Rested and revitalized, recovering from the Aureon’s Crown celebrations, our heroes gird themselves for the business of carving out a place to call home in the bustling City of Daggers. In pursuit of this, they’ve accepted another salvage commission that has come their way, this time from a wealthy elven scholar whose home in Skysedge Park was recently burgled.
“The terms are straight-forward enough,” stated Kaelys Tela, lounging in the immaculate parlor of her home, Silvervine Tower. Immaculate, that is, save for the corpse of a filthy young man dressed in rags sprawled on the marble floor. “I am confident that the thieves came from Fallen. I don’t know if you know Sharn, but there are few places more wretched and dangerous. I don’t dare go there myself – that’s where you come in. If you go to Fallen and recover my property – a delicate hand carved from white marble, ending in a shattered forearm – I’ll pay you 900 pieces of gold. But…” She had leaned forward at this last, the only sign of true animation the glamorous elf had shown the entire interview. “If you recover the entire stature from whence it came, that gold becomes platinum. Are you interested?”