Or you could let us in and we can chat like reasonable people. We are not here to apprehend or punish you. We seek information, and I for one cannot fathom why you would not give it to us."
Persuasion: 25
(It's part Persuasion, part Intimidation but Carina has a +6 to both so I just rolled Persuasion).
On a hunch and a whim, Carina adds: "Tulgi Lutan. Is that you?"
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
As Carina addresses the cabins occupant, Brix watches pensively.
**This Space for Rent**
Ragnus nods towards Carina when she remarks that the armor suits him well. A small smile creeps onto his face as he watches Carina address the door of the cabin.
After a beat of silence, the door to the cabin opens. A Dwarven woman stands on the other side, her expression swirling with conflict. She stares daggers at Carina, but a shiver suddenly wracks her body and she clutches her wooden door for support. There, on her arm, bulging blue veins scrawl their way across her skin — reaching to her hands, up her neck, and onto her face. She's wrapped herself in blankets, but still she shivers. Finally, Tulgi Lutan steps aside, with a growled, "Come in, then."
As your characters step inside the cabin, the heat within hits you like the blow of a hammer, smothering. In the center of the room, a table is set with neatly stacked dishes, tools, and utensils. The scent of a simmering soup wafts from a pot that hangs within a roaring fireplace. Another fire burns in an iron brazier at the opposite end of the cabin, filling the air with a smoky haze. Tulgi returns to her bed near the brazier, sitting upon her sheets with a defiant glare. "Information. What is it you want, then?" she asks.
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Carina steps inside the cabin and politely ensures that the door is closed behind her and whoever else enters with her - so as to keep in the heat for Tulgi, who is clearly suffering from the same icy disease that had taken Urgon Wenth's life, just as Elro Aldataur had said she was. Sweat threatens to spring from Carina's pores, and the smoke from the fires makes her want to cough, but she is unfazed, thinking sadly of her own dwarven father.
Treating Tulgi's defiant glare as if it were no more than an amiable smile, Carina observes. "You have it. Urgon's icy disease." Not a question. What am I doing here, Carina thinks to herself suddenly, I could be catching it from her this very moment! She schools her body and face to unflinching stillness.
"You must have ransacked his home after you had caught this frigid blue sickness or else your tracks would have been covered in snow by now. So what were you looking for in there? Valuables from his travels? Gold? An antidote? Do you know everything that he brought back? Tell us."
Carina's voice is firm but gentle despite her probing questions. "I am Carina Ravenscale and my companions can introduce themselves. Perhaps you can see that we seek the cure too. As such, we may be your last hope, Tulgi." She lets her final statement hang in the smoky air.
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
Taiga enters with Carina, half intimidated herself by Carina’s rough approach. “Taiga,” she greets Tulgi with a nod when she steps inside. She waits for Carina to finish her questions and for Tulgi to answer if she will. Then, in a moment of pause, she locks eyes with Tulgi and says with a sorry expression, “I’m sorry for your loss, I think you were close to Urgon. So was I. He was a great person and he was taken much too soon by this forsaken illness.” She pauses, then continues, “How are you? I gather from how warm it is in here, that you feel cold and can’t banish the feeling no matter how much you heat up the fire. Let us help you,” she finally pleads.
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"I was looking for a cure for this shit," Tulgi replies to Carina, tugging her blankets tighter around her shoulders. The Dwarven woman appears defensive, and as though she really hated allowing your characters into her cabin. She makes no attempt to hide the anger in her eyes as her gaze darts between the Warlock and Taiga. "And why are you looking for it, huh? If Wenth didn't have it, I'm sure you couldn't find the antidote any better than I could." After responding to Carina, Tulgi turns her attention to the Fighter — letting out a snort at her solemn expression. "Close to Urgon? I didn't give a rabbit's ass about him. If it wasn't for that fool, I wouldn't have the same illness that killed him." The dwarf lets out a cough, glaring bitterly at your characters. "I don't need your pity or your help. And I owe you nothing."
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Taiga is taken aback by Tulgi’s reaction. “You’re right you owe us nothing but we also don’t do this for us,” she shakes her head. “We didn’t only look for a remedy but also for a clue of what we’re dealing with in order to find an antidote or some other solution for this disaster. It looks like you’re already determined to give up, though, but we aren’t giving in.”
“How can you fault Urgon for your affliction? Can’t imagine he bit you, now, did he? So if you haven’t been close to him, how did he infect you? With a scornful look?”
|| Oriace - Halfling Bard - Dragon Heist || Valerian - Elf Rogue - Wildnis || b'Reh - Stig Cleric - Humblewood || Rowan - Halfling Giant - Runewarren || Khazela - Spiritfarer Dervish - Tribute || Arista - Frost Sorcerer - Old Keep || Zephirah - Demonic Bard - Sands || Merry - Gifted Surgeon - Short || Marasatra - Blood Mage - Avernus || Lan - Dwarf Dragon - Wuxian ||
Watching all of this unfold, Ragnus can't keep quiet any longer. He steps forward and grumbles "Enough! I won't have ya disparagin' my great uncle! Aye, you're in dire straits that ain't a lie. We want ta help if we can, but we need ta know how you two are connected."
