"...advantage...cost?"
Briar smirks.
"Advantage? It is my home, Varisian. It may not be much of one in your eyes, but it holds my temple, my Craftorium, and it is where I lay my head. It is where the Waif's spiders nest and where she brews her potions. It is where we prop up Charlie after his latest bender...and where he feeds his still. It is where the 'Sward and I crafted our first wand," Briar snorts.
"It is home. If we are not fighting for our home, why are we fighting at all?"
Briar pauses then continues.
"As for cost, it is my magic to spend...and others to lend aid. I would take only volunteers to reclaim the DollWarrens. As for the risk to my life, it is *my* life...and I would give it fighting for my home. If you wish to beg away, I understand. We will not risk Seri on this," Briar answers.
"However, should it be untouched, then we can assume that the Queen does not know of it...which means it will be perfect for us. Should it be infested with the Dead, then maybe we will reconsider. As I have mentioned before, Eries is a nice back up...and the Rakshasha is another nice diversion."
"Charlie, sounds like one of your Sendings is in order. Ask Cressida where she hides within the city walls, and if it's safe to visit her directly."
Charlie (I presume) so sends to Cressida and gets a reply. ”There you are! We are under Pharasma’s boneyard, protected in part by the church itself. Seek out Bishop Keppira D’Bear and she shall lead...” Charlie gets the impression she continues on, but the spell ends before she can complete her thought.
Barael nods approvingly as Charlie brings his power to bear, and shares her reply. "Well, looks like we know where Cressida resides now, and the DOLLWarrens are located very nicely if we're to make excursions into Pharasma's boneyard." Barael winks at Fondo, then raises both eyebrows.
"Oh, and it looks like I'll need to stop by Saul's to secure Black Tooth in its new finery. Are we all ready with our preparations, or is there more work to be done in Kaer Maga?"
Fondo laughs and smiles. "Twould seem that Fortune and our magicks are aligned. The Warrens then. Let's ask friend Eries if she knows of paths from there into the Vault. As for entry... Walking on the wind sounds good. Some air were lovely after these two weeks inside."
He considers a bit more. "I think it prudent that we sew some havoc prior to our breaching of the castle walls. The statues, say. Destroy them."
Briar looks around the room, thinking he has general consensus on his plan.
"So...tomorrow night after Barael picks up his blade, a small strike team will wind walk to Korvosa. Under cover of darkness and as gas, we will look for a point of scrying for Dandilion. If it is clear enough, I shall bring us within the walls of the DollWarrens and we shall sweep," Briar says. "If the incursion fails, we shall return to Kaer Maga and plan another entry...possibly with Eries and the Vaults."
"I can take 4 with me...which means a few of us may need to stay behind. Dandi has pre-indicated her support. I need 3 more."
Briar looks at Fondo, Barael, Charlie, and Nikolay.
"As for the statues, I don't know how to address them until I see them for myself. Mayhaps magic will take them down. Maybe not. I would need to see for myself to know what magics might be brought against them."
"Like you have to ask. You already know I need my blade first. You need two more."
Deyanira speaks up, though slowly as she continues to concentrate on illusions, "I, I could scry one of you just before you leave. Then teleport the rest of the group in if the coast was clear - with a little luck."
Majenko holds up a claw, "I'm in. I love flying that faaaast."
"I'd gladly go along, or wait for Deyanira to transport the rest." He looks again at Briar, and then to Dandi. "I've asked before what magicks you may have to read our fates. Mayhap you could some wisdom gain by asking Nethys or the spider spirits of the dangers that await. Alas, Zellara has been still of late, and puri daj* is far away."
"I'd gladly go along, or wait for Deyanira to transport the rest." He looks again at Briar, and then to Dandi. "I've asked before what magicks you may have to read our fates. Mayhap you could some wisdom gain by asking Nethys or the spider spirits of the dangers that await. Alas, Zellara has been still of late, and puri daj* is far away."
Dandi flashes a sheepish smile, " The Father of Dreams gives what he will in his own time, I'm afraid. As of yet, he has made no mention of our immediate future. There is a knot in the web and the only way through is to pick carefully at the strands."
Charlie says, "I'm in. A field surgeon might be in order."
Charlie says, "I'm in. A field surgeon might be in order."
Briar nods, happy. He looks at Fondo and Nikolay.
Room for one more. Or for Majenko. Not all.
Majenko hops up and down on Briar's shoulder, "Pick me, me, pick me."
