Salvation Outpost

Kleber is confident there are no immediate threats to the loft. For a brief moment, he catches a glimpse of a plainly dressed, dark haired elven man looking into the window at him. The elf appears unarmed. As they lock eyes, the elf nods at the half orc, before moving casually away and disappearing around a corner.

Earic sighs, "Perhaps we should leave now for the Lady’s residence. She isn’t expecting us for a few hours, but it appears we should move quickly."

He moves to his bookcase, "And apparently, we should do it discreetly…". He removes a volume called Dhakaani History Under Sharn and presses a notch in the wood behind it. The bookcase clicks and then slides back into a recess revealing a very tight staircase, descending steeply into the darkness. "We may need a torch."

He lets the three of you take the lead and secures the bookcase behind you. The staircase continues well below where you feel the ground should be and ends at an opening into what looks like a catacomb blocked by an iron gate. Earic squeezes by to unlock the gate and you see relics of the Silver Flame with crypts of fallen knights. Securing the gate, Earic leads you through the catacombs and up into the New Cyran Temple of the Silver Flame.

A white haired cleric greets Earic,
"Trouble again Earic?", he says stoically, but clearly with humour in his eyes. Earic laughs nervously and the cleric gestures, "May I suggest the back door then?"

After a quick look, the coast is clear and you make haste to d’Cannith Manor.

At d’Cannith Manor…
Two guards greet Earic and he quickly explains the situation and asks that they send someone to fetch the others at the tavern. The guards reply, "Understood, Mr. Finnini, we shall keep a vigilant eye and collect your friends."
They usher your group into the foyer, then close the doors behind you, resuming their post outside.

The foyer is elegantly decorated in blues and golds, just enough to remind that the owner has great wealth. A plush, blue carpet leads to the top of a grand staircase where the large head of a Gorgon is mounted. Its horns stretch out several feet in each direction. The iron plates on the face look heavily battle scarred and magically glowing red eyes stare down at you. The Lady Rayna d’Cannith awaits at the top of the stairs, underneath it. "Good afternoon, Gentlemen. I was not expecting you so soon. Please, join me in the hall. We have much to to discuss."
The Lady gestures to a set of doors behind her and enters the room.

At the Gliding Boot…
A short while after Core’s departure, two official looking guards in gold and blue tunics with a Gorgon crest arrive to speak with Vice and Malbor. "Earic Finnini and Lady d’Cannith request your presence at d’Cannith Manor.", they pause to look around the tarvern. "We were told there would be three. Will your friend be joining us?"

Gzizmix takes in everything around him as he closely watches the young lady’s demeanour. The house and its decor feel like old money. Lady d’Cannith meanwhile is very young, yet very poised and clearly raised in the etiquette of a wealthy family.
The cunning gnome catches a hint of excitement in the woman’s voice and noticeably, she is nervous. Despite all of it, you feel no sense of deception.

Your group enters a large room with a large round table. Lady d’Cannith waits for everyone to enter and sit before sitting herself. A elderly butler closes the room behind you. "Thank you, gentlemen for coming. Earic’s correspondence has been most complimentary of your skills. Although, he mentioned six. I hope nothing has befallen the rest of your party."

"Yes, well, no my Lady. Nothing has befallen them. We have picked up some unwanted attention along the way from Salvation Outpost. It appears Merrix may also be hunting for the Cyre ir’Wynern. At least one Phiarlan spy and two assassins have been sent for my journal in the past two days. The remainder of our party have taken a well needed moment of refreshment. I have asked your guard to send word to join us. I would presume they are on their way. Kleber, 37 and Gzizmix insisted on joining me, which may have been wise on their part. Kleber may have seen another spy here in town… watching my loft." Earic sighs nervously. "It has not been my place to discuss your plans. However, I feel it’s time that we inform these fine men what they’re getting involved with."

Lady d’Cannith purses her lips and nods in agreement. "It is indeed unsettling, but not a surprise that Merrix has come looking. Would you like me to wait for your friends to arrive? Or shall we start discussing now."