The Stolen Heir (Inactive)

Game Master Matthais777

Morning light streams in through the stained glass windows of the Cathedral of Aroden in Almas. A desk, crossed with lines like battle scars sits in the center of the room, several chairs arrayed around it. The summons sent this morning told the pathfinders to meet here for the meeting, and other than being urgent was very vague on the subject matter.

Sit and chat with your fellow pathfinders to character build! When everything's ready, I'll post the mission.

A well dressed frog hops into the VCs Cathedral. At his waist hangs a fine looking rapier, and over his shoulder there hangs a deadly looking longbow.

He offers a courtly bow. "<croak> Good day fellow pathfinders! I am Prince Q'lack! It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance."

A proud Gnome is sitting in the Cathedral. As always he is punctual and to him that means showing up early to everything. He looks quite uncomfortable for he has never spent much time in a Cathedral before and does not want to offend anyone. A dagger and sling are attached to his belt. He is wearing plain navy blue robes.

He reaches a hand out to Q'lack " Why hello there Prince, was it Q'lack? I have never encountered someone of... umm... your kind before in my years working in the shop. The pleasure is all mine!

He looks a bit shocked to see Grippli but does his best to hold his social graces.

ohh, how rude of me. I forgot to introduce myself. I am Nigel Flit. And no, I am not the great illusionist of the same name, he was my grandfather. Nigel seemed ashamed for getting to introduce himself at first but finished with pride in his voice when speaking of his grandfather.

for anyone who didn't read my background, Nigel was lied to by his father about his grandfather. He was told he was a great illusionist of the pathfinder society to inspire his son to join.

A beautiful young woman, together with a white lioness enters the room. The cat looks with intent eyes on the grippli and the gnome, unsure if this will be his food but then, after a almost unnoticeable command from his mistress lays down. She only carries a long, ornate spear as weapon.
"Well met, I am Eroil, the arrow. Well not because I can shoot well, but I once snatched one. Not on purpose. A well a story for another day. This is my loyal companion grumbler. No worries, she is not hungry."

Greetings Eroil! Nigel reaches to shake Eroil's hand, clearly excited to meet another of his adventuring companions. Err... I mean if it is acceptable to call you that. If the lady prefers, I will keep the title when I talk to her.

Also that seems like quite the story. I do hope we get to hear it in our travels together. I could share some of the great stories of my grandfather in return Nigel is enthusiastic at the idea of getting to retell the stories her had heard his whole childhood.

And while... if grumbler does get hungry... Nigel's eyes betray him for how nervous his is around the lion. I don't think Gnomes make for good food. We are small and take like fey magic stuff. Just not good.

Q'lack offers a deep bow to Eroil.

"Well met Eroil the arrow. Perhaps if I lose some of mine, you might be able to help me recover them?" he says, mostly in jest.

To Nigel he just nods for a moment "I would like to hear of your lineage."

A tall Chelaxian steps into the room. He's wearing a rich wool cloak dyed a deep blue. Out of the back peeks the handle of a sword. You can also see a few kinds of knives on his belt along with a folded net. He sighs. "Well, I guess this is it." He looks around at the gnome, a beautiful woman with a cat, and a frogman. He sighs again. "I don't know if the Paracountess is punishing me or thinks so highly of my skills as to saddle me with tending to newcomers."

He steps forward. His voice is like smooth silk that's been shredded to have a ragged edge. "Listen up, I'm Aiden Richter. I hear there's a missing person we need to find. I have certain skills towards that, and I suspect that's why I've been asked to help you. I'm not a teacher though. I'm not going to dispense words of wisdom or coddle you. Watch and learn, and be prepared for anything. S~%# always happens. My goal is to make it happen to the other guy."

"I was a tracker in Cheliax before the Paracountess picked me up to...do certain things. Now, I'm a bit of a Finder for her. I don't do things pretty. Sometimes you gotta mess some s@&* up to make the right point. But I get it done."

Obviously, don't take what Aiden says to be me as a player. I'm happy to have everyone here and if you don't have much experience, I'm willing to help you.

