Underpriest Morven of Waukeen's page

For his part Morven sulkily complied but he threw sideways glances at the gaping hole in the wall as well as Ishta and Ser Armithia.

"Where the blazes do you think you're going?!" fumes Morven, "You can't just wander off after smashing down my wall!" Despite his words he doesn't do anything to stop you leaving and he stands there starkers with his hands on his hips staring incredulously at the staircase leading down.

Morven's eyes near bulge out as he cried, "Nest of what? What are you talking about?!"

Turning to you with cold wrath, Morven seemingly unaware of his state of undress demands, "What the blazes do you think you're doing here and look what you've done to my wall?! I intend to press charges: Breaking and entry, criminal damage, trespass, perhaps you'll add battery to the charge sheet... I shall enjoy watching you explain this to a magistrate!"

Morven simpers and replies submissively, "Yes mistress would you please?"

He stares at Zane for a long moment before his eyes narrow in anger, "THAT is an imperial Clashite carpet worth twenty thousand gold. GET OFF IT AT ONCE!"

His eyes never left Zane as he spoke to the half elf, "Caludia be a dear and fetch the watch."

OK so if I got that right you're withholding: The Grand Historian's Records of the Arts of War, Fyerdetha’s Discourses On Power, Urgund’s Description of Darkness and the The Proceedings of the Council of Phlan. Volumes XI to XIV.

After spending what seems an age tallying things up, Morven informs you with a beatific expression, "The tax bill less the four thousand gold reward is the princely sum of forty three thousand three hundred and thirty six gold and fifty silver coins. Payable within one week." His smile is like a cheshire cat as he enthuses, "You are my very best customers, I shall be awaiting your return from the library with baited breath!"

OK so four thousand gold bounty was offered by the city for you to escort Delenn into the library and clear it. This task is almost complete.

As you show Morven trinket after trinket he grows more and more rapturous to the point at which it's getting really quite uncomfortable as he tallies the ridiculously large sum you'll be taxed. He was very taken with the estoc and this combined with Azarra's subterfuge and Ishsta's words managed to distract him (just) from certain books you wished to hold back.

"You're not finished? Oh sweet Waukeen please tell me there'll be more!" he breathed as you showed him the last thing

Some of those items are not yet priced, if somebody's feeling keen there's a job there. If not I'll figure it out later.

With a look of pure avarice, Morven surrounded by a bored looking detail of guardsmen welcomes you, "Excellent! Excellent! Welcome back, it's time to asses your taxes! What goodies do you have to declare for me today?"

Morven bristles at Zane's tone but he replies calmly enough, "Indeed the contract shall be upheld to the letter. I shall now assess the value of your findings..."

I'll do that this evening, don't have enough time for the accounting now.

Indeed they came in what you felt was excessive force, at least twenty guardsmen.

Morven blinks before replying as if it explained everything, "Doing my job Madame. And yes before you ask the council does know, this operation was authorized by Councillor Cardona."

"You come in trying to take possession and credit for everything we've done before we even have a chance to report?"

Morven smiles unctuously, "I will be more than happy to take your report. You can start with how come the Night Walker got away..."

"We will give our report to Councilor Von Urslingen, as planned."

Morven smiles but it doesn't reach his eyes. Deadpan he replies, "Strange I thought you might prefer to witness the drama in court. Justice Tully is in session. Trial this afternoon, sentencing this evening and executions at dawn."

Literally rubbing his hands with Glee, Morven muttered, "Excellent!" as he strutted in like an overstuffed peacock. His beady eyes darted from one opulent fixture to another and he muttered to himself, "The mansion is very bit of what we heard. Marvellous. It will make a wonderful addition."

After a while he finally deigns to speak to you. "I counted sixteen thieves." he observed putting amazing scorn into the word. "No doubt they shall be decorating the gallows on the morrow, but what of their leader? Where is she?"

He regarded Ishta with a level stare, "That will be for the courts to decide Madame."

The priest, an almost asthetic man named Morven with a permanent scowl introduced himself, "Greeting and felicitations Watchers of Dawn, I am Underpriest Morven of Waukeen deputized by the town to assess finds of treasure trove. The omens this morning where most auspicious, apparently you've recovered Ferran Martinez' personal effects." The gleam in his eye was positively avaricious!

Morven directs you to empty your pockets and everything you have is noted and tallied in a giant ledger in his fussy handwriting. The whole process takes nearly an hour and quite a large crowd gathers as the tally is counted, checked, double checked and triple checked. At the end he declared rather prissiy, "Sargent everything seems to be in order. Would you please escort the goods they have surrendered back to the treasury." He trails them smiling beatifically.