Chapter 5: Return to the Surface

The area around the campsite appears to be safe.

Anyone who's ever really heard of Silverymoon will tell you that they are famed for their tolerance of all people regardless of race.

Sarith nods, "And myself as well. I can only imagine the stories that you surfacefolk have about my people... and I assure you that most of them are probably nowhere near the awful truth."

"You were meant to be sold as slaves, or as entertainment. They wouldn't have wanted to do too much damage to their merchandise, obviously," Sarith says, as if it should be obvious.

The night passes uneventfully; none are foolish or desperate enough to attack people this close to the city. The dawn comes early, lighting the sky with brilliant shades of orange, pink, and red. Sarith pulls his hood up around his face, to protect himself from the glare.

As Mai'ngor checks over his gear in the morning, he is stunned to find that the magical drowcraft sword he took from inside the ooze crumbles to dust as he unsheathes it.

Sarith takes a steadying breath, staring anxiously at the gates of the city before you, "Ready?"

You move together to approach the gate, which is currently open, with guards manning the walls above and a few down below standing at attention. Upon seeing your unusual companions (Mai'ngor and Sarith), they step forward, "State your name and business."

The current leader of Silverymoon is High Marshal Methrammar Aerasume, son of the Lady Alustriel, chosen of Mystra.