Well, this will be an interesting adventure. A frog I am still wondering if Q'lack is a summoned eidolon and if so where his summoner , a lion, a angelic woman, and a human who has a stick up his rear end. Anyone know if there are any more fascinating characters accompanying us on this quest? Nigel that notices the amount of weapons carried by Aiden. You do seem well prepared for the quest at hand. I am glad to have someone who has some experience in this organization with us. [/b]

Nigel looks to be extremely excited that someone wants to here about his Grandfather. Well I am sorry you didn't get raised hearing the stories of Nigel Flit the Grand Illusionist. Nigel proceeds to tell the most common children stories exchanging the protagonist with a illusionist. The Grand Illusionist even killed an ancient dragon by himself. Well him and his perfect illusions. One of his favorite illusions is the basis of my eidolon. He is a true hero and the reason I joined the organization. Someday I hope to leave the legacy of the Flit family being powerful spell casters.

Ohh jeez, I have gone on again haven't I? Sorry, sometimes I get a little into my stories and ramble. I can be long winded and over explain myself. I think its a habit I developed while working in the shop. Costomers always seem to like it when you explain the product to them. It's the only way I have found to sell those really expensive tools. Ohh there I go again. I think I should stop talking now.

An average sized half-Elf in a dark grey cloak, short bow slung over his shoulder walks in the Cathedral, looks over his companions for the upcoming mission, and let's escape a giant yawn...

"My apologies. Just got back from a mission in Tien before being dispatched here...been a long few days and not quite caught up on my sleep just yet...

Pleased to meet you all. I'm Mythryndyr, but that can be quite bit on the tongue. You can call me Myth if you like..."

Seeing the shady half-elf struggler just opens his mouth wide open and licking once or twice.

"I am sure" croaks the frog.
"That we were each selected for the skills that we hop to the expedition."

He looks a bit warily at the lion.

"Is it house trained?"

"Indeed. We all should bring unique talents. It will depend on the situation, which will be appropriate." He looks around. "And it will depend on what the mission really is. Sometimes these simple sounding affairs have a way of growing to something unexpected."

With a smile Eroil answers the grippli. "Most of the time. But speaking of talents, what can you offer? Apart from Struggler of course, I am decent with a spear and I can cast some spells. Also, if I am close, my enemies tend to have a bit of really bad luck!"

"I am a prince of the realm, and bring both a flair for dressing, as well as the ability to get along with nobility." croaks the frog.

"Should we encounter trouble on the road, I am accounted a more than fair archer as well."

I have a knack for creating monsters to do things for me. I by no means am lazy, I just open myself up to focus on doinfg the things that require thought. By using this method, I have had the time to really get good at working with money and such at my father's shop. I never had to waste my time sweeping or any other foolish activity. Just... sorry too much talking again. Nigel looks down in embarrassment for rambling yet again.

In a more slow and morose tone he continues I never have really fought before but in the case of one, my monsters I create fight for me and I can splash them with acid from a distance.

"You can create monsters to do your bidding?" Aiden pauses to think about this for a moment. "That could come in very useful. There are times in which dividing someone's attention is very beneficial. You can get a monster to do that, the results could be crippling."

The conversation is disrupted by the room's door opening with a crash; a young Garundi woman stumbles in, hastily tucking a stray wisp of curly hair into a crimson bandana struggling mightily to keep the rest of the mass of curls in check. Sorry - sorry, the messenger carrying my summons got delayed. I had to book passage on a Chelish mail ship last-minute, and I had to finish all their blasted record-keeping for my passage before they'd let me disembark... I hope I didn't miss too much? I'm Persephone, by the way - Persephone Alleria. Slightly out-of-breath, she sits down in one of the seats and sets an old battered rucksack down with a thump. Its strap catches on a full-to-bursting bandolier around her chest, and she nudges it back in place as she settles in, readjusting a small holster at her hip so it clears the side of her chair. Do we know yet where we're going, what's going on? The missive didn't say much.

Myth, half dozing in the corner after the long trip to get here, becomes fully alert upon the newcomer's entry and curiously eyes her pistol...while he had heard of such weapons, this is the first he's seen of one...

He nods to her. "No ma'am, you've missed nothing...still awaiting the essentials..."

Nigel smiles at the last companion to arrive, slightly comforted by the fact that she is another race he has dealt with and knows well. The lion and frog have really made him feel out of place.

Pleasure to meet you,Persephone. Nigel Flit at your service. You don't miss much, just the introductions. What skills is it that you bring to the table?