Fondo defers to Briar in his selection. "Just say the word and I'll be there, friend elf."
Briar's eyes travel from Fondo's eyes down to his sword arm. He sees the anchor around it and sighs.
We cannot risk it.
He smiles as Majenko pleads to go, only giving 'Sward a moment of attention.
"We have our team. I expect this will be safer than our last mission...and we shall be scrying. We shall leave tomorrow after my final craftings and we confirm that Barael's sword is ready," Briar confirms.
"We wind walk under cover of night to near the DollWarrens, pausing for Dandi's scryings, then we will breach. Should things go wrong once inside, I shall return us here."
Briar sits back, thinking about secondary plans should this one fail.
"If things go well, Deyanira, please do try to get to us."
Briar looks at Barael.
"So, Rat, what shall we do with your Rakshasha?"
Briar draws Dandi aside after the meeting.
"Waif, I will need your protections from scryings as we do this. If someone tracks us, we must know. Also, prepare at least a pair of scryings, we may need them."
Barael looks up at the mention of 'Rat', and smiles. "Well, he did offer us a way into the city, by means of his alternate routes. And we may still have access to his messenger waiting in the seedier quarter of Kaer Maga. Not sure he's still there, to be honest." Barael considers for a bite of apple.
"He has proven to be a reasonably dependable resource." Barael looks upon Dandi with a renewed comfort. "If we seek to cast illusion of our arrival in Old Korvosa, then we need to lay out our intentions to the one bearing the message back to Glorio. If we somehow draw attentions to Old Korvosa, while we in fact enter into the boneyards, I think we'll have accomplished something."
Majenko stops jumping up and down after a while, happy at having been selected for the team. He leans in to Briar.
He explains that he uses a combination of Acute Senses and Enter Image to let him look out from a variety of angles at a d20+24 perception.
"The people of Korvosa love Pseudodragons. We're a common theme in art - especially as gargoyles and reliefs at the tops of buildings. I can search vast areas with my mind, it's great fun watching people. I can do this a couple times a day, sometimes more if I don't focus as closely (skipping the Acute Senses). It's been boring in Kaer Maga, there aren't nearly as many carvings of me here and there were none in Scarwall." He shudders.
You can feel his grin through your mind as he looks forward to going home.
Briar nods and give Majenko a proud smirk.
"You are the best of all of us, Majenko. You know your service to me is long over...you do not need to risk your life for this any longer. That you would volunteer shows a bond as strong as magic can forge," Briar telepathetics.
"Bring your scrying magics, you can confirm what Dandi finds...the more eyes the better. I won't ask you to risk your life."
Majenko twists his face up trying to match Briar's smirk, but he can't quite manage it leaving his face most comical.
"It hasn't been a year yet with my former pact, but I'm game for a new one if that is your wish. My pact with you is to aid you where I can, for my own betterment as well as yours. I require only two things. A proper ring" he holds up his little hand with it's rough gold band, "and you must raise me should I fall. Promise those two things, and our bond shall continue unabated."
He considers a moment. "I'd like a Ring of Telekinesis ideally, but if you cannot afford that then a Ring of Invisibility. Of course I myself shall craft the ring, in your craftorium with your permission, so I only need the raw materials."
He's in no particular hurry either - you don't have to do it now. He's quite willing to wait a bit to get the 'better' ring.
Wind Walk will be trickier at night, but not impossible. Figure you're 3 hours from Korvosa by day, and at night the party will have to follow more obvious landmarks, stay closer to the rivers to see them, etc. so it'll be harder and longer. Plan on 4 hours on the outside.
Nikolay rouses himself again.
"Ready when everyone else is. I can't scry, but can teleport if needed."
"We'll use your bond as signal when you're sure it's safe. Unless you've means to send a call like Kako here. For Poor'enedra, scrying'd be a short lived thing, and take more. Or mayhap Nik could teleport, instead of walking on the wind."
Briar looks around, still expecting someone to comment on the things at hand.
"You shall have your ring, Majenko. And you shall not die unless I fall as well. As long as I live, so shall you. The ring may take a while; I'll make it happen as soon as I can," Briar promises.
You've been a good friend, dragon. Nethys smiles upon you.
* * *After discussion* * *
Briar will return to his craftery, making mental plans.
On Day 14, after Barael picks up his sword, the strike team will meet to begin Operation KV.
Lvl 6 spells: Heal, Word of Recall (Kaer Maga), Word of Recall (DOLLWarrens), Wind Walk, AntiMagic Shell.
