The Wee Hours of the Morn, Atop One of the City's Ruined Towers
It's two hours past midnight when Lambert Wolke sees a stirring in the dark archway that leads back inside the tower, to the winding staircase that he used to ascend to the top of the abandoned fortification. It was solid enough, built by the elves all those centuries ago, but the wall on either side was a fright -- looking like it would collapse the moment someone set foot on it.
"Mr. Wolke?" comes a small voice, and one the man recognizes. Into the moonlight steps Meageller -- the daughter of Lord Winsome Kelberond, the city's lord and protector. Small, pudgy and birdlike, Kelberond didn't look much like his offspring, for she was a thin and willowy thing, with long dark hair and large, luminous eyes. Her expression is like it has been every time Wolke has seen it before during these late-night meetings -- vacant, vacuous, glassy-eyed. A strange air hangs about the young woman as she rings her narrow, bony hands before her.
"I have a task for you, if you'll do it." Gesturing out to the harbor and the river, she points at
Kellebrik... the ancient, ruined elven town purported to have flooded hundreds of years ago. Grim Biskerstaf's locals know that the place remains largely submerged to this day, with only the tops of towers poking through the water, navigational hazards for boats and ships. But they also know that when the waters of the Vessen run low, more of the old structures rise above the river.
"Tomorrow night, the river will be at its lowest in many moons," Meageller says if Wolke at least raises an eyebrow at her.
"And there is a particular spiraling fae tower I have interest in. For in that tower lies an amulet locked in a strongbox. I would have it, that amulet, and I will pay golden coins to those who would retrieve it for me."OOC:
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