[Outpost IV PFS2 1-01] GM Chadius - Absalom Initiation (Inactive)

Game Master chadius

The Pathfinder Society went through many changes in the last few years. You joined the Society since then and finished your training only recently. You’re officially Pathfinders, and you’ve been waiting for the invite to the celebration.

When there are enough new Pathfinders, the Grand Lodge invites its members and leaders to converse, talk, and eat to your heart’s content.

A messenger arrives who gives you a letter. The wax seal on the back bears the glyph of the open road. This is it!

1-01: The Absalom Initiation

"Greetings to my fellow comrades at arms!

A toast to new beginnings
For Nethys and I are one"

The red-headed elf conveys energy and conviction in his short greeting.

A goblin in a maroon jacket with a matching top hat and bowtie and grey pinstripe trousers presents himself to the table. He is clean shaven with long, well-manicured sideburns. The drinks you've ordered are on a sterling silver tray.

Greetings m'lords and ladies, he says in an upper class Taldane accent. I have here your drinks. I am Bennington Good Good, called 'Uncle Good Good' by those who would be familiar. I intend to bring a sense of decorum to this party and you may call on me should you have the need of a butler. Tea will be served promptly at fourth bell, dinner at half-six, cigars and cognac at eight.

Rathal samples one of Uncle Goods drinks out of respect for the efforts this goblin has taken to set a precedence of decorum to these proceedings.

"Good sir are you also a pathfinder?"

"My name is Rathal, and I hail from the frozen Northern wastes of Irrisen. I have traveled a very long way to Absalom to complete my training. And now that endeavor is all but concluded."

Yes, I believe I am an honorary member. The Society previously did not feel the need to commission their hired help. But after certain diplomatic incidents too numerous to mention, it was felt that field teams should bring with them reminders of station and propriety. I shall be humbled if I serve in that capacity.

In any event I am very glad to meet you. I'm afraid I know very little of Irrisen. In what sense is it a waste?

A tall man with rugged features, enters and leaves his long wooden staff by the entrance. His features suggest that his blood is not pure human, but is tainted with the bestial orc. The man touches his forehead gently, welcoming the assembled, "I, Drakmak, am humbled to meet such worthy Pathfinders and be able to add my small gifts and talents to aid your work. It is an honour to called to celebrate the completion of our training, thanks to the hours of instruction and study we have all gone through." He wanders over to the foods on the table, taking a fig and date to eat. His hands move gracefully and with no small amount of delicacy. His fingers have many rings on his fingers, though none look worth more than the metal and stone they are made with.

"It is an opportunity to celebrate the Society and not just the skill with my hands to make rings for the market." He jiggles his fingers, showing off the rings that sparkle on his fingers. "In my training, I studied and read the art of magic, which is new to me, but I have command of some magics, that I keep in a tome." He bows to Rathal and Uncle.

He wears no armour under his long dark coat, just a pair of breeches and a white shirt, new and pressed. On a chain around his neck, a homemade pendant with the symbol of Abadar in its centre, resting gently on his chest. His shoes are made of black leather, well made and sturdy. He smiles, "My friends, when our destinies have combined to give us success in our endeavors, I may make a small token of our work together, should you wish to buy a piece of my fine jewelry?"

A golden bird, with black markings sits on his shoulder, pecking at his ear, or was it really whispering the man. "Yes my beauty, go take some bread." Turning to the assembled Pathfinders he says "Rakvern, is my friend."

Chirrit! a black-sclaed kobolds chirps out loudly as he hurredly moves through the tavern towards the others. A rapier shakes and slaps against his leather armor while he walks. Sorry I'm late. Well not late, the mission's not til quite yet, but whichever of you suggested meeting up for drinks a bit earlier had a great idea.

The kobold finally reaches the table, and tries to flag down a server for some red ale. I was honestly beginning to wonder if I was ever going to get 'sworn in' or 'officially graduated' or whatever they're calling it. I've already had to trek out into the field on two different continents, but I think the Society may've just been short-staffed. It's why I'm a bit out of breath: just got back into the City. Still, a pleasure to meet other new agents!

Rathal nods his head and embraces all of this diversity before him.
For from diversity one finds power...Rathal knows this all too well having served as a Mercenary in Molthune for a time before becoming a pathfinder.

Rathal releases his holy symbol after realizing he was squeezing it reverently as he ponders.