A bit of charm, a bit of smarts, a bit of luck, and a bit of magic - of a different kind, Persephone replies to Nigel's question with a half-smile. Withdrawing a small metallic weapon from the holster at her waist, she sets it carefully on the table, deliberately positioning it so the handle is away from her. It's called a gun - well, this one is a pistol, more specifically. It uses a small explosion to shoot bullets faster than any sling can, fast enough even to go straight through armor if you get close enough. My father and I make them. Her voice catches almost imperceptibly on the word "father".

Aiden smirks at the young woman. "Settle down. You've beaten our esteemed leadership by a mile. Persephone, was it? Well, we ain't lacking for firepower then."

Nigel is astounded by the weapon. Is it safe to have it point towards yourself like that? I have heard a story or two a about some mishaps with such weapons. I have never encountered one myself, I can't wait to see it in use! Nigel looks relieved the the barrel of the weapon is facing away from him.

Let us begin! INCOMING WALL OF TEXT!

After a few more moments, three men enter the room. Venture-Captain Brackett quickly sits down behind the large desk, and he scans a handful of papers before speaking to the team, with him is the no-nonsense wizard Wystorn Telfyr and Major Colson Maldris.

“I recently received news of a kidnapping in Sauerton, up in the northern wine country. Thalia Andares, heir to the Sauerton Red wine fortune and daughter of Consul Tercio Andares, vanished during the Silverglazer Sunday celebration and has not been seen since.”

With a meaningful look, Maldris catches Brackett’s attention, and the two nod in understanding as the major contributes.

“Tercio Andares is powerful and widely respected; not only has he been the mayor of the large town for many years, but he is also a strong voice in the Andoren military—even for a consul. The Sauerton Red winery has made him extremely wealthy, and his financial support could be a considerable asset to the Pathfinders’ important work in and around the Worldwound. He seems uninterested in foreign affairs, though, perhaps because it’s politically safer to focus on domestic matters. Even so, he is known to help those who help him.”

“I appreciate the summary, major,” says Brackett. “I am convinced that the Andares’s gratitude would do much to refill our war chest for a struggle that is unlikely to end quickly. When you track down Thalia, as I trust you will do quickly, it is important not only to the Pathfinder Society but perhaps to the whole world that you request funding for the military campaign against the Worldwound. Of course, convincing Tercio to contribute troops and military aid would be even better, but aim for finances first.”

With a sigh, Major Maldris picks up his tricorne hat and
prepares to depart.

“I would stay longer, but I must make final preparations to travel,” he states in a quiet voice. “While I hopethat the Andares family agrees to help the society, I am also wary of this political practice of mutual backscratching. As all of you are in Sauerton—especially those who care for this fine country—remain vigilant for signs of short-sighted corruption and abandonment of Andoran’s founding principles: freedom and democracy. Follow what you believe to be the best course of action, as I will not be available to advise you. Nonetheless, I would appreciate any reports of corruption after the situation is resolved.”

After sharing a quick handshake with Brackett and a nod of farewell to the rest of you, he departs, closing the door behind him.

Telfyr breaks the moment of silence that follows by reporting,

“My scrying indicates that the young Andares is being held in a building with high ceilings and once-elegant adornments in a style popular in this nation before the People’s Revolt. The structure seems to have sustained extensive fire damage which has not been repaired. Thalia is alive and unhurt, at least for now. She was reading a fresh copy of the essays of Alysande Benedict when I saw her.”

Brackett begins to bring the briefing to a close by concluding, “We have transportation ready to take you to Sauerton as quickly as possible. When you arrive, present this letter to Consul Andares before you begin your investigation. It introduces you and offers the condolences and assistance of the Pathfinder Society. Not only is this proper etiquette to announce your intentions to the mayor, but Thalia vanished from the Andares manor. Someone there should be able to make sense of Telfyr’s visions.

Telfyr frowns at Brackett’s diction. “Scrying, Brackett, is diff–“

“Alright, yes, scrying,” the venture-captain concedes as he pushes a sealed letter across the table. “Introductions, rescue operation, then negotiation for funding and possible military support. Make any questions quick; you’ve got a boat to catch.”

The reality of the seriousness and importance of a real quest begins to set in. Umm I don't have any questions sir. I believe I am ready for the trip.

