Aelar pops the lock on the other cage handily. As the prisoners here pile out and join the other group a young woman comes up to you. Her strawberry red hair matted and disheveled.
Sir, Ma'am, thank you for freeing us. We have naught much to give, but the man says true. We are all artisans of instruments. I want you to take this, I found this in the workshop upstairs when they brought me up to torture me, she says, lowering her gaze a bit, you see dried blood dots what was once a very fine dress, but now is little more than singed rags.
She hands you a small parcel. It's design is strange and unusual to you. In what appears to be common, in strange block letters reads, Elixer Nanoweb HD Bronze Guitar Strings. The packaging that wraps it is unusual as well. It's a flexible material, like cloth. But you can see through it like glass, but it has an unusual unfamiliar slick quality to it.
Inside the pack you see a nearly coiled metal wire. Looking closer you see this isn't just a wire, it's actually a strangely wrapped cool of metal. You've never seen such intricate and fine craftsmanship to anything like this.
It looks almost like a lute string, but somehow more than that.
They questioned and tortured me for hours. It seemed like they have questions they are asking all of us. About things I've never heard of. But there was another one in the tower. An old crazed man, I think he may be able to help you. There are also others up there. Still being held for torture. Please, help them.