"I sincerely hope that my travels shall see me to the beauty and keen awareness that is Kyonin one day. I hear that it is lovely any time of the year. A break from the wintery blasts of Irrisen is a well-enjoyed diversion for me. Although I still hold the mother-land with high regard. Her terrain is indeed underutilized as she offers little in terms of natural resources needed for fruitful civilization. That is why many consider my home a land of wastes."

"Fantastic!" an old man clad in a slightly dented breastplate exclaims, a bright expression on his weathered face as he sees you. "I was afraid I was going to be late. Had a bit of a run-in, you know. Recalcitrant horse. I do hope I have that sorted out now, though."

He runs his hand along his long, white mustaches, making sure they're in order.

"Sir Quinton, of Castle Hill and Little Scurry," he adds, introducing himself, pushing his bastard sword out of his weay. "And more recently august majesty of the Land of the Linnorm Kings, though I don't like to stand on courtesy, so please pay that no mind! Now, which if you has our mission. I stand ready and willing to fulfill it!"

He gazes around the table, trying to determine which of you might be the Venture-Captain. Finally his eyes settle on Master Good Good as the most likely option.

Sir Quinton, Uncle Good Good says bowing primly, You are most welcome. Alas, we await our mission briefing. In the meantime I can polish that breastplate should you wish it.

You get the time to enjoy good company. Over the day you notice many more Pathfinders getting to town. You remember the letters that summoned you here in the first place.

See Handout #1 in the slides... or read below.

"There we go," Sir Quinton says. "I knew that we would get to the right place in time. I do wonder if we'll actually be rubbing elbows. I think that's a Vudran custom, something about making sure your wrists bend the right way or something."

He thinks for a moment, again making sure his mustaches look presentable.

"I wonder if we should dress for a party, or a Pathfinder mission. It can be hard to know sometimes."

Leadership would probably be happy to see us in adventuring gear. Chirrit says with a small shrug. It would show that we've paid attention in class when they've taught us about all of the Pathfinder galas that have been suddenly invaded.

"Oh dear, am I expected to be an adventurer or a butler? My first trying decision as a Pathfinder."

Does anyone want to make a Society or Pathfinder Lore roll to learn more? You can either a) give me the bonus and I can roll in secret or b) make a spoilered roll on your own. That way you don't spoil the results to the rest of the party with an obviously good or bad roll.

Trundling into the group is a small gnome, dressed in odd white scraps of leather armor and a similar looking hat. Looking around at the assembled group, then down at a scrap of paper, then back at the group "I'm Eddie, where's the party?"

Looking over the others he nods to each of you, paying a compliment and a handshake.

"Your mouth fur looks great!" Saying to Sir Quinton.

"How did you get your head topper so tall and round, it looks wonderful." Smiling at Uncle Good Good.

"Your people poker looks very sharp, and scales are so shiny!" Addressing Chirrit next.

Recall Religion vs Rathal's Nethys: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
After some though and some slightly uncomfortable staring "Nethys. Strong magic from that one. Be careful!" Patting Rathal's shoulder.

Finally, looking up at the tall orc "You have very sparkly fingers. Maybe I would like my fingers to sparkle like that for the party. Do you have any in green?"

After the introductions it certainly sounds like this one doesn't get out of the woods very much.

As they walk towards the party, Drakmak bends down towards the little gnome who goes by the name of 'Eddie', "For a good price, I'm sure a ring can be made, my small friend. However let us enjoy the party, some sweet meats and fruits of the desert will be such joy to my palate." The artisan smiles, as he walks staff in hand towards the party entrance, his robes swishing behind him.

Pathfinder Society Lore +5

Rathal looks slightly uncomfortable...these large scale gatherings are not to his liking.

"I hope they have good foods. I intend to consume them in mass quantities." Rathal flashes a weak smile.

Rathal stays quiet for now as he deals with his social awkwardness.

[spoiler=Drakmak]You know Valais Durant will be attending this party.
She leads the Radiant Oath faction to punish sin and redeem the repentant. You could impress her with knowledge of Crafting, Medicine or any kind of Lore dedicated to helping those in need.[spoiler]

Most of you know this will have many important Pathfinders, but some of you know a specific visitor will be here.

You reach the Skyreach Tower’s Invocation Halls, ready for the celebration.

It seems as though the entire Grand Lodge has the air of a celebration. The great gates are flung wide, and the phoenix trees lining the entryway are in full flame. The halls of the main tower of Skyreach, normally somber and reserved, echo with the sound of voices and music. The great ballroom is decked for a celebration, with colorful banners and bunting along the walls, tables replete with food and drink, and a jovial cacophony of conversation rising from Pathfinders of all ancestries, nations, and backgrounds. After a quick scan of the room, it’s obvious that many of the attendees have gathered in small groups here and there. A half-orc woman in an iconic ship captain’s hat stands near the punch bowl, handing cups to anyone who passes within reach, and a dark-skinned half-elf leads a small group of new agents around the room, introducing them to other attendees. Several senior agents stand in quiet conferral with a dark-haired Taldan man with a distinctive chin strap beard, while a scholarly dwarf tells a rousing tale to a growing audience.

A familiar blond halfling woman bounces over, bubbling with excitement. Janira Gavix, Head Initiate of the Pathfinder Society, grins, “Oh, I’m so glad you made it! After all, the celebration is for you. Have you gotten drinks? Snacks? Be sure to spend some time getting to know everyone—it’s best to be on good terms with the movers and shakers in the Society, that’s how you learn about the latest opportunities. I’ll be here if you need me to help you with anyone’s names or to make an introduction. Just let me know how I can help!” Janira gestures everyone forward into the room, beaming all the while.

You have a few people to mingle with, and can go in any order.
- Calisro Benarry, leader of the Horizon Hunters Faction
- Eando Kline, leads the Vigilant Seal Faction
- Fola Barun (Envoys' Alliance Faction)
- Gorm Greathammer, head honcho of the Grand Archive
Faction

Janira Gavix is always wandering around the party and you can get her attention for help at any time.

Rathal approches Fola Barun:

He gives a deep and courteous waist bow before Fola...

"Greetings...for I am Rathal of Irrisen, and I am also your faithful servant during these moving times. How may I best serve the Envoy's Alliance in the coming months? After all the needs of the Alliance are my highest of priorities."

As a side note, I'll assume the party talks to one person at a time. I'll write up more about Fola Braun during my next work break.

Uncle walks beside Rathal and bows to the appropriate depth when presenting himself to Fola.

"Lady Barun. It is a pleasure to meet you. Like Rathal I am ever your servant. Should you need anything, you need only ask. I can recommend any number of good clothiers or household attendants."

After a minute of talking, UGG will attempt to Make An Impression.

You approach Fola as she converses to an aasimar woman with violet eyes and golden patterns across her face. "Healing that kind of wound would require... wait, let us put this conversation on hold."

”Ah, hello there.” The half elven woman turns to you and bows back to Uncle. ”I welcome you here on behalf of the Envoys’ Alliance faction.” She smiles. ”I ask every Pathfinder the same question: What drove you to come here and be a Pathfinder?”

The other woman shakes her head as you approach. ”She's always able to calm down upon command... Greetings, I am Valais Durant. I was talking to Fola here about a new medical technique that may help with internal injuries. It’s quite interesting, but… may be inappropriate for a party.” She laughs.

You may have a chance to entertain Valais and show yourselves to be good guests. You know Valais is impressed with conversations about Medicine, Crafting, or Lore skills that pertain to assisting those in need. You can also try to Diplomacy, but that's more difficult.

Each of you can either: Make a check, Aid, or do nothing. Exactly ONE of you can ask Janira Gavrix to Aid instead.

"Your people poker looks very sharp, and scales are so shiny!" Addressing Chirrit next.

Why thank you! the kobold preens. It took a bit to find a rapier balanced enough for my size. As I'm guessing you had similar struggle with getting an armor fitting. he says noting the gnome's unusual attire.

As the party mingles and approaches Valais, Chirrit stands up straighter. At the aasimar's words, he gives a deep bow. If the issue is squeamishness, don't be concerned. After all, Pathfinder agents should be prepared for worse sights and thoughts than just a nasty wound.

And I'm a Sewer Dragon/. Chirrit turns his head to answer Fola's question. the Society helped us out during some tricky situations, and it only seemed right to return the favor. I'm just glad that the Society finally has become fully accepting of us kobolds joining you beyond the occasional quick crisis. Chirrit's eyes glance over towards Uncle as he says this last bit. No offense to Uncle personally; he's just a bit miffed that the Society threw open its ranks to goblins before they did kobolds. :)

What sort of injuries are you talking about? I've only been on a few assignments so far, but've already seen a good share of them.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Eddie moves about the room with the others, keeping mostly towards the back of the group, eyeballing the tables of snacks. So much food in one place, its like a giant compost pile of goodies!

