Chapter 1 - The Beginning

"Yes, blasting. The small orange gem in the front will fire a ray of scorching energy. Do be careful with it, the person we recovered this from ended up...losing his head...due to negligence." the high-elf comments. "You should feel it, like a switch in your mind when you wear it. Like something you can reach out and pull, but inside of your mind. Just be ready when you do."

After you all get your assigned gear you remember the ship that should be waiting for you in The Docks district across town. It would seem you are now free to leave and pursue your mission. The high-elf has already gone back to his ledgers and commanding the gnomes here and there.

As you emerge from the entrance to the Daggers hidden facility you wind your way back out to the main street in Beggar's Nest where you came into the city. The street is busy with people bustling here and there. There are also many market merchants selling wares along the streets. To the west of this district is The Docks.

As you weave through the crowds of Beggar's Nest you don't notice too much. The people are not outwardly rude but they are certainly not going out of their way to avoid you. You get shouldered and jostled a few times. Once by a quite surly looking Half-Orc. You are able to make it to the gates that separate you from the docks district. But they are closed. Two guards stand out front at attention.

The half-Orc, far more confused than upset simply goes on his way grumbling something about crazy old coots.

Your performance is...unimpressive, to everyone except yourself.

The guard, who had indeed been slouching just a bit straightens up, "Uh...uh. Sorry sir, no can do. Order of the King. There has been a spree of muggings and murders in The Docks district. Gates are locked until further notice." he gives a nervous solute and resumes his guard.

The guard, who once appeared more indifferent to Crolwells strangeness now looks annoyed by it. "Do you not understand 'order of the king'? No one goes in or out. Please move along." he grips his halberd a little tighter.

He turns to Ütés, "Is this old man yours? Please remove him from this area."