Mythryndyr hides a frown as the Venture-Captain and his cohorts seem more interested in funding and military support than in the kidnapped girl's well-being...

"Just a couple sir. Were there no guards assigned to protect her? Nor witnesses of her abduction? I'd assume she'd be a high-value target to any enemy of such a high-powered public official. For a girl such as she, being kidnapped during what I assume is a public celebration, with no witnesses, and no guards in the vicinity, seems a bit odd...perhaps this was planned with someone who had inside information of the girl and/or her family..."

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Once aboard the ship, Myth will inform his companions of what he found out from locals about the situation they're walking into. (So they can look at the spoilers above with a DC20 or less)

Mythryndyr hides a frown as the Venture-Captain and his cohorts seem more interested in funding and military support than in the kidnapped girl's well-being...

"Just a couple sir. Were there no guards assigned to protect her? Nor witnesses of her abduction? I'd assume she'd be a high-value target to any enemy of such a high-powered public official. For a girl such as she, being kidnapped during what I assume is a public celebration, with no witnesses, and no guards in the vicinity, seems a bit odd...perhaps this was planned with someone who had inside information of the girl and/or her family..."

The venture-captain nods and shuffles his paperwork.

You would have to ask around the Andares manor for more information on defenses and protections, but I have heard the manor was empty aside from Thalia because her father, the servants, and town guards were out attending the Silverglazer Sunday celebration. She's been described as "Exceedingly bookish and willful" and had stayed behind stating she wished to be left alone. According to her father, she didn't much like festivities and had no desire to join in, simply wanting the evening to study in quiet. It was only after the festivities when they returned that she was found missing, though more than that you would have to ask the people there.

"An easy mark then...and still could be an insider involved. Thank you sir, that's all for me."

He bows and steps back. When his companions are ready, he'll head for the ship...

While the captain gives that answer Nigel is sitting pondering and comes up with a question himself. Hey, sir, I have a question. You mentioned a people's revolt. I may be ignorant to political happenings around the world, but I know nothing of this revolt. To avoid an unnecessary history lesson, how long ago was this revolt? And I assume as with most revolts, some people weren't happy with the result. Could that be the cause of this whole mess?

Nigel is ashamed to admit his ignorance of these events and is hoping his question doesn't make him look uninformed in front of his new companions.

While the captain gives that answer Nigel is sitting pondering and comes up with a question himself. Hey, sir, I have a question. You mentioned a people's revolt. I may be ignorant to political happenings around the world, but I know nothing of this revolt. To avoid an unnecessary history lesson, how long ago was this revolt? And I assume as with most revolts, some people weren't happy with the result. Could that be the cause of this whole mess?

Nigel is ashamed to admit his ignorance of these events and is hoping his question doesn't make him look uninformed in front of his new companions.

The venture-captain nods and shakes his head.

Messy business.... Andoran used to be ruled by Cheliax, but when Cheliax's hold loosened, the Andorans, who where sick and tired of being ruled over by aristocrats and nobles, especially demonic ones, overthrew them and instituted a concept called "Democracy". But, unlike nearby Galt, which executed everyone even remotely related to the nobles, and still to this day will "Execute" anyone they can call a noble, Andoran ended the revolution surprisingly peacefully... Nobles who where willing to give up their titles and pay hefty restoration taxes where allowed to join society without much loss. The experiment in this "Freedom Trade Democracy" thing has made the entire country extremely wealthy in a very short period of time. No one is 100% sure how Andoran has avoided Galt's fate and become a stable nation, though many believe the common rallying cause against slavery has helped bind them together.

He tilts his head back and runs his hand along his chin.

It's certainly possible... the Andares are ex-nobles who gave up their titles to remain in Andoran, could be someone has a problem with them. Either people bitter about them keeping the wealth they did, or nobles angry at them for "Betraying" their titles.

Diplo: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17
"Well we will investigate and find out!"

Knowledge, Local: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Aiden barks out a laugh as he learns that he'll be going into Andoran. "I see the Paracountess has a sense of humor at least. The Bellflower Network would have a fit if they knew I was headed back into Andoran at the behest of Colston Maldris to save the daughter of a consul." He shakes his head and smiles.

