At the morning, You are in a room of the Grand Lodge..
Venture-Captain Drandle Dreng's pinched face is hard to see from behind the stack of books that divide the front of his office from the space behind his desk.
A shockingly old man with white hair and slightly milky eyes, he is surprised by the appearance of outsiders in his office, and looks up, half startled and half relieved.
“Thank you for coming on such short notice.
I'd been meaning to give this assignment to you at a later date, and with less pressing time constraints,
but it seems that time has conspired against us."
Please greet you to Drandle Dreng and other member.