Bartok moves in and brings his blade down on the scorpion, killing it!
Janira runs into the wine cellar and peeks through the door.
"You all okay? Does anyone need some healing? Oooh, Josheb, are you alright?"
As Janira steps into the room, she's awestruck by what she sees.
"Wowww. This must be a secret Pathfinder office or something. Let's have a look around..."
With the creatures defeated, you can properly examine the files on the desk. The papers chronicle the personal exploits of Selmius Foster, a famous Pathfinder whose name you recognize from their training as Pathfinder agents. Most of Foster’s more infamous adventures appear here in varying amounts of detail, but it is evident there is another investigation he had been pursuing before he died: the lost records of a Society agent named Eylysia.
"It looks like Drandle Dreng sent you on a bigger mission than you expected." Janira says with a smile.
"Good luck, Pathfinders."
Janira casts cure light wounds on Josheb.
"Lucky you didn't get stung by that giant scorpion. I hear it's pretty debilitating. Hurts for days."
You don't mind poking me with that stick do ya, Janira? I buggered my ankle when the board broke as my lard butt was going across...
"Sure! Here ya go..."
"You all should take Dreng's wine back to him and see what he knows about all of this."
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You don't mind poking me with that stick do ya, Janira? I buggered my ankle when the board broke as my lard butt was going across..."Sure! Here ya go..."
[dice=boink!]1d8+1"You all should take Dreng's wine back to him and see what he knows about all of this."
"Yes that's an excellent idea. I'm sure he will want us to followup on the investigation started many years ago but I could be wrong."
Returning to Dreng's office...
He thanks you for retrieving his wine, then gives a slight chuckle as if he knows something.
Dreng adjusts his spectacles and gives the papers a quick scan before squinting at you with a gleam of excitement.
"Well now… this is quite something! Selmius Foster wasn’t just poking around old basements for the dust—he was onto something. Something big, maybe. And now you are, too."
He taps the papers with a knobby finger.
"It is important—vital, really—that Pathfinders respect the finds and claims of their colleagues, especially those who never got the chance to finish their stories. This mystery began with Foster, and now it’s yours to pursue. Consider it an inheritance."
He leans in slightly, dropping his voice as though sharing a secret.
"Besides, no one ever made a name for themselves sitting on their hands in a tavern. Go. Dig deeper. Follow the thread. Whatever Foster found, the Society deserves to know—and you just might be the ones to uncover it."
Then he straightens, brushing lint from his robe, and waves a hand dismissively.
"Off with you, then. Time and tombs wait for no one. I’ll be here, if you need any assistance."
"Do you know anything about the gnome Pathfinder Eylyshia?"
"A little...
Eylysia is a founding member of the Pathfinder Society, and witnessed the first century of its development—while also seeking to rein in its most dangerous practices, and later its systemic corruption—before being accused of assassinating a member of its leadership, the Decemvirate, and going into hiding."|
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"Do you know anything about the gnome Pathfinder Eylyshia?""A little...
Eylysia is a founding member of the Pathfinder Society, and witnessed the first century of its development—while also seeking to rein in its most dangerous practices, and later its systemic corruption—before being accused of assassinating a member of its leadership, the Decemvirate, and going into hiding."
"Which member and do you know of the investigation into the assassination? We might find useful information."
"I don't know very much. You should get on with your investigation pertaining to Foster's and Adolphus' letters, though."