"Any idea of why someone would kidnap the girl? Is it for business reasons or political reasons? Someone could be trying to leverage the consul, or someone could be hoping to bring down his business." He pauses, then continues in uneven words like he's trying to remember something. "Actually, someone told me that the Captain of the Guard was having a dispute with the Mayor of Sauerton. I didn't know who that was until now. Something about wanting funds for more guards, but the mayor refusing. So...maybe this is blackmail? Or revenge? Merton Demrick, i think was the name of the Captain. Maybe he kidnapped her."

Well it seems already have a few leads and we haven't even left yet. I am not sure we will be able to get much more information on the leads here. I am ready for departure once everyone else is too. Thank you Captain for trusting us with the job.

diplo: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Q'lack hops up and down for a moment. "It is sad that those who revolted did away with much good that the nobility bring, as well as the bad who were corrupted by Cheliax influence." he croacks

He thinks about the situation.

"Political kidnappings are common in Taldane unfortunately. Perhaps these have spread. I'm not very 'up' on Andaran geography... is this town near a border that she may have been spirited over? "

Looking to the others Eroil looks confused. [b]"What is this Bellflower network? But in any case we can speculate a lot, but it will need legwork to find answers. I hope struggler will manage. He is not used to traveling by ship."

Holy wall of text, Batman!

Can't say I'm the authority on Andoran's local politics, but I'm just like my guns - point me in the right direction and pull the trigger, and I'll make sure your problem is taken care of. Persephone smiles slightly. Nigel is right; we've got an heiress to find, and there's no sense in letting time waste. We'll be far more likely to find this decades-old fire-damaged building if we're nearby to stare straight at it.

No questions from me. Good to go!

[dice=Knowledge, Local]1d20+8

"Any idea of why someone would kidnap the girl? Is it for business reasons or political reasons? Someone could be trying to leverage the consul, or someone could be hoping to bring down his business."b]

The venture captain nods.

“Vivianna Talwin is the only major political rival Andares has to our knowledge. He has no obvious bad blood in the business of cheap wine.”

If you want to do any shopping, now is the time to do it! Otherwise, we'll move to the next area.

When Eroil looks at us, Nigel just shrugs and looks just as confused. Politics that don't effect my business have never been my forte. I am grateful our captain here was able to give us a brief and understandable history. I was worried he would sound like one of the wizards my father hired to train my magic; a lot of words with no understanding. But I think I understand the picture, at least a little bit.

Nigel is acting anxious and nervous for the trip now. Where he once was excited, the importance of a real quest has made this all more real to him.

I forgot to by the simple mundane gear, i.e. the pathfinder kit. The only shopping I need to do is pick that up. I am ready to move on when ever everyone else is.

The Venture Captain nods and waves the pathfinders out.

You have a job to do pathfinders. Do us proud.

The PCs’ voyage up the Andoshen River is swift, and they enjoy good weather until the last hour, when a light rain begins to fall. The Andares’s manor is not difficult to find, being one of several dozen stately homes still standing in the town as functional reminders of a past age’s nobility. Most of Sauerton appears well maintained, and although the seasonal workers who arrived a few months earlier to help pick the grapes have since departed, several presses are still set up in the town square—the residents await the return of fairer weather so they can resume their wine production.

As the PCs navigate Sauerton, a halfling wearing light armor and a rain-spattered helmet hails them,

Hallo! Pathfinders!

He jogs up to them, light splashes accompanying small footsteps.

Names Captain Merton Demrick! It's good to see you! We can use whatever skills you might be bringing! The sooner Ms. Thalia is found, the better!

He shields his eyes for a moment and says, not quite shouting to be heard over the rain.

Let me get you to the mansion! No sense talking out here in this!

He leads the team quickly to the Andares mansion which stands at the edge of a beautiful green and has a facade dominated by fine marble pillars. The manor is tall and as imposing inside as out.

The Halfling captain rushes up to the door and beats on it a few times.

A thin, hook-nosed woman with graying brown hair held in a tight bun—answers the door.

No visitors! The master is busy!

The Halfling pipes up, giving the old woman a bit of a startle.

Dorabeth! It's me! I've brought the pathfinders! Let us in out of this damnable rain already!

She haughtily sniffs for a moment before letting out a exasperated sigh.

Demrick, your going to drive me to a early grave you toadstool.

The Halfling ducks inside the door and motions everyone else in.