"We aren't connected," Tulgi Lutan growls in response to Ragnus. The Dwarven woman shrinks back a bit after being scolded by him and Taiga, and she draws her blankets close around herself and coughs again. For the moment, she appears resigned to her fate — both to share what she knows with the party, and to die afterwards of the icy sickness. Her anger ebbs. "I waited for him to sell his treasures from Eiselcross to Pelc's Curiosities, and then nabbed them for myself. Gave most of what I found to my sister, save for a nice dagger. But then I fell ill soon afterward, with the same damn disease that killed Wenth. Must be one of those 'treasures' he found, passed it to the both of us. I searched his cabin for a cure or some other secret hidden there, but as you can tell, I had no luck. I doubt you'll find anything, either. I'm going to freeze and die, just like him." Her harsh gaze lowers, and she stares through the smoky haze at her floorboards, rather than the eyes of your characters. Tulgi looks defeated.
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Carina stares intently at Tulgi, not unfriendly, but not wavering. The dark harmonica around her throat seems to drink the firelight.
"Aye, you might freeze and die," Carina answers evenly, "But you have not finished doing so yet. As I said, Tulgi, we are your only chance, remote though you think it is. You may owe us nothing, but it also costs you nothing to tell us what you know, and it might gain you everything."
"It is clear you are a thief, but we are no grassblades, here to judge or apprehend you. Rather, we are charged with protecting the town from this illness. So the source is one of the treasures that Urgon brought back? And he sold them to Pelc's Curiosities?"
Carina glances significantly at the others. Another location or person for us to investigate here in Palebank Village? She turns back to Tulgi.
"And then you stole them. If the source of the disease is the dagger you kept, it is safest with you. But if the source is one of Urgon's other Eiselcross treasures, you must tell us exactly what they were. The full list. And who and where is this sister of yours? She is quite obviously at risk too."
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
As the the conversation goes on around him, Brix gently slides some of the dishes to the side. The slight shift in utensils provides him just enough room to set down his box and open it up. He immediately buries his head amongst all the tubes and vials. The clink of glassware rings softly as the Gnome mixes a warm soothing concoction of honey, Philbin Firewater, and a couple other herbs know for relaxing those with ailments.
He offers it up to her as she pauses in the midst of answering questions.
**This Space for Rent**
Taiga looks expectantly at Tulgi and waits for her answer.
|| Oriace - Halfling Bard - Dragon Heist || Valerian - Elf Rogue - Wildnis || b'Reh - Stig Cleric - Humblewood || Rowan - Halfling Giant - Runewarren || Khazela - Spiritfarer Dervish - Tribute || Arista - Frost Sorcerer - Old Keep || Zephirah - Demonic Bard - Sands || Merry - Gifted Surgeon - Short || Marasatra - Blood Mage - Avernus || Lan - Dwarf Dragon - Wuxian ||
Taking a slight step back, Ragnus crosses his arms, satisfied that Tulgi provided more information. He mulls over the implications of how widespread these relics may be, while waiting for Tulgi to answer Carina.
The Dwarven woman grits her teeth as Carina continues to dig answers out of her, making Tulgi feel raw and vulnerable. She doesn't want to be indebted to your characters, and she doesn't care to seek help from you all, either. But the Warlock phrases it like Tulgi has no choice, and it's beginning to dawn on her that Carina may be right. She didn't care all that much if she herself withered and died a frozen statue. It wasn't the most impressive way to go, but what did it matter to her? She essentially already had one foot in the Nine Hells. No, the one that truly mattered was her sister, Hulil. If her sister had fallen ill, too, then perhaps the party could help her before it was too late.
"How do you expect me to remember exactly what I found?" the Dwarf grumbles, then pauses as she watches Brix concoct a drink. When he offers it to her, Tulgi has half a mind to refuse him, both out of pride and suspicion. But the scent that wafts from the glass is sweet and pleasant, and the Artificer appears genuinely kind. Tulgi takes the drink with a grunt in place of thanks, taking a long sip before returning her attention to Carina. Brix's drink was fantastic, actually. "Well... besides the dagger, I remember there being a scroll case, a little statue, a silver ring, and two glass vials. There might've been more, but in any case — Hulil will have the rest. My sister, I mean. She's in a site north of the village called Croaker Cave." She takes another long sip of the drink, already feeling warmer and more at ease. Reluctantly, she glances towards Brix, mumbling a quiet, "Thanks."
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Brow furrowed Ragnus says "We will do what we can Tulgi. It may be best to start at Pelc's, they should have a list of everything Urgon brought them an hopefully none of the treasures. From there we can head to the cave to help Hulil."
Elbert, hearing conversation and not battle coming from inside the cabin, decides to abandon guarding the back door and moves to the front door.
He remains outside taking the occasional long swallow from his waterskin which he keeps filled with full-bodied red wine, cheap stuff, not the fancy elven variety.
He waits patiently for the party to emerge.
Carina plays a somber chord on her dark harmonica, as if the trailing cadence of a dirge. She nods with approval as Brix offers up his drink. Like everyone present, she senses it is likely too late for Tulgi.
"Thank you. The dagger, a scroll case, a statuette, a silver ring, two vials, and perhaps more, all taken from Pelc's Curiosities. All but the dagger passed to Hulil who is at Croaker's Cave north of Palebank Village. You have given us something to go on. We will follow the lead and try to keep everyone safe, starting with Pelc's, then the cave. I hope your sister chooses to speak reasonably with us, as you have, and not fight. Farewell, Tulgi."
Carina turns to leave if no one else has any questions for the stricken dwarf. Assuming the group is headed for Pelc's Curiosities as Ragnus suggested. She holds the door and closes it behind her once everyone has left to help Tulgi keep in the heat.
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk