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Here you go....should be enough to get a roof over your head and a bit of warm grub...the inn down the street here might need a hand with their stables. Might put a few coins in your pocket... Karlos says as he fishes out a few coins from his purse. He looks around as he does, making sure he isn't being set up fir a robbery. Can't trust everyone, right? Good luck, my good man.
The question hangs in the air for only a scant moment before
the figure pulls back his hood to reveal the wizened face of
Venture-Captain Drandle Dreng. He gives a crooked smile,
soaked head to toe from his unprotected time in the rain. His
clothes smell faintly of cabbage.
“Sorry about that,” he says with a wink. “I always like
to play a little joke on agents when I stumble across them
during my jaunts into town. Now, why did I summon you fine
folk here again…?” Dreng shakes his head from side to side,
as though trying to knock water out of his ears, despite the
constant downpour.
“Ah yes, the Wounded Wisp! I’m undercover now and can’t
stray far from the site I’m watching, but I need someone to
retrieve a package for me from that fine establishment. It’s
among Absalom’s most storied taverns, you see, and one that
holds a special place of privilege in the Society’s lore as the place
where the organization began. Well, I could drone on and on
about it, but standing out in the rain is doing none of us any
favors.” [b]
As if anticipating agreement, the bedraggled venturecaptain
produces a small slip of folded paper from one of his
many stitched pockets. Dreng quickly shows a glimpse of the
page’s contents: a map detailing the location of the Wounded
Wisp bar.
[b] “The bartender is a woman by the name of Heryn Gale, a fine
lady who came to own the Wisp after the passing of her father
from—oh, bah, it’s really getting too cold for me to give a proper
history lesson! If you could just go to the Wisp, and tell Heryn
you’re there to pick up my parcel, it would be most appreciated.
I’ll be around here for several more hours at least.”
The Wounded Wisp is located in the Foreign Quarter
district of Absalom, close to the grounds of the
Grand Lodge. PCs should have no difficulty finding
the establishment with the map Dreng provided.
Almost every initiate or member has heard of or seen
the building at some point. Succeeding at a DC 10
Knowledge (geography or local) check is sufficient to find
the Wounded Wisp, and Dreng’s hastily sketched map
provides basic directions even if none of the PCs know
the way already.
Built from dark, discolored wood, the exterior of the
Wounded Wisp is the image of an iconic dive bar. Stained
and barred windows obscure direct vision into the
establishment, though ruddy yellow light bleeds from a
window in the front hall. In the hours just before dawn,
the building closes long enough for menials to clean and
to give staff a rest. The only distinguishing feature on the Wisp’s exterior is a thick wooden sign hanging from
above the bar’s entrance. A brass ring fitted onto the sign
anchors a lantern—referred to by the staff as “the wisp”—
that hangs there during the evening hours.
The smell of smoke and spilled ale assails the senses in this
wide-open area. Walls of dark-stained wood make up the
sides of the Wounded Wisp, while well-used wooden tables
are spread throughout the space. A raised area in the back
of the establishment houses several additional tables and
eating areas for groups seeking more than just a good drink.
An austere bar supported by kegs instead of wooden panels
commands the northern end of the room. A stained-glass
cabinet stands behind the bar, its dark panes cracked in several
spots, yet not so opaque as to conceal the several dozen types
of hard liquor within.
You see some familiar and not familiar faces in the inn.
Familiar: Janira Gavik, the Halfling bard who served in your Confirmation a few days back.
Patron 2: A devout inquisitor of Sarenrae, Aram bin Kaleel
owns Kaleel’s Curiosities, a shop in the Coins district.
Patrons 3: Garl and Shrade ( members of the Society for the past 3
years, have only traveled on a handful of missions. The
two earned field commissions after saving the lives of
a Pathfinder group deployed in Lastwall, and it’s likely
the two half-orcs never fully understood what they
were getting into.
Patron 4:
The military historian Yargos Gill is one of the few patrons who bears no
direct affiliation with the Society. Despite this, Gill has
often found himself wrapped up in the Society’s affairs
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"Someone else will have to lead the way... I don't really know this city."
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Morthak nods to Janira and any others he knows, and looks around to see if he can spot Heryn Gale, the bartender.
"Are you Heryn? Greetings. We're meant to pick up something for Drandle Dreng. Do you have it?"
"Hello. How are you feeling?"
"We're supposed to find Heryn Gale. Do you know if she is here?"
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Karlos heads to the bar and orders two drinks if whatever Yargos is having. He walks over and sits the drink down in front of him. Good day, sir...would you be so kind as to help me eith a few questions? I am trying to fknd out more details about a campaign my uncles were involved in during their tome in the Taldan military....
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Eddie walks over to the table with the half-orcs, and turns to the barkeep.
I'll have 1 of whatever they are having and a refill for both of these gentlemen.
[i]He turns to them and says Now you look like my kind of company, tell me friends, have you fought a Minotaur before? Eddie will engage in conversation with them, and even show off his scars from the deadly encounter.
The Halfling is happy to have the lamp lighter join her and quickly begins talking about her latest learnings
The Halfling greets him as well.
waiting on the rest.
Sorry, I missed that.
The barkeep identifies herself at the halfling's query. She offers to escort the PCs
to the cellar to retrieve Drandle Dreng’s parcel, but asks
that they wait for her replacement to arrive so that she
can step away from the bar.
. She offers to escort the PCs
to the cellar to retrieve Drandle Dreng’s parcel, but asks
that they wait for her replacement to arrive so that she
can step away from the bar.
After the PCs have had some time to
chat with the various groups relaxing at the Wounded
Wisp, Heryn Gale’s replacement finally arrives and takes
over her duties. Heryn then gathers the PCs and escorts
them to the cellars below, where she leads them to where
Drandle Dreng’s requested vintage is stored. She takes
great care in warning them about the treacherous footing
in area A11, noting that she plans on having the wooden
board replaced—an inexpensive strategy the Wisp’s staff
have favored over committing to more extensive, and
hence expensive, repairs.
Chorlo makes it ahead
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For the love...give me the rope. Without waiting for a response,Eddie snatches the rope, and walks across to the other side. There, now let's move this along, can't believe our mission is to get some wine, of all the.... Eddie continues muttering to himself, a little annoyed at the seemingly pointless mission.
It looks like the bridge is 10' across
The slayer makes it across the gap as does Eddie.
Everyone makes it safely over the gap.
As you walk into the room you see the wine bottle on a shelf.
Nothing seems to stand out from what you can tell.
tHE bottle is somewhat stuck. Instead, the wine rack slides to the side, ancient gears creaking ominously, revealing a short passage that leads to a rectangular room. A sturdy silver chain jutting from the ceiling ends in a glowing orb that radiates yellow light across the room. A simple desk of polished wood, stacked with documents and scattered notes, shelters a pair of wooden chests against the south wall. A series of cracks along the eastern and western walls form makeshift entrances into exposed caverns.