Evening castings;
Atol Haul
Gr. Magic Weapon on Thrumble
Ext. AirElfWalk
Ext. Telepathetic Bond (Briar, Barael, Dandi, Charlie, & Nikolay*)
Cast Wind Walk (Briar, Barael, Dandi, Charlie, Majenko).
Fly to Korvosa at night. (3.5-4 hours).
Find quiet place near DollWarrens to scry (800 or so feet away).
Dandi/Majenko Scry like (crystal) ballers.
If not totally awful, Word of Recall inside...to the Craftorium.
*=Though Nikolay is not on the strike team, but he can teleport directly to the DOLLWarrens on his own. He's seen it enough if he & Fondo & Deyanira want to pop as well after we mentally communicate things.
"Yes, I'll prepare both the precautionary spells to protect us from eavesdroppers even as we go to do a little judicious eavesdropping of our own. I'll call my friends to attend with me as well, their many eyes should make our job easier and safer, I think." With a deep breath, she commits to making the best use of the hours left to her. "There's a few hours left, I should go make use of them."
Fondo puts a fresh pot on for kahve and breaks out the Harrow deck for Deyanira and Nikolay once the advance team leaves. "Reading?"
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Fondo sleeps fitfully the night before his friends turn to wind. His dreams are full of memories.
He stares at the bottom of his third tankard, listening to the ocarinist play an old Varisian lullaby in the style of the Chelaxian courts. Too staid by far, but oh those lips. Mayhap the passion of the road'll win him back the soul those Chelish devils take away. He signals the barmaid. "A tankard of your finest mead for our winsome lad. I'd see his whistle wet."
He waits for her to deliver the draught during a pause in the lad's performance, and makes his way over. "You've a lovely ear, my lad. May it take you far and wide—if that should be your wish. I'm Fondo, of the clan Barondo. I think I heard them call you Ruan. No? Which clan call you your own?" He smiles and with a gesture asks, May I join you?
He wakes, naked and alone, head pounding as loudly as the heavy oak door below. He grimaces at the memory of the previous night. Barael and the Ulfen woman. Too much drink, a too familiar groping of the lad mid-play, and a slap that still stings despite having been well past numb with drink. He’d been ejected from the tavern, left to lie on the cobblestones.
The lad’s angry, wounded look still burns like a brand as he closes his eyes. Opening them again, he stumbles to the shutters and shouts out at the insistent, yellow-eyed woman…
”Ruan’s not here, and ‘e said yer not welcome no more, anyways.” The bouncer crosses his arms, stony-faced as Fondo tries to re-ingratiate himself.
Walking away, Fondo frets for a few blocks. Plenty more sheep in this pasture. The lad knows not what glee he’ll miss. He straightens his back and affects a swagger, but loses it after another two blocks. The thoughts don’t form themselves into words, but if they did they’d say, No wonder you’re blood’s spat you out. No wonder your new friends pay you so little heed. You’re a louse. A fool.
Mood gloomy, he finds himself in South Shore, at the alehouse to which he’d meant to take the Elf. He plasters the swagger back on his face and enters. Spying a comely elf across the tavern, he dances his way through the crowd and invites her for a twirl…
More early morning banging from below. "Gahhh! Whozere? Waidwho'reyou? Lu... Luv... Ludovic. Hi." Some lad next to him. Not the lad.
Deyanira, Ruan’s sister, asks for help finding her missing brother. Inside, he castigates himself, Fool, you pushed him away, and now he’s in trouble. Fool.
Nonsense. He’s spurned me, and given me no chance to make it right.
"Ruan, you say? Hm. Winsome lad? Long neck? Hair like cherry wood?" Despite his self-reproach, he can’t help but smile fondly. "Fret not about coin. Ruan's known to me. I'll do whatever I can to help..." His eyes are dry, but his blustering anger at the lad is turning to worry and regret. I’ve got to help.
Fondo sits at Ruan’s side, aching for him to awaken. Then you’ll see. I was there. I’ve changed. I won’t ever…
The others do their research, but Fondo watches, obeying what orders Deyanira and Charlie give. His errands take him to the kitchen to prepare some broth. The lad’s awake when he returns. ”Ruan…” The lad gives him a surprised look that begins with anger and ends, questioning, at Deyanira. She turns to Fondo, gives him a look that’s both amused and reproachful, and ushers him out of the room.
Fondo makes his way down to observe his friend’s research on a cure, batting away his anxiety. What has he set in motion in himself?