Not possible, I'm pretty sure you're already calcified Dorabeth.

The two's banter seems mostly friendly, if a bit tense.

Make sure to wipe your feet! Dorabeth commands the pathfinders as they enter, giving a distinct look of disdain at the grippli member. If you track any mud in here, I'll throw you back into the rain myself!

Once everybody is inside, she ushers the team into a waiting room.

I do apologize. Dorabeth says. But the master is in a meeting right now... you will simply have to wait a few minutes until he's finished... are you here about Ms. Thalia?

Mythryndyr bows to the lady and nods. "Yes, ma'am. We were sent to assist in finding, and rescuing, her..."

Nigel makes sure his boots are spotless before entering. Pleased to meet you, Dorabeth. That is indeed why we are here. Is there any information you can offer about the night of her disappearance? Might as well collect some information while we wait for the master of the house.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Aiden frowns as the halfling Captain accompanies them to the Andares mansion. You can see him trying to watch Demrick, but soon he simply shakes his head.

As they are greeted by Dorabeth, Aiden nods as Nigel asks about any details. "Furthermore, do you know if anyone has contacted the family to make demands? Kidnapping is usually about getting something. It would help if we knew what they wanted."

Nigel makes sure his boots are spotless before entering. Pleased to meet you, Dorabeth. That is indeed why we are here. Is there any information you can offer about the night of her disappearance? Might as well collect some information while we wait for the master of the house.

The old woman shakes her head.

Weren't nobody here the night the young miss disappeared. Such a tragedy...

She leans over to the pathfinders and gives a conspiratorial glance and stage whispers to them.

Course, I've heard a few things around town...

The Halfling captain groans.

Dorabeth you chattering ninny, the pathfinders have real investigating to do, not waste time with your mad tales!

She kicks him... well, it would have been in the shin, but for him it's more like a knee, and gives a dramatic sigh and sniff.

Here I am, trying to find the missus, and you brand me with such lies Demrick! I'm sure they want to hear about how I heard that Kyonin elves have crossed the border, and are going to sacrifice dear Ms. Thalia to one of their horrid forest gods! Course, the ladies at the market say that a Chelish spy has stolen her away, and hidden her body in one of her father's wine casks as revenge!

The captain groans again... though if it's at the proposed scenario or the kick, your not quite sure.

[dice=Sense Motive]1d20+4

Aiden frowns as the halfling Captain accompanies them to the Andares mansion. You can see him trying to watch Demrick, but soon he simply shakes his head.

As they are greeted by Dorabeth, Aiden nods as Nigel asks about any details. "Furthermore, do you know if anyone has contacted the family to make demands? Kidnapping is usually about getting something. It would help if we knew what they wanted."

The captain shakes his head.

Not that he's shared with the guard... but I'll be frank, I've dealt with kidnappings before, if he's been threatened to keep the authorities out of it, he may not even tell us if he did. Specially if his girl is threatened if he talks to us.

Myth listens to the old woman and captain, but says nothing just trying to get a read on what they say...

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

In the end, he finds Dorabeth's stories to be nothing but gossip...and finds Demrick to be pretty sharp in his thinking...

Well thank you ma'am for the answers. We will look into all credible leads once we have the chance to talk with Andares. I just have one more question, are there any other outside groups who have taken up the job to find the missing woman?

[Ooc] I don't have any other questions so once the rest of the party asks there questions, I am ready to move on [/occ]

Woa that was a wall of text after a hard day.
Taking care that struggler is well fed before entering the city Eroil follows the others into the mansion. Slowly listening to the ladys story she absently strokes her companion while listening to the story.

Well thank you ma'am for the answers. We will look into all credible leads once we have the chance to talk with Andares. I just have one more question, are there any other outside groups who have taken up the job to find the missing woman?

[Ooc] I don't have any other questions so once the rest of the party asks there questions, I am ready to move on [/occ]

The old woman shakes her head.

Not that I've heard... just the guards, and you pathfinders, though the Consul is in talks with a another consul, Consul Sander Bryton. He works alongside General Reginald Cormoth, who's in charge of the Eagle Knights....

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Myth ponders the old woman's words, thinking, Useful information...this Consul Bryton is a key cog in directing Andoran military...might be helpful in the Society's goal for more troops and fundging for the Mendevian Crusades...