After quick pleasantries, Palla Ba opens up the discussions.
"We meet along different lines, our higher purposes are varied, but under a wild storm of circumstance, I believe that our immediate goals align."
He puts down on the table an ancient gold coin. It is at least three times larger than any known modern coin. It has the visage of a king or a priest perhaps, a man with a tall hat. Certainly it is from an empire long past.
"An Archalasian olbol," Palla Ba says, identifying the coin.
"It has enough gold to make nearly four shovals when melted and recast."
"These coins have now been found in possession of a few scattered men within the city. Their distribution may tell many stories, but one thing that is now certain: someone or something has gained access to treasure that has been hidden and locked away for at least eight centuries. And one should surmise that the value of this treasure trove is extraordinary, beyond the wealth of most enthroned kings in our time."
Palla Ba then takes out a rolled canvas and a smaller roll of paper. The canvas is unrolled and presented. It is an elaborate oil painting. An incredible work of art, though horrifying.
"An image painted by a madman, finished just before he took his own life. A man who was a genius, a titan of strength and wisdom, who became both a tyrant and a thrall. A work thought lost, it is the image painted by the ruined Sar Jehu Gedalyahum, the last of the Line of Adriyel. It was his vision of his secret master, the Devil Armaros, called grigor, The Watcher."
As everyone looks at the masterful and dark painting, Palla Ba unrolls the rugged paper scroll, the final exhibit. It appears to be a very old map, a drawn floor plan of some large structure or series of tunnels.
"A map of the Cursed Palace of the Adriyelat Kings, which shows the sealed door that leads to the vaults of the Red Bastion of Midrad."
The old Seetan lets the items speak for themselves during a short pause, but then he summarizes what is surely his proposal:
"Either a single master or a cabal of dark sorcery dwells in the Cursed Palace, the abandoned home of the previous royal line who fell from grace and power nearly a century ago. A devil reigns there as a Secret King, and his realm is ever expanding. He hordes a treasure trove from an ancient era, and has set to use it for the ruin of all men in the city. If I could, I would league with thieves and killers, equip them with all of my knowledge and material that might be useful, and send them into the Den of the Devil, that they might ruin the Pit Fiend and his devices. For this, I would support their claim over a legendary wealth captured."
He looks around at all of the men assembled, his strange dilated eyes do not waver.
"Many of you are wanted men after last night. The Korvaran General petitions Our Enlightened Sar for the capture of Lukrayides Lord Mercon and all of his retainers. If taken alive, you would be charged for murder and likely beheaded."
After another deliberate pause,
" But I ask if we might instead plan a raid, assassination, theft, and escape. I seek the end of the Devil Iz Jeddriss. For this, all of the lost treasure of the Adriyelat Kings seems a reasonable price to pay."