Later, Deyanira corners him in the kitchen. ”If you hadn’t just saved Ruan’s life, I’d set your breeches ablaze. How could you be so churlish?” But her look is much less angry than her words. She sighs. ”You have saved him, and in that you’ve made your statement. He would have words with you. But first, I would know: What do you want of my brother?”
Fondo inhales deeply, his jaw protruding a bit as it does when he is about to orate his way out of trouble. Instead, he lets the air out in a quick sigh. Looking at the ground, he says, ”He’s touched my heart. I thought… Twas more than just…” His words falter.
A knowing smile comes to Deyanira’s face. ”He does that to your lot. Seeds in search of soil. Well, fine…” She looks at the rapier at his hip and makes a wager to herself. ”There’s a catch, though. Now that you’ve saved his life, it’s yours to guard. These are dangerous times. Pretty young prodigies never fair well under tyrants. There’s greatness in Ruan, and he needs freedom to let it grow.” She shakes his head. ”He’s stubborn. He won’t run. Says that Korvosa’s the only place where he can make his mark. I suppose he knows better than I do.” Giving Fondo an appraising look, she asks, ”If you feel the way I think you do, will you promise me something? Make it better here. Give him a city where he can shine. And let me help you.”
A trapped look comes across Fondo’s face. It would be a promise he could not bring himself to break. He knows it in his heart. Quietly, he nods. Nods, and begins to cry.
Fondo wakes up next to Ruan, fully clothed. He puts a damp cloth to the lad’s still-hot face and smiles down on him. Let’s hope my promise doesn’t get you killed, lad.
They slip down a side passage while the others plan with Eries. Fondo cups Ruan’s face in his hands. Won’t you come with us? he implores with his eyes. But the ocarinist shakes his head. Fondo nods back. ”Our journey shall be perilous, and this is yet your home. Will you play your pipes for Eries and her rats? Give them the courage you’ve inspired in me.”
He waits for the lad’s response and then gives him a kiss full of passion and promise. This is the last time I’ll leave you, lad.
The party meets once more in the chambers they’ve called home these last two weeks. The bill is paid through to next week so if someone is tracking them that way they may be thrown off a little. Deyanira did not renew the protections here so that she could be ready to place them on the Doll Warrens should you arrive that night (she did use extend spell where she could the day before so some protections are still in place (Mage’s Private Sanctum & Detect Scry in particular)).
Elements of the party (Briar, Barael, Dandi, Charlie, Majenko) fly off into the night as wispy clouds, barely visible against the cooling Rova night sky. While the rest of the party waits nervously for information on the state of their home, the fliers barrel over the cliffs and into the huge valley below, slowly descending all the way to Korvosa - your home.
The trip itself is fairly uneventful. You lost your way, briefly, but caught it quickly and were back on course before too many miles had passed below you. Eventually, a scant 4 hours since leaving Kaer Maga, you reach the watery port of Korvosa at the mouth of the Jeggare River.
The city is dark as you approach, darker than you’d think normal. People are shuttering their homes - even though the night is quite pleasant. Fewer folks are out in the streets, they can’t travel legally with the curfews. It’s also quieter. Silent, like a tomb. As they approach, they figure the best place to scry will be just inside the walls in the graveyard. Few will be searching there - especially with the rumors of undead uprisings. With luck you’ll see any priests of Pharasma long before they see you (assuming you go in without light sources).
Squatting between a large sepulcher and the inner wall, Dandilion and Majenko prepare their spells and begin to scry. Majenko explains that the only places he won’t be able to see are the private residence rooms of the various party members. Majenko scries first and reports, telepathically, what he finds.
Apparently he can see quite a lot!
”OK, first the outside. The streets near the house are dark and deserted. There’s also nothing near the original entrance to the tomb we converted to the DollWarrens. Just graves.”
”Oh, OH! Damn. Looks like the house has been commandeered by the Gray Maidens. They are stationing troops there and using it as a base of operations for that part of the city.” Majenko looks at the party and continues telepathically, ”Well you did build it like a fortress, so I guess that’s not surprising. Looks like there are a couple dozen Gray Maidens stationed there - but there may be more, remember I can’t see into the bedrooms. I’m guessing to size by the tables and common areas they’re using.”
