"He was from Magnimar, I think.
Well, Brandark grins We could always try this key in every home in Magnimar. I am sure it will fit one of them.
As he brandishes the key taken from the skinsaw man.
Well in the mean time Ameiko tells the party, "I understand from Shalelu you are heading to Magnimar. I have family down there. Since you may be away for a few days, I will be roasting up a side of beef for tonight. We will have spiced potatoes, roasted corn and baked beans. We will open a fresh keg of Dwarven Ale and I even have a couple of bottles of vintage Elven Wine that have not been uncorked." Ameiko gives Elektra a nod and Shalelu a wink.
"Actually that would be good idea Stone. If they are anything like you, they have many useful conntacts and at least know where to find decent logging and a good place to sell and buy items. Maybe you want us to deliver a letter? As to the key, I assume that if our dead friend has a property in Magnimar we should find a lock for the key. And finding a nobles house in a city is comparbly easy! And if not easy, then it is a logical challenge. I am so looking forward to it." Taking another sip Elektra leans back again and strokes her familiar absentmindly.
"Actually it is more had. We own a Villa in Magnimar. My Father often stayed in Magnimar. Just before..." Ameiko pauses. "He wanted me to return to Magnimar with him. But my care is for the Rusty Dragon. I do have a cousin who stays there. Her name is Choko. She is the caretaker. It is a big place. You could stay there. I will give you a letter of introduction." Ameiko returns to serving other customers.
That would be appreciated
He then seats himself properly and looks at the others.
Shall we let the sheriff know our intentions again, and let the father know, so they can figure out what to do with that house.
Father Zantus will agree to take a team of Acolytes and go and dismantle Foxglove Manor, burning as much of it as they can.
Edit: The Sheriff will thank you for keeping him informed. He is, of course, supportive of your further investigations in Magnimar. He does regret to see the party leave.
Day Thirty-Two
As the party prepares to head for Magnimar, Ameiko will approach the party, "Shalelu must have left sometime during the night. I don't think she likes big cities. Normally she only stays here one night every couple of months or so. She prefers the woods, I guess."
That is a shame, I know of one whom will miss the company.
However, if you would be so kind to pass us the letter of introduction, it would be appreciated.
Ameiko provides a letter of introduction and directions to the Villa.
The road South along the Lost Coast Road is becoming familiar. It is a sunny day. The breeze off the Gulf is pleasing. After several hours, the party passes the long lane that leads to the soon to be destroyed Foxglove Manor.
A little after, you pass the area where Ghouls first ambushed the party. The stench of death still lingers in this area. Shortly after that you come across several wagons of farmers returning to their homesteads. Some recognizes the party. Cheers and thanksgiving is offered to the Heroes of Sandpoint.
By evening you reach the Wayfarer's Inn. There is a single wagon and about three horses in the coral. The same bedraggled family continues to run this inn. It is 5 silvers per horse and three golds per room. There are six rooms available. You can double up on the rooms for an extra two golds per person.
That evening the beer is fresh, the water questionable and the local wine vinegary. A better than average fish chowder was being served. This all comes with the room with one mug or cup of beverage. More beer or wine is 2 silvers a mug.
When you get to Magnimar you may fine this pricing a deal.
Three rooms Barkeep, two for the men, and one for the lady, with the ladies room between the mens.
He fishes for a poorly loaded pouch, and pulls the coins out to pay for the rooms and horse stabling.
When they get to Magnimar, Garrath is going to inquire about where he can find the Foxglove home, and if people ask, will tell them that he joined Aldern in a boar hunt outside of Sandpoint not long ago, and was told to come visit the Foxgloves if he was ever in Magnimar.
Awed by the city of monuments Elektra will just wander along Garreth for a while.
Day Thirty-Three
In the morning, breakfast is a tasteless pasty oatmeal. You may want to pass on it. The hot dark wine, however, is good and strong.
"Do you all see that woman over there" Kelvin nods his head in her direction. "She is looking at us, but trying not to let us know she is looking at us."
Now that you pointed her out, I do. I wonder what is up with her.
He gets up after the tasteless breakfast, and goes out to get the horses ready to travel.
Sitting still Elektra ponders of ways to hinder that person to flee.
Garrath will join Stone, and urge his full height, and size up. "Yes, let's.
When Stone and Garrath approach, she will turn away. But since there is no place for her to go, she will sheepishly look up at two of the Heroes of Sandpoint, "Can I help you."
