The Plot Thickens
That morning we interrogated the wizard. When we searched his belongings we found a talisman depicting a hawk holding an oak branch in it’s claws. Camil’s face went white as a sheet when he saw it: it was the symbol of his clan.
The wizard introduced himself as Ronald and we soon found out that he was a prick with a capital P. Ronald is a person who thinks of himself as superior to anyone, even in a situation where he’s bound and helpless. Nevertheless, he agreed to answer our questions as he aptly pointed out that he had failed his master, and thus there was no point in trying to run away. He stated that we were mixed in something big and dangerous and it would be within our interests to keep him alive and well as he would not give us any information should we use torture or threaten his life in any way. He surrendered himself solely to Camil as the paladin’s vow protects the lives of prisoners. Clever bastard.
After I had agreed to heal him, Ronald told us that he was hired by Belenus mac Torr, the leader of the Thieves Guild in Glenwathen, who in turn was working for an enigmatic person called the Master. I questioned him whether he knew anything of the motives of these men, but Ronald knew little. The thieves guild surely was hired by this “Master” to do his bidding. Belenus mac Torr, the head of the local guild apparently held little love for him, referring him simply as G. Ronald also told of strange men in capes that seemed to follow the Master’s orders. No-one knew anything about them but apparently Cadarn mac Istorn was one of them. Ronald said (rather smugly) he had an excellent ear for different dialects but the speech of these men didn’t match any found in Aenoria as if they spoke “too cleanly”.
Apparently the magical seal that he had placed in Glwyliadwrus was originally crafted by the Master and that Ronald had just been hired for the job just like everyone else he had been working with. He told us that Angus was an informant working for Belenus mac Torr and that he had met him at Ronan’s cabin where he had gotten precise instructions on the task to recover that Mysterious Stone.
Ronald apparently was just another loose piece in this puzzle we had gotten ourselves mixed up. He knew little else than what he had been ordered to do, but he knew that there was something big happening and that we were in grave danger for meddling with the powers in motion. He had been told to return to a tavern in Glenwathen called the Wheel ‘n’ Anchor and deliver the stone to Angus there. He had been given the symbol of Camil’s clan before leaving Glenwathen. If he ever got to trouble he could get help from them by showing the talisman. Understandably this last fact left Camil more than a little shocked.
After the interrogation we discussed amongst ourselves what to do about the wizard. I could tell Branden and Grzegorz were ready to slit his throat. The rest of us however wished not to break our promise to him. In the end his attitude irritated us so much that we decided to return him into the fairy forest and leave him to the mercy of the feys he had so wronged with the seal. We left Ronald tied up on to a tree in the forest. Even though it seemed apparent that he would face a horrid end in the hands of the vengeful forest spirits and brownies, Ronald didn’t seem worried at all, just smiling and whistling merrily.
After dealing with the arrogant wizard, we interrogated the captive mercenary thug, named Aifric, and he was very helpful. He told us that he had been hired in Glenwathen three days ago by Angus. He knew that Angus had something to do with the Thieves Guild and Cadarn mac Istorn, but he had not asked too many questions. He seemed like a decent man despite the situation. We set Aifric free and ordered him to flee south. We told him that he should disappear since the people who had hired him weren’t really fond on failures.
We returned to the Rowdy Piper Inn and paid the mule fanatic captain for a trip to Glenwathen. By nightfall we were already on the move as the ship began its journey upstream towards the capital of Llanhyvain, the place where we hoped to find Angus and more answers.
The day was spent on the ship. We were too tired to properly take note that it was Galan Mai. My thoughts wandered in all the friends and loved ones who had died in the past. I tried to keep my eyes open and catch a glimpse of a spirit, but saw nothing that night. I wondered whether Ronald’s spirit would haunt us tonight.
In other news: the ships captain “entertains” us by sharing tips on how to breed the ultimate species of mules. He went into great detail. Gods be merciful.
We arrived to Glenwathen at midday. The city was a sizable one with it’s streets full of lively sounds of the people. We couldn’t fail to notice how the city’s atmosphere was strangely violent: on every street groups of people were either arguing or leering at each other. Some of them had to be separated by the city guards who seemed to have their hands full handling the mobs.
We decided to find shelter in a tavern and I asked around where we could find one. A street vendor told me that the three best ones were reserved by visiting thanes. He told us the city was in fact being visited by four of them in addition to the city’s own. Apparently the northern thanes had been summoned to a meeting at Caern Môrn by the Watcher himself, but had fallen in to a bitter quarrel en route: they couldn’t come to terms about their march order to the Watcher’s palace. This had of course led to a stalemate as none of the thanes accepted any other place than the first, thus having them stuck in Glenwathen. Proud lot these thanes!
Unsure what to make out of all of this, we settled in a modest inn and decided to send Aeran, who was still an unknown person to the villain wishing us dead, out to investigate the Wheel ‘n’ Anchor. When he returned he told the place was obviously a hiring place for all kinds of mercenaries and thugs. There was a large bulletin board on one of the walls. The main hall was large and it was crowded with all sorts of low lives. There was a balcony circling around the hall and a lone staircase, guarded by two large thugs, led up there. On the bulletin board was one particularly interesting notice: “Looking fer ol’ friends: wanted fer shakes n’ laughs. Pay’s high”. Included was crude sketch portraits of Camil, Branden, Grzegorz, and me. Aeran noticed that the man sitting next to him had a coiled snake tattooed in his neck and decided it was time to make his exit.
While Aeran was investigating the Wheel ‘n’ Anchor, Camil wished to visit his family estate on the outskirts of the city. He had not seen his family after he had been sent to be trained as a paladin when he was young. I decided to accompany him as we were unsure of their involvement in all this. Grzegorz hissed something about private business and left for the town. Aeran and Branden opted to stay at the tavern and keep a low profile.
