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Open for dotting purposes.
For the most seasoned of Pathfinder agents, this is an unusual day. Not only did you escape Aram Zey's derogatory gaze as you went past him in the Grand Lodge courtyard, but you also managed to dodge yet another of Drandle Dreng's strange requests. Yet this is not the true reason for this day being very special to you.
You've just received an invitation bearing the seal of the Decemvirate. This crisp note, delivered personally to you by courier, bears the official rune of the Decemvirate, the anonymous, masked ruling order of the Pathfinder Society. The Ten have rarely taken notice of your efforts to date, but their reliance upon you is a sign of your growing influence in the organization.
The orders command you and a team of hand-chosen fellow Pathfinders to escort the famous longsword Pale Maiden, blade of the legendary early Pathfinder Durvin Gest, to the newly reestablished Pathfinder Lodge in the city of Woodsedge, in Revolution-wracked Galt. The Decemvirate wishes to entrust the sword to the Lady of the Lodge, Venture-Captain Eliza Petulengro. You are to escort the Pale Maiden from Absalom to Galt and ensure that the weapon arrives safely.

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This is Tyranius.

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