The woman looks to be in her early twenties. She has tanned skin and brown hair. She is a bit stocky in a faded green dress, tan blouse and greenish leather corset. She looks to be wearing brown soft leather boots without a heel. She has a dagger and a crossbow leaning against her chair. You notice a number of tattoos on her arms and top left cleavage. She looks to be Varisian. On the table looks to be a codex. The young woman had been writing in it with ink and quill.
The young woman appears nervous. She closes the codex, "I do not know what you are talking about."
Brandark moves around the outside of the inn to near the window where she was sitting, to cut off any possible escape.
"I know who you are. All of you. My name is Devora. I am just a watcher," she is more shy than threatening.
She closes the codex too quickly for Stone to read any of the contents. But you get the idea that she was writing in it, like a journal.
Sheepishly, "Well, you are so incredibly interesting. You are the Heroes of Sandpoint."
Garrath sits at the table, close enough to Devora to make it just slightly uncomfortable. "Big city, how'd you know we'd be here? Too big for it to be an accident, I think."
Garrath will keep an eye on her and if it looks like she's going to go for the crossbow, he'll kick it away.
"So your a bard, seeking a new inspiration for an epic tale of heroism and adventure?"
"If you really must know. My Aunt is Sheila Heidmarch. She runs the Pathfinder Society in Magnimar. We have heard rumors of your exploits for some time. I have been waiting here for over a week for you to come by. We guessed you would at some point come to Magnimar. And you would need to make a stop here on your way. And you did. You see, we chronicle history. And you are making history." The young woman seems a bit relieve to reveal all this.
Straining to look in the window, he notices the slight change in body language, and goes to prepare the horses for the days journey.
After about half an hour, Brandark walks back in and rejoins the group.
"Well, maybe we can discuss our adventures with her, over tea?"
"May I ride with you to Magnimar?" the young woman ask.
Elektra just nods. During the raid she will chit chat with Devorah, trying to find our more about the pathfinders and more about Magnimar
Devora looks at Stone, then pats her Crossbow, "I am handy with this." She gives Stone a smile.
The party saddles up and heads to Magnimar.
Along the way, Devora interviews each member of the party, getting their side of their adventures so far. She is particularly interested in anything to do with Thassilon, the Catacombs of Wrath, Thistletop, the Greater Barghest Malfeshnekor. When Lyrie Akenja is mentioned, she will cringe, "That evil woman. She is a murderer. She needs to be brought to Magnimar and hanged."
Devora happily recited from memory a quote from one of founders of Magnimar as the party comes over a rise and sees the city for the first time in the distance, “KORVOSAN EXPLORERS CALLED THIS THE LOST COAST, YET IT IS HERE THAT WE FOUND SOMETHING NO KORVOSAN CAN EVER UNDERSTAND—FREEDOM. ATOP THE SEACLEFT, WHERE THE GIANT’S BRIDGE STILL YEARNS FOR ITS FAR SHORE, AND WHERE THE ANGELS OF THE ARVENSOAR DANCED FOR THE MOON’S DELIGHT, WE HAVE BUILT A CITY TO RIVAL NOT ONLY FAR KORVOSA, BUT ANY THAT SPRAWLS IN CHELIAX OR ON THE SHORES OF THE INNER SEA. MAGNIMAR IS NEW IN BODY, YET SHE IS IMPOSSIBLY ANCIENT IN SOUL, AND THAT SOUL SHALL CARRY US, HER NEWEST WARDS, INTO A FUTURE WHERE ALL OF VARISIA’S CHILDREN CAN COME TO LIVE AS ONE IN THE SHADOW OF GREAT MONUMENTS, NEW AND OLD.”—ALCAYDIAN INDROS, FOUNDER OF MAGNIMAR" Devora beamed with pride at her city.
Devora talks with Elektra at length, often conversing in Thassilonian. The young woman tells the mage about the Pathfinder Society and its growing library of historical reference books. "The studies in ancient Thassilon has been an important focus of late," Devora says.
It is very late in the afternoon when you reach the gates of the city, Devora rides ahead and says to one of the guards, "These are the Heroes of Sandpoint. They are with me." The Guard waves you on and through the gates.
The Lost Coast Road stables are just past the gates to the right. It is a large orderly place with several attendants. It is 3 silvers per day to stable your horses here. This also looks to be the base for horse drawn cabs that serve the city.
"My Aunt may not be too happy about this, but you could stay at the Pathfinder Society tonight if you like. Aunt Sheila, in the end, may find your company fascinating. There is also the Lord's Inn. It is a nice place, if a bit pricey. Diplomats from all over Golarion stay there," the eager young Pathfinder communicates this.