"Heh, figures the "Lord" sent us to get the scroll translated by literally the guy who made it for the goblins. Takes a special kind of dumb to invite the enemy into your own house..." The small illuskan picks up the scroll and holds it up next to the first one, his scowl almost sarcastic. It's as if he's used to his luck going exactly this way.
"Anyone have any other ideas? I kinda don't think Ulbrec has the best judgement, or another wizard, probably."
"Well, I'm no wizard, but let me have a look at them. I'm a decent linguistic according to my tutors back home... I do know five languages."
"Please do. I do think that we need to bring this matter to the Lord's attention...like, now. Sooner will be better than later. We are not the law here, after all."
Thadaenn spends the better part of thirty minutes poring over the journal and scroll. The scroll contains a script almost identical to the one currently in your possession, but the plucky dwarf manages to surmise that this one is the 'master' copy. Between the arcane knowledge of Thadaenn, Nilah and Tuva, as a group you probably figure that it was used to transport the group of goblins into the basement of the warehouse in Targos.
"Well... the script is very difficult to translate," the dwarf finally says when he pulls his nose out of the writings. "I believe they are referring to a "Legion" of some sort. And! There is mention of an event of some significance that is set to occur on the next full moon." Thâdænn concludes with a worried look upon his face.
"A... legion? And that's just a week from now. Is this some kind of invasion?" says Tuva worriedly.
The small illuskan scowls and shakes his head. "An invasion in a week? Maybe we should head back south. Though I guess maybe not if Lord Fancy-Clothes handles this with his typical... competence."
The sarcasm is just dripping from Tyrek's words.
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Nilah listens patiently to Thâdænn's explanation of the script but turns a bit impatient when it doesn't reveal the desired information.
"So, there are no clues as to what this Legion is? There has to be a mention of some other name."
Listening to Tyrek...
"Who knows? Maybe what he lacks in judgement of character, he makes up for in tactical defense planning. If a legion is coming, can we really help him with this anyway? If it's not practical, maybe now is a good time to get out of town."
"At the very least, we need to bring this to his attention. Perhaps some of the nearby towns could send aid? In any case, I think we should take our prisoner to the Lord now."
"Maybe we should suggest that he avoids hiring necromancers in the future while we're at it... " Tyrek shakes his head and continues mumbling under his breath. "Oh, you want to animate the dead bones of living creatures inside my town? Sure, you seem like a reliable and trustworthy fellow..."
You manage to bind the barely conscious Phaen and drag him back toward Lord Ulbrec's estate. As you pass by the barracks, the door flies open and Captain Swift emerges with a very perplexed expression.
'So, I take it things didn't go well with the wizard then? Quickly, bring him in here off the street. You can explain yourselves inside.' he says, gesturing toward the door.
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Given his previous reaction to her, Nilah waits for one of the others to explain. As they explain, she watches the captain carefully for any sign of self-awareness of the mistake in judgement he as made, or hint that he knew exactly what he was doing for other, hidden reasons...
Apparently her resent for him prevents a clear read.
"The bastard's the one who let the damned goblins in in the first place!" Tyrek's yelling angrily before he even gets through the door.
"What the hell kind of town are you running here!?"
The fiery illuskan slams the two scrolls down on a table inside, eyes broiling at the captain.