”Now the house basement. The hallway is full of supplies - barrels, boxes, that sort of thing. I don’t see anything unusual around the area of the wall where the secret door once stood. In fact there are a couple big barrels in the way that would block the door. The long secret tunnel inside is clear, just like we left it. Cool, looks like the Doll Warrens are empty. At least all the common areas. Doesn’t look like anything has changed since we left.” He pauses a moment as he looks closer in a couple locations. ”Yeah it totally looks clear.”
”I can see the south gate too. It’s closed, and there are pe-le-nty of troops stationed there. Wow that’s a lot of hardware. We’d best avoid the gates. Oh, that’s so cute! A little boy has a toy Pseudodragon in his toy box around the corner. I’m gonna have some fun, back later.” Majenko goes quiet, but you can see him pantomiming some game or other that he’s apparently playing with the boy…
Barael reaches out telepathically. "Of course they took it over. That's perfect, actually. We can come and go from the Warrens, them none the wiser, because they'd think us mad to locate so close to one of their bases." Barael sounds eager to move. "So, are we headed in now, or must we travel back and secure the rest of us?"
~~~~~~~~~~
Her brow furrows as she considers the implications of Majenko's work. They're in my house! And to think I found them so shiny once....
Dandi nods silently to the others then casts her first clairaudience-clairvoyance spell, placing the first sensor in the Craftorium.
Just a quick trip to say goodbye. One...maybe two ladies. They can get hold of me right away anyway. They'll be gone for hours.
Nikolay starts for the door before he thinks better of it.
"They've made it there safely, Fondo. The Gray Maidens have taken over the house, but the DollWarrens appear secure."
Dandilion peers into the dark chamber and cannot see much, just a 10' radius around her sensor. Within that small space however, everything is as she remembers leaving it. Her lab, all the beakers and tumblers and various balances and weights - all the accoutrements of a top notch alchemy lab still in place where she left them.
The only addition appears to be some spider webbing throughout from all her little friends searching for food in the dark.
"Good work, Waif, Majenko," Briar thanks.
I am surrounded by Nethys' wonder. Magic is all.
When people are ready, Briar will Word of Recall the strike team into the Craftorium and send a mental note to Nikolay.
His bow will be drawn and his eyes ready to killify anything in his dang bed.
When Barael touches down in the Craftorium, he'll produce his locket for a light source, hand on Black Tooth, and ready to claim what is his and his.
Dandi activates her hair and grabs her dagger, prepared to defend her family
"When you're ready."
Nikolay holds out his hands to Fondo and Deyanira.
"They're entering now. I'll wait until they say it's clear or they need assistance though."
The party searches the DollWarrens and all is as perceived by the scrying. The chambers are secure and unchanged from your last visitation when you sealed them up.
Deyanira can cast the teleportation so Nikolay can save his spell.
...and the party is together again!
"How about now," Briar asks Dandi for the 15th time. "Are we being scryed upon now?"
Briar keeps his bow drawn as he walks the halls of the DOLLWarrens, increasingly happy to find them unoccupied.
When he gets to the cellar egress (to the basement), Briar casts Magic Mouth to sound alarm if something other than the Harrowcast passes through.
Finally, after a few searches, he declares the DOLLWarrens to be safe...but still asks Dandi again if there were any scrying attempts.
* * *
He seems pleased when Nikolay pops in, a surprise of a plan that has worked.
"Welcome home, 'Sward," Briar says, "It is good to find our home in the shape as we left it. Remember when we used to craft together here?"
Briar smiles.
"It is late, let us set watch and sleep this night. Tomorrow we have a city to free and magics to uncover. Tomorrow, we renew our magics and our focus."
Barael looks over the lab equipment with a light nostalgia, taking a couple of pieces of glassware, and cleaning them out of respect. Setting the beaker and flask down, he moves to his old room, and dusts off what he can.
Returning to the others, Barael wipes his hands gently. "Should we suggest a time to Cressida and hers, so we can meet efficiently on the morrow? A brief sending to let her know?"
Fondo grimaces in the dark of the Warrens—never his favorite place. He shrugs, though, and gives Briar a grin. "You're home to lie among the bones you love. Let's send a call to Cressida. And Poor'enedra: mayhap cast your wards?"
Deyanira does indeed - with Briar's approval - cast Mage's Private Sanctum, but holds off on Guards and Wards as it might be more protection than is warranted and the side effects can be a little annoying.
Briar stifles at the suggestion of bringing Cressida to the DOLLWarrens...or at least giving her directions.
"We should go pick her up...or have Majenko lead her while we watch if she's being followed or scryed."
There are four 'possible' entrances.
