Session 67: A Lick and a Promise Report

General Summary

The Scales would set out next for the Port City of Drakesmouth. A large city within the newly formed Western Confederation, it like most of this region was overwhelmed with refugees from the south east of Sandtail and other Clans. Met by the cities Ambassador, an Orcish fellow in fine dress, he would interview the arriving guests. Clearly gathering as much information as he could as well as trying to be genuinely helpful to the Scales quest. However he did not have much to offer, beyond giving them a few basic ideas of where to begin, and some background on the happenings of the region. The Tarsian Ecclesiarchy had been swift in their conquest of the lands to their west, but haphazard. Many locals fled into the Confederation, who were eager to increase their population and work much of the open lands at their disposal. This had created a homesteading rush, so anyone who could probably help them enter the former Sandtail lands may be on homesteads all over the plains.  

Finishing the interview the Scales would make for the largest Tavern in the city figuring it would draw the most travellers and most information to glean. Securing rooms, A'lar would become interested in the mistress of the dancing hall attached to the large saloon and casino. The scales would find a Halfing present who also took a keen interest in them but did not move from his table, back to the wall. As they took in some of the local flavor for lunch they decided to split up and try a few different places of interest in the city to find anyone who may someone of some status from Sandtail. Meetings with the cities premier outfitter, famous playwright, the local tavern keep, and others would yield a possible location in the desert to Sandtails secret hoard, and a name, "Darion Reolwyn." The next step would be to find where they had gone or settled, and for that, a visit to the settlement office, that was now closed. Indalell had broken into said office without knowing what the others had found, but with only a first name could not secure any useful intel.  

As night descended the rough looking halfling would finally make his move. Tho clearly not interested in the scales, but two half orc brothers. He flashed his flowered badge of the Heliotrope Company and demanded the two towering fellows to surrender. When they laughed and moved to draw pistols, his own appeared in his hands as if by magic he was so fast, and two shots rang out, striking each brother in the calf. The two men would fall shot in the legs, with a flourish his pistols would spin and he would strike each in the temple. With the two lugs now unconcious and bleeding he would look around the shocked saloon, "A gold each to whomever will help me haul these bastards to the law office." Ayrien interested in the apparent bounty hunter would volunteer and so Adalon would stand to haul the second off.