"Hepzethena is an old hag that made her lair here sometime after the fall of old Thrusk and before the reclamation. Maalomaer was a the one who spear headed the push to route her out in order to reclaim it, and they succeeded on the surface. Hepzethena withdrew to the sprawling ruins under the city, and every attempt to take her out once and for all was halted due to so many casualties. They made the call to place several wards throughout the city, turning her retreat into a prison, but that was centuries ago and the magic of some of the wards have started to fade. The larger, more powerful ones, are still fine, but some of these smaller wards a beginning to die, and it is an almost certainty that the hag wishes to reclaim the city. There is already a few others willing to venture down there to wipe her out, with you three the odds are in your favor." 

Mazir: It is detect magic but something about it is a bit different

*Assassins creed odyssey just came out*

(You poor soul) 

"25 gold to head back down with a few others, plus paid for every bounty we collect. Clearing the ruins under the city and becoming heroes of Thrusk." Torgar thought it over only briefly, not one to pass up the chance for what seemed like easy coin. "I'm in." The dragonborn grabbing for his greataxe again, "Now where are the others that will be joining us."

Mikkeo frowns as the story is told. After Torgar says his piece, the bard hums a note, and then his lips move silently as he stares at the dragonborn.

Message for Torgar (and DM):

Torgar stared blankly as he heard Mikkeo's piece then whispered in return. 

Mikkeo thinks for a couple heartbeats and then nods. "Let us find this hag," he resolves.

Alvaryn chuckle's loudly as Othokent warns him "Worry not friend, I do not doubt your conviction and I would not dare to accuse thee of consorting with criminals. No, while there may be a few criminal sorts who post bounties under some pretentious guise that type of nefarious sort would take care of business themselves friend." The smile now begins to fade on his face. "I was referring to something much worse than any mere criminals scaled one. I talk of the aristocrats. The titled or the wealthy, those with too much money and pride whom give pettiness it's name. And then there are the worst of them all...." As he says this suddenly his tone turns grim and the most serious look Othokent has yet seen cross the Elf's face solidifies before he pauses for a long moment. It seems like an eternity as the suspense builds before he finally finishes... "The politicians. You had best beware of that sort dear friend, lest you be cursed in a way no other can."

Othokent had been watching Alvaryn out of the side of his eyes, search for any signs of deceit. One did not accusation of a former Shadescale -- however accidental it might be -- and not warrant anything less. "'Heir-iz-o-cats?" He sounds out and cants his head this way and that. Othokent lingers on the word for only a second more before his dubious look turns into a serious concideration over the following matter seeing the Elf's face finally go from jovial to genuinely grim. At least as far as Othokent cared to look at it as.

Othokent shrinks away and starts weaving all kinds of symbols along the air and his left arm. He completes the ritual by squeezing his eyes shut and covering what Alvaryn can only assume is the origin point for his ear canal. Hard to say considering his cales tended to blend together most of his features in places. "Lalalala! Othokent not want to be cursed! Curse, curse, go away. Cannot stay, in this one's ears!" He claps the side of his head a few times, and then jabs a finger into Alvaryn's chest. "You not speak curse word again! Only write! Or Othokent have no choice but perform cleansing ritual on you." He says before snapping his teeth at Alvaryn.

Alvaryn nods to Othokent grimly "You are most wise friend, I will refrain from saying such things aloud." The smile then begins to return to the Elf's face as he reassures his companion. "Worry not, I prefer to take my bounties from the Marshall anyway, hes a good sort and it feels better to be on the right side of justice, or rather to be on the side of the tribe council."

Othokent is anything but assured, and yet grudgingly accepts Alvaryn's words with a small nod. "It is unfortunate though. Hunting down crawling dark ones do not make good for consumption. But still good for eye and hands. This one... teaches this. Help you become Thurkear. 'Night' in this tongue. Take time, but make better hunter of head warrior's bounties." Othokent nods sagely to himself. 

(Stupid assassins creed) 

(Red Dead is out now....)

Mazir

The Tiefling stood watching, listening and not liking this one bit, too many people were involved too many humans, her distrust of them hindering her judgment here, the willingness of these people to continue down into the sewers again at the behest of this man was frankly a little stupid. The talk of heroism and fame did not interest her here, what did they owe this city, let the hag have it.

She turned to leave climbing the first two steps out of the cellar, stopping she turned, a nagging in her head, a thread pulling against her thoughts, she returned to the cellar this could be the only chance she gets for answers. "I will join you, you helped me earlier and for that you have my trust"