Having made up his mind it was time to move on again, having turned so the winds were at his back once again, Eremus set foot on the cobblestones of the road which would lead him out of Waterdeep and somewhere else. He felt that almost electric cool jolt as his soft worn leather boots touched the reddish-brown stones and looked up smiling a crooked smile.
His tiredness fading almost immediately, he had not walked ten steps before his attention was drawn to three men cloaked in darkness who seemed to be waiting for someone in an alley.
As they saw he had noticed them, one of them spoke, 'Eremus Vagabond."
Surprised they knew his name, Eremus took a step towards the alley, making sure his options for flight were still a possibility. Muggings and worse were always a possibility and rumors of kidnappings to serve down in Skullport occasionally floated around but Eremus couldn't imagine these men would have any need for a tired dusty unkempt soul such as himself.
Still he spoke to the shadowed men, "Yes. That's me."
In a voice clipped and succinct,his accent betraying his education, one of the men in shadows responded, "Your presence is requested at the Wild Boar Inn this evening to discuss something of importance. Tell no one of this and see you arent followed."
Intrigued, Eremus nodded and opened his mouth to ask another question before the cloaked figure cut him off,"All will be explained then. I have no other information to give you except it is of importance to the realms and could be beneficial to you and your cause, priest."
Laughing, Eremus nodded to the men and smiled again,"Tell whoever you serve I shall be there." And with that he wandered off barely noticing the men in the shadows disappearing.
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Later that day, He gathered his few possessions from The Stuck Pig and bid his friends there goodbye, leaving behind a small sack of coins hidden in a floorboard of one of the guest rooms. Tenants of the faith of Shaundakul were scarce and hard to pin down so those faithful took it upon themselves to do whatever they felt might encourage travel or help travellers. An unexpected windfall after a long journey seemed just the thing to Eremus.
Now at dusk, Eremus looked at the signboard of the Wild Boar Inn and grinned to himself, "From one pig to another... I hope it's not another cooking job. "
Eremus waited as a large fellow, burly and well into his cups, staggered from the inn, pushing the doors open with a slam, regarding Eremus with tired bloodshot eyes.
"Safe travels." Eremus remarked as the man grunted and staggered into the fading light of day.
Much like the Stuck Pig, the Wild Boar had its usual rowdies, but mostly was full of folks who'd put in a long day of work and wanted to wash away a bit of it with a drink or two. He noticed several fisherman and a few of the local guard, off duty, flirting with one of the waitresses. A chatty fellow was over in a corner plucking on a lute warming up for a performance and chatting with a few of the locals. Occasionally they erupted in laughter.
As he sat down and asked for a spiced mead and some cheese, he noticed what at first he thought to be a person in thick furs, a barbarian from the North but they turned briefly to look away from a cloaked figure sitting in a booth and he realized the features were feline, a cat person? His interest peaked he wondered if this might be related to whatever he was called here for.
His mead having come, he sat enjoying it, downing his cheese as the cloaked figure made a motion for him to come over. Mead in hand he stood up to walk over as the door to the inn pushed open and a drow stepped in looking around.
As the bar got silent for a moment, he grinned to himself, "Oh...it IS going to be an interesting night."
