"Alright, alright. We're smugglers sent by House Thrune to give support and supplies to Harrigan. They also sent over some priestesses of Norgorber to help him too. He's up in his room I think, I think his first mate is up there too. She is a looker that one.."
"And the half-orc you mentioned?"
"Yea, I heard she used to be Harrigan's quartermaster until some mutiny happened. He had some horrible things done to some of his officers after that. I heard even his best friend, his sailing master wasn't safe from his wrath. "
Kal frowns slightly. "Where are they now?"
"They're in the brig, past the room with those damn trolls. Just go left."
"Wait, is he talking about...." Luthor asks as he realizes who the smuggler might be talking about.
Bjorkus shakes his horned head at the thought of what Harrigan might have done to his former crewmates.
"Who Luthor?"
"Someone fill me in on these 'upstanding' individuals?" Zirul begins figuring in his head while waiting for answers.
Kal nods at Luthor, then turns his attention back to the prisoner. "Trolls?"
"Half-orc quartermaster? You don't remember Grok? She gave us our stuff back on the Wormwood."
"And Kroop."
"Yea, some kind of water trolls. Harrigan's pet witch used his mind voodoo on them. They guard whatever prisoners are in the brig."
"Water creatures... they're here against their will?"
"I bet they'd love the chance to get back at ol' Harrigan."
"Yea, you probably saw that giant turtle right? He did the same thing to get it to behave."
Kal looks as if he's been slapped. "I see."
"You gonna be okay, Kal? I know how you feel about water creatures and all."
"That bastard..."
The young druid's face is grim. "What's the most direct route to his room, and where are the rest of the guards we'd encounter along the way? Will the trolls stay on guard near the prison?"
"There's a staircase in the chapel room where those priestesses hang out. Them and the scrags are the only others on this level. I don't know what else is on the other floors."
Kal nods. "Let's go."
Everyone prepares themselves with spellcasting and make their way to the chapel. A strange sigil of a faceless black mask marks the door.
Luthor looks to everyone, nods and opens the door. The walls of this long hall are lined with complex tapestries depicting crowds of faceless people going about their daily tasks in an unrecognizable but sprawling city. Hammocks suspended from hooks driven into the ceiling hang near the north walls to the east and west, while in the center, the long hall opens to the north into an upraised pulpit featuring a circular black altar stone.
There are four priestesses in this room, they are kneeling in prayer. You notice it is eerily silent in this room. You can't even hear yourselves breath.
You know that there is an unhallow effect going on here and the spell tied to it is silence for any-non Norgorberite. So +4 to DCs of all negative channeling.