Erik Soong's Call of the Netherdeep

"We talked with Prolix," Morgan says, absentmindedly rolling a gold coin across his knuckles. "He didn't tell us much, but he was very passionate about the fact that Aloysia must be stopped, and that she leaves a trail of death wherever she goes."

He pauses, catching the coin before sending it spinning again.
"Then he spent a while explaining that she's part of the Consortium of the Vermilion Dream—'a genuine cult hells-bent on power,' as he put it." A grin creeps onto his face. "We don't have much more than that as evidence."

The grin fades.
"But our friends are in danger. That much seems clear. And I think it's safe to say that taking a closer look won't be a waste of time."

Morgan slips the coin away and tilts his head.
"So... do you have any advice for a group of crazy people who want to get close to Betrayers' Rise and still live to see another couple of sunsets?"