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"Dear venture-captain Sheila Heidmarch, I wish to inquire about your knowledge on Thestil Shadowtongue. What was known of this poor person? If one of us is to impersonate... Thestil, it is imperative know everything humanly possible." "Furthermore, you mention another name, Vidrin Jenk. From what you tell, I deduce he isn't all that familiar with Riddleport, am I correct?"
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An elderly aasimar glad in a pure white, gold-rimmed scholar's outfit, sat with his arms folded inside his broad sleeves during the entire briefing. He sneers slightly after hearing the mission at hand. "What we are about to do is no less illegal than treachery. We are to falsely portray recently deceased—obviously murdered by the society—mercenaries in order to gain information and access. While I personally despise Aspis Consortium's methods, these courses of actions barely justify the greater good," Tritanos scolds to no one particularly. He greets each agent with a nod, not showing much compassion to those bearing weapons. So, anyone. No one can see any weapons carried by the aasimar, at least openly. "I for one will not take the false identity. My morals would not permit such an unjust action." "And as an introduction to some of you, Lissala was a Thassilonian goddess of runes, fate, duty, and obedience. Her worshippers are generally sadistic self-flagellants who believe that self-inflicted pain opens the mind to enlightenment. Which, of course, is ludicrous and sinful." "And I trust you all know the abysmal Aspis Consortium, the thorn in Pathfinder Society's side. They operate as widely as the society, but their method's are ruthless and cruel as their goal is to retrieve magic items, artifacts even, and sell them to the highest bidder, regardless of the items' nature or danger." |