Avoiding the snacks, for now, Eddie listens in on the growing conversation "I like to use magic of the fungal spirits to fix wounds, or if I have more time, forest plants work great too." They reach inside a fold of their armor and pull out a bunch of wilting clovers, the roots more specifically. "Moosh these up and put in water or stuff in stab hole. Keeps the fungus away, heh."

Natural Medicine, +2 if fresh herbs: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Rathal's ears perk up as he hears mention of medicinal topics.

"As a fully trained cleric, I have some skill in creating wounds as well as reducing them. Do share with us your learned perspective Valais. I'm well trained in all the modern field techniques. I wish nothing but the best for our field operatives. Eddie has very fresh techniques for first aid in the fields of battle. I'm sure that the three of us have much in common. Our approaches are all different, but the end goal is the same."

Aid Eddie: Aid: Medicine Check: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Sir Quinton joins his companions, still somewhat waiting for Uncle Good Good to produce a mission. He looks around somewhat unsure of who everyone is. After all, he hadn't trained with the society -- at least as far as he knew; a little run-in with a nasty undead had done a bit of a number on his memory, though he knew he still could swing a sword -- but he was happy to be part of the group nonetheless.

"This must be one of your favorite events," he adds. "After all, it's all about meeting new people. Do you have any tips for us? Surely this old dog can still learn a few new tricks."

"I was invited to take a commission by my Lady Decheveaux, to whose house I was contracted. She commented on the state of the average Pathfinder agent in the field and sponsored my membership. Like Master Chirrit, I am gladdened to be welcome by the Society."

Uncle's eyes slide across to meet Chirrit's. His tone has been noted.

"One of the skills I can contribute is the crafting and repairing of items. People think the art of butlering begins and ends with placing the correct silverware. No, my ladies. Behind the scenes we are busy sewing garments, hammering out dents, etc., etc."

Craft: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Craft(Artistry) 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

As Uncle starts to discuss the finer points of repairing silverware, Drakmak very kindly takes Unlce's words and starts to gently correct him, smiling as he does. "My honoured friend Uncle, is gifted by the gods that have given him the talent to serve, and to serve the Society. His techniques are good to repair the damage, but there are mysterious ways taught in the hot sun of the desert that he unfortunately has not had access to. Allow me my friend, to teach you these ways." With that Drakmak produces a fine sandstone that he uses to buff up the tarnished silver ring he wear. A silken cloth that he uses to polish and shine. He picks up some metal bowl, carefully removing the fruit, before brining the grey shine back to the metal. "It is with my humble hands that I can give up my time and skill to repair delicate items that we use and recover on our trips, to help ensure my companions have the best equipment in the best repair and to instruct other in whatever knowledge might be useful to them." The wizard bows and with a final words adds, "And whatever special need you might have for such trinkets, I always offer a fair price to my brothers in the Society."

"Fungal spirits. I wonder if they live in the desert as well..." Valais's gaze trails from Eddie to Drakmak as she ponders.

Fola nods. "Now you have Valais stuck on a quandary. Good. She loves these kinds of puzzles." She pulls a small vial from a smooth pouch on her belt. "Conversation is the best tool in any situation. Physical altercation is the failure of democracy, I say." She hands the vial to Uncle Good Good. "Use this to help your conversation skills, it will come in handy." She hands your a lesser silvertongue mutagen.

”If you’re looking for something to do, take notes on the Westgate district. There is a statue of a Pathfinder there.” She stifles a chuckle. ”I’m sorry, a play on words. A Pathfinder was petrified and turned into a statue for smuggling a forbidden item into the city at our request. The good news is we have permission to restore the Pathfinder back to normal, but we’ll need this.” She pulls out a vial.

”This vial has the power to restore the person back to normal, just slather the liquid inside upon the statue. I’ll need you to go there and do this deed for me.”

The Westgate is available to explore.

You can either head there or talk to one of the other guests.

”If you’re looking for something to do, take notes on the Westgate district. There is a statue of a Pathfinder there.” She stifles a chuckle. ”I’m sorry, a play on words. A Pathfinder was petrified and turned into a statue

That is...certainly a way of phrasing that. Chirrit says, taken a bit aback by the gallows humor coming from such an animated and smiling face. But it would be our honor Ms Barun.

Who was this agent? I would want to waste your oil trying to bring back an actual statue of some general or councilor or other.

