It's All Connected

Damiel came through. Four thousand gold pieces for a Dragon's Tooth. In an earlier life, I'd spend the next few months drinking it away.
But not now.
 
He took me to the docks to celebrate. Along the way, I saw it. The Crimson Sign, clear as day, painted on a wall. He said he's seen that sign scattered around town.
 
We heard the elf Thervan sing "Searching for the Grail" at the Red Lion. Beautiful voice. He could shame a nightingale.
He said the song was House Hengehold's.
 
At Castle Fisher, Feyd, the Hengehold boy, told me the family story. He said the family came from Jiak. He showed me their sigil too... an odd shape. Circles extending outward, connected by lines, forming geometrical shapes.
 
The boy is dismissive of his family, his role, his place. But perhaps deep down he yearns to be useful. He might be useful in whatever's to come. Or as a patron.