|Alexander_Damocles Goblin Squad Member|
As Alexander Damocles walks in, Theodium looks at him and quizzically raises an eyebrow. "I recall you were a Pathfinder of knowledge. Did you not learn your lesson the last time you tried the Emerald Spirit?"
Settling into a chair, he gives a frustrated and longsuffering sigh. "Oh, I did. That's why I'm back. My daughter, Ashiel showed up. Not only does she have the mark so that she is trapped in this scheme of Pharasma, she managed to talk people into putting her administrative skills to good use. My daughter just became my boss. Every time I return to a shrine or need new gear, I have to ask my daughter for new equipment. At the moment, I don't care if the drink puts me out for a day or two or merely gives me a hangover worthy of Cayden Cailean."
Theodium shakes his head in sympathy as the drink arrives. "Then may you find what you seek in the bottom of the flask." As he walk away, he writes in a ledger "New contact in The Empyrean Order, Ashiel Damocles. Possible business associate."
Fortitude: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Downing the drink in seconds, Damocles felt the drink explode behind his eyeballs, and as his head hit the table he thought "Praise Abadar, now I can rest...." as the world faded to black.
Waking up the next day, he awoke to find his daughter staring at him. "Well. This is new. I journey to the Emerald Lodge to establish contact, and as a bargain the tavernkeep throws in you."
Damocles groans and thinks to himself "Will I have to start trying to sleep in Golgotha? At least there I won't have recriminations to wake up to..."