Fine to mingle a bit longer. That punishment sounds entirely horrifying, but they’re not getting any more frozen in time in the next hour.

"Ah, a problem with a medusa is it, then?" Sir Quinton asks. "I haven't had the displeasure of such a meeting, but I'm sure we can help this unfortunate Pathfinder."

As they move away, once Chirrit's question is answered, Sir Quinton looks around.

"It would be a bit churlish of us to slip out of this party -- one in our honor, after all! -- so early. The poor statue is presumably not aware enough to know if we take another hour or two, so I think we should continue to try together to make some good impressions for our class of agents. In fact, perhaps Eando Kline can give us further insight. He presumably stands vigilant against whatever might have turned our associate to stone, no?"

Rathal approaches Eando Kline, and tries to announce his presence...

Greetings, I'm Rathal of Envoy's Alliance. I've always wanted to meet someone of great import, and it appears I finally have.

I'm at your service!

Diplomacy(Make an Impression): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

Eddie is about to respond to the 'fungal spirits in the desert' question but keeps quiet I think the Elf one wants yellow eyes to be distracted. Instead they reach for some wilted cabbage leaves arranged as decoration These will decompose faster. Yum. And stuffs them into their mouth hole.

Following the more enthusiastic members, Eddie shambles along, taking in the lively atmosphere and trying not to call too much attention to themselves. "What does your arm badge mean Mr Kline?" They ask, pointing to the Vigilant Seal flag on his shirt. They point to their own, one of the Verdant Wheel. "Mine makes it known I keep nature safe from those who wish it harm."

"Master Drakmak, I am humbled by your deftness. Lady Barun you are too kind."

When the group moves to Eando Kline, Uncle will follow Eddie and Rathun's lead.

Who was this agent? I would want to waste your oil trying to bring back an actual statue of some general or councilor or other.

"His family name is Maelerant, his nickname is Jiggo." Fola giggles again. "My apologies, his daughter is quite the comedian, and she convinced me to help. You'll recognize him by his rather expansive hair." She gives a detailed description of the man before bidding Chirrit and his allies goodbye.

Fola and Valais's portraits are on slide 8.

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"Greetings, I'm Rathal of Envoy's Alliance. I've always wanted to meet someone of great import, and it appears I finally have."

”And I am Eando Kline, leader of the Vigilant Seal faction.” He introduces himself, pointing at the badge on his sleeve.

A woman nearby clears her throat and he stumbles forward. Her Taldan heritage is clear, thanks to her raven black hair and aquiline nose. She dresses more formally than the rest yet not fancy enough for a noblewoman. "There you are, Eando. I doubt you told them how quickly you excused yourself when I approached and began telling the joke."

She turns to you, briefly. "Gloriana Morilla. One moment please." She snaps right back to Eando. ”...And then I told the empress that the horse rode in on a horse!”

Eando and Gloriana's portraits are on slide 9.

You get the feeling Eando Kline would be more comfortable on the training grounds than a party, and Gloriana is doing him no favors. Maybe you could entertain her with some kind of Performance, Society, or Lore tied to a specific city?

"Ah, you know the empress?" Sir Quinton says to Lady Morilla. "I should like to make her acquaintance. I feel it's only proper, having been a native Taldan before my journeys but now having my own crown. I certainly never expected to find myself in such a situation, but when one is attacked by a linnorm, one must defend himself. And so now I suppose I need to keep up diplomatic discussions and all!"

Society (trained): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 Ah, its' early, but we'll Hero Point that.
Society (trained): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

Chirrit stands in silence for a few seconds as he tries to process the punchline. Oh! Do you mean like a centaur? There are many of those in Absalom. Well, not in the city, but around and about it. Do you have centaurs in Taldor? They've got excellent pack skills - if needed one will sacrifice themselves and run off alone to draw the threat away from the herd.

The kobold keeps chatting to keep the lady's focus, hoping that Eando will get the metaphor - and that Gloriana won't

Absalom Lore: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

Eddie watches the elder jungle leopard attempt to jump the younger Eando I think that female is trying to mate with him. I can smell her pheromones, they smell expensive.

He turns to the plucky blonde halfling woman for assistance "Ms Janira yes? Do you know Lady Morilla?" They take a step back towards a food table to watch and stuff more wilted greenery in their mouth hole. This should be interesting.

Rathal reaches out to Mr. Kline once more...

