Salvation Outpost

Your group settles down at a table in the raucous Grey Beyond. The job board as always sits predominantly on the far wall. The orc waiter makes his way through the crowd dropping drinks and collecting hard earned coin. You don’t see Earic yet.

In one corner, a group of four scavengers play a game of cards. At another table, a crew sits huddled closely, trading whispers. Most others, like yourselves, look like they’re here to unwind after a long day of salvage. Some are drinking in silence, staring off into space, others are boisterously bragging about their salvage.

After a few minutes, the waiter makes his way to your table to take your orders.

Kleber tries to listen in to the group next to them. It’s the usual ‘big fish’ stories of gold filled treasure chests and exotic magical items. In your short experience, you feel it’s not very likely. Your food arrives and is pretty good for a place like this.

Gzizmix subtly listens in on the whispering group, you get a few moments where you’re able to piece together their conversation. The crew is in town from Korth to investigate a rumour that someone managed to find and enter the city of Kalazart. It appears that the city may actually be relatively intact. You catch mentions of some sort of cursed enchantment around the area of city and adventurers either become lost, disoriented or just simply never return. It’s clear they don’t have a name yet, but are seeking to find a werecat.

Earic comes in as most of you are finishing up your respective dinners. He orders a large mead and settles down at the table with. He’s obviously keeping the conversation as low key as possible. "Tonight we relax and enjoy ourselves. Tomorrow, will prove to be an interesting day, I assure you.", he nods with his mead in hand and takes a swig. "Are you gentlemen fine to meet at sunrise at Bela’s?"

Kleber nods, taking a few sips of his third drink after the stew. "Sure thing, but can you explain the plan for-" He abruptly cuts himself off with a fake cough, hiding how he was going to discuss the job in a bar full of rival teams. "*clears throat* It went down the wrong way. Let's talk more tomorrow, soo tired I can't even get drunk without choking myself after todays work." Kleber sidelong glances at the other patrons of the tavern, wary of potential eavesdroppers.

"After finishing this one" he adds, raising the half-full tankard "then I head to bed."

Earic finishes his mead and says to Core, "That’ll be up to Bela tomorow." He pats him in the shoulder, nods to everyone and bids you a good night. With an early morning beckoning you to sleep, you wrap up your evening, settles your bills and head to the hotel. It dawns on you that you haven’t spent a night in town since your arrival.

The Salvation Hotel is easy to find ant at this late hour, a sleepy young halfling welcomes you and lazily takes your coin, handing keys to the rooms. A large Blink Dog herald of House Ghallanda hangs on the wall behind the front desk. It is a modest location and charges a gold piece per night. The rooms are sparse, but comfortable. The night passes without incident and you all enjoy a long rest.

You assemble in the dining area for a quick breakfast and leave for the salvage market to negotiate with Belaluur for your newly collected items. Earic is already there when you arrive, as is groggy Garundah.

Belaluur eyes Vice playfully. "Just for you sweetie. Since Zizz would like to keep the horn, I won’t take the one seventy-five it’s worth from the total."

She looks to the rest of the group for approval. "Do we have a deal?", she takes out a ledger and begins documenting your salvaged items.

As she does so, Earic clears his throat to chime in, "I would like the bell to present along with the Cyre’s flag to Lady d’Cannith." He turns to your group. "Now that we’re in private, I’d like to discuss my plan. I intend to travel to New Cyre to deliver proof of the airship’s location and General Shadeborn’s body to the Lady personally. A coach would take me two days and two hundred and fifty gold to get there. If you’re willing to take me, I would pay you six hundred for the return trip, plus your expenses. More importantly, I would be able to introduce you to Lady Rayna d’Cannith. It will be her resources that will get the Cyre ir’Wynarn out of the Mournland. Its secrets will help tremendously with her plans for New Cyre.", he pauses in contemplation for a moment, then sighs. "I feel I should ensure you’re comfortable with helping in this matter. There are many in Breland that fear and oppose New Cyre’s development. You may make many enemies if they find out you’re supporting the Lady."