1) To the Doll House. That is down a long tunnel (~300' or so) and sealed by Stone Shape.
2) To the surface through a small crypt. That too has been sealed by Stone Shape.
3) A small tunnel to the west. Majenko explored a little as I recall as it was too small to check out without squeezing (at best) for the rest of you. That way too was sealed by Stone Shape.
4) Through a chained and barred door which leads deeper into the crypt network under the graveyard. Or so it is believed. It was never fully investigated just sealed off and left alone.
I believe you are remembering #2 Briar. One Stone Shape (as I recall) will be enough to free that passage. You left the walls thin that way as a bolt-hole if I remember our conversation. One Stone Shape in an un-obvious area and you're free!
Charlie will go to his lab and find his hidden bottle. He'll take a pull, grimace and replace the bottle with some of the good stuff he got in Kaer Maga. He'll then return to the main room and help plan.
"Before we decide what to do first, we need to assess the situation. Let's see if Eries can visit and we'll talk to Cressida and plan from there."
Dandi walks the hallways, reorienting herself to the Warrens .
She frowns as talk of "company" continues. "We've only just returned. The place is hardly suitable for company, I haven't even put real beds in the guest rooms as of yet."
Turning to Fondo, Nikolay, she sighs, " My apologies, my friends. I never thought that you would need a true bed down here with such a lovely house above. We'll fix it, somehow."
"And Charlie, how did we never get a true bed for you?!?!?!"
"Yeah, I'm more interested in visiting Cressida's crew below the crypts than I am in bringing her to the Warrens." Barael claps Charlie on the back.
"How soon can we have Eries here? Otherwise, would we consider taking the door that runs deeper into the crypts and seeing where that leads?" Can't believe I'd even consider that now, when I never would have before. Barael pats Black Tooth respectfully as he considers facing off with Korvosa's undead. Can't be any uglier than Scarwall's.
Cressidacressidacressida!
"Uh... Yes, I'm sure that would be better. Let's go clean the nightmares from our doorstep. At least some of them." Dandi heads into her room to get Wraith settled in for the night.
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Briar wakes up in his own bed in his own for the first time in months, happy and content to return to his home. *His* home. *His* craftorium. *His* shrine to magic and Nethys. Briar smiles a good smile.
Briar takes some time to listen to the Whispers from the Void at his shrine to Nethys, reaching deep into the nothingness to find the magic that lies therein.
At CharlieFeast, Briar suggests that the team go through the north passage, to see if there are undead there.
When people are ready, , Briar will quietly cast Stone Shape and take down the border wall between the two spots.
Briar asks Majenko to stand watch and keep guard of the DOLLWarrens, but does not object if he comes along.
Barael jumps at the chance to investigate the area, searching out for unwelcome intrusions. As the wall comes down, Barael is ready to search the tunnels that lead them into the Warrens in their first pass.
If nothing stops them, Barael seeks out sentries, and keeps to the shadows of the boneyards. He tries to place the Church, and the necessary path. If everyone continues, Barael leads, occasionally pausing to search the walks, and the skies.
The night is indeed uneventful and restful.
It is Starday Rova 15, 4707 when the wall comes down. Peering into the ossuary you see lots of bones as before, but nothing stirs within them. Majenko, eager to join the party, none the less stays put for now, guarding and watching over your freshly rediscovered home. Though he does watch you leave for some time from the entryway.
The area immediately outside the crypt entrance is also deserted. It's a few hundred yards across the graveyard to the church of Pharasma. It's a shorter distance to the nearest entrance to the Vaults - but there's a city wall between you and that entrance. There are gates through that wall, guarded by Pharasma priests and fighters as well as city troops (Gray Maidens and Korvosan Guardsmen).
While you watch (from positions of stealth), a familiar figure comes through one of those gates hauling his cart of death. Wal Gund enters the graveyard and begins to haul his load of plague ridden dead bodies toward the church. You met him a few times during the plague's peak doing his work as a body hauler. Looks like he's doing better now - he has an old nag dragging his cart instead of just himself. However he does have to push and help over some of the low hills and ruts in the graveyard road. You quickly lose sight of him in the cluttered built up graveyard.
Fondo looks to Charlie. "Kako, I wonder what your earthly friends can tell us of how easy twoukd be a tunnel to dig." He turns to Deyanira. "Might you disguise Dandi and I, and too your ward provide that hinders scrying? Dandi can say if scrying comes our way, while we attempt contact."