With power comes responsibility as you well know, where shall you place your most promising assets this fine day Mr. Kline? Each of us has come prepared to serve. And I assure you the valuable talent you see standing before you is the precious future of the Pathfinder Society.

Diplomacy(Make an Impression): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

"Lady Morilla, what a marvelous joke. Have you heard the one about the Taldan nobles who heard they were having a baby?"

UGG tells a joke poking gentle fun at the cluelessness of Taldan nobility.

Performance: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Drakmak, intrigued by the lady, bows his head before continuing , "I must say you tell a good tale of the entertainment to be had in Oppara. I have heard great things about the singers and plays that are performed. It is most wonderful that you have been there, should that I could visit and, tell me my Lady, does the city attract the best artisans? For my humble talents produce rings designed from the hot deserts and sands, they would sparkle on any ladies or gentleman's hand?" The man bows his head graciously and lets the rings on his hands sparkle in the candlelight.

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Morilla turns to you all, very quickly and kindly quieting most of your attempts to interrupt her story. Eando's sweat belies his stone faced glare towards the ceiling. Years of training a few years rotting in a godforsaken prison prepared him for this kind of torture.

Uncle Good Good starts to tell a salacious joke and Lady Morilla raises a curious eyebrow. "Oh? This I have to hear." She stays completely silent, asking about the horses, the waterfall, and especially the rubber chicken. She claps like a young girl, enjoying a sweet biscuit on a summer day.

By the time the joke is finished, Eddie brings Janira to talk about the empress. "Ah, of course. The Empress Eutropia represents a chance for Taldor to rise in a new age of glory and victory for all of us." She and Janira begin trading stories, spurred by Sir Quinton's inquiry. Eventually the two find their own corner to continue the conversation, leaving Eando Kline a chance to survive. He takes a deep breath.

"Ah, thank you... I mean, where was I? Yes, your mission."

”Some crazy researcher from the College of Mysteries has found some kind of lore- I’m not sure what it is. But I do know she’s performing rituals with it, and she has no idea how dangerous it is. Even some of her comrades have come asking me for help. I need you to find her, find her experiments, and either confirm it is safe or needs to be stopped.”

The Petals District is available to explore.

He looks at a nearby table. "I need to take a rest."

Not enough successes to get a gift from Eando. Who will you speak to next?

Wasn't Zarta Dralneen supposed to be here? I bear a letter of introduction from my mistress in Cheliax. I was so hoping to meet her.

Perhaps we can speak with Master Benarry? Those pirates cut such a dashing figure.

Eddie nods in agreement with Uncle Good Good "You first, I'm second." They follow along, snagging more wilted leaves and stuffing them into the folds of their armor.

Is that a pirate? This half-orc wears a tri-corner hat and is currently serving punch to anyone who comes by. ”You may be the worst pirate I’ve ever met, the Commander said. Joke was on him, I already sabotaged his rudder and my personal crew was hauling the treasure to shore!” She laughs, realizes you’re approaching, and makes some space.

”Hey! You there! Come on, drink up. Courtesy of Calisro Benarry. I head the Horizon Hunters faction here. We find ‘em, and bury them here at the Grand Lodge. If you need a little bit of… pep, I can add something from my personal flask.” She taps a flask at her hip, engraved with an image of a ship.

Uncle Good Good recognizes Zarta Draleen immediately, swirling a goblet of punch in her left hand and a letter opening dagger in her right. This Chilexian woman used to be the bridge between the Chileax Empire and the Pathfinder Society until Chileax damned her over false charges. Now she is the Head Archivist, storing and tracking dangerous artifacts for the Society. "Oh? Good to see you all, Pathfinders. Having a great time?" She taps the punch bowl at a specific rhythm, and you notice the liquid churn, briefly change color, and almost spill out before Captain Benarry grabs the bowl and holds it still. Zarta chuckles. "This bowl fills with an endless amount of water upon command. It also performs many other tricks, some of which only I am privy to."

You can entertain Zarta with a Arcana, Occultism, Academia Lore, or Library Lore check/Aid attempt. You can also try a more difficult Diplomacy check. You can also choose to do nothing, or Exactly One of you can ask Janira to automatically Aid someone else's check.

Rathal is keenly interested in the punch bowl...

"Hi I'm Rathal, and your punch bowl intrigues me. Is its design inspired by the almighty Nethys?"

"No matter, either way may I examine it briefly? I'm innately curious about all things magical, and I cannot resist this item's allure.

"Please let me know if I'm being too forward..."

Arcana Lore: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10