We arrived to the estate after a short walk from the city and saw that the peasant community surrounding the estate was in poor condition with most of the peasants working on the fields malnourished and lash marks on their backs – someone had whipped them badly. Wondering what this all meant, we approached the mansion and Camil knocked the door. After a while a man-servant opened the door and asked who we were and what we wanted. Camil told him that he was the son of the master of the house. The valet let us into the main hall and told us to wait while he informed someone of our arrival.
We waited for a while and suddenly a half naked peasant girl rushed past us holding her clothes in her hands trying to cover herself as best as she could. As soon as the girl disappeared a drunk young man stumbled into view making suggesting (or rude) gestures after her. He then turned his glazed eyes at us and asked who we were. I could smell cheap wine in his breath from a distance. Camil explained who he was. The drunk man recognized the name and greeted Camil with a hug. He told us that he was Camil’s older brother Emil.
Camil asked him where were mother and father and why the peasants looked so mistreated, but his brother merely laughed at us and explained that their mother was dead and the peasants were mere serfs and deserved no better. In fact he invited us to join in the pleasures of soft country girls. He wobbled into a dining hall where he sat on a table and poured himself a generous cup of whine, bidding us to “get wasted while we’re young”. A frightened looking maid came to offer us refreshments. I couldn’t help but to notice one of her fingers had been cut off. She scurried out of the room without a sound.
At the same time an older man entered the room and asked us who we were. For the third time Camil introduced himself and me. The old man turned out to be Owain, the father of Camil. Immediately he seemed like a vicious person. It was obvious that he ruled his lands and serfs with an iron fist. He ordered Camil to touch the family shield that was hanging on the wall. It was said that the shield glowed when it was touched by a member of their family. Camil passed the test and the shield began to glow. His father explained that the estate had fallen into dismay, but soon it would rise again as he had made good deals to ensure that. Camil asked his father about the death of his mother and he was told that his mother had died after she had gotten an incurable lung disease. Apparently it had taken a long time before she had finally died.
Distressed at the fate of his mother, Camil began to demand that his father should treat his serfs with more empathy. Camil insisted that the way there were treated was inhumane and wrong. His father merely grunted on his notions and said that if this didn’t satisfy the noble paladin he should leave. Apparently he had reluctantly sent his son to the monastery as it was costly but he had no choice after Camil as a small boy had battered a local bully almost into death. Owain seemed like truly rotten person who held little love for his children. Camil showed his father the talisman we had found from Ronald and asked if he recognized it. Owain looked alarmed for a second but quickly gathered his composure. He denied it’s authenticity and told us to take our stupid questions elsewhere.
We decided to leave the mansion and forget the vile old man. Emil escorted us out babbling drunkenly about how his father had become cranky at his old age. I tried to get some more information from him, but the drunken fool had no knowledge beyond chasing women and cheap alcohol. On our way back to the city, we released on of the peasants who was tied into stocks. We told him to run away as fast as he could and he obeyed. I felt sorry for Camil. It must have been devastating for him to find his family so depraved.
We returned to the inn where everyone else was waiting. Aeran told us what he had found out from the Wheel ‘n’ Anchor. We decided tomorrow we would go in and find out what would happen.
The next evening we marched to the Wheel ‘n’ Anchor. Just like so many times before, we decided to act first and think later. The place looked exactly like Aeran had described – definitely not place where you want to start trouble. The customers were rough looking enough but no-one payed us much attention yet, although I could swear one waitress gave us a bit too long look.
Camil, Grzegorz and I walked towards the thugs guarding the staircase. Branden and Aeran stayed back to cover us. I walked right in front of the thugs and demanded them to step aside and let us pass. After a short discussion where I explained that I was here to meet Angus and that we had the item we were supposed to deliver, showing an [[:ether shards | ether shard]] to the thugs, they let us pass.
Leaving the two thugs to quarrel with each other whether they should have questioned us more, we walked up the staircase and entered the door the thugs had shown us. In the room there was four men. One of them was a hooded person right next to the door and on the other side of the room there was a person who matched the descriptions we had gotten of Angus and two thugs. Without saying a word I stepped into the room and smashed my hammer right into the face of one of the thugs. ‘’Remember to take him alive!’’ I shouted as Camil barged into the room behind me and slashed the other thug with his sword. The hooded person suddenly dropped down to his feet and screamed hysterically. I looked behind me and saw Grzegorz grinning. Sometimes that guy just gave me the creeps.
The two thugs resisted our quick offensive long enough for Angus to escape through a window that was on the rear wall behind him. After the thugs were taken down the door behind us began to give away: the thugs who had been guarding the staircase had gotten up to see what was happening. They were forcing the door open and it was beginning break. We decided to go after Angus and tried to climb out of the window.
Angus had climbed on the roof, but unfortunately both Camil and me failed to get a good hold on the eaves. With a loud clash we fell down on the street below us. We could hear Grzegorz‘s chanting coming from the window. After a while he followed us and climbed down easily. I noticed his dagger was glistening from fresh blood. We stood up and saw that Angus was making his escape via the rooftops of the city. Luckily, Branden had anticipated this and exited the building at the same time we had barged into the room. He had already climbed on the inn’s roof. We saw Branden send numerous arrows towards Angus and unfortunately he hit Angus a bit too well. At first, one arrow pierced Angus’ back and another one sank in the back of his head sending him tumbling down the roof and into the street two stories below him. He was dead for sure, I thought.
Just as we were about to start running towards the location Angus’ body had fallen, we were surrounded by city guards.
‘’You are all under arrest! Surrender your weapons and come with us,’’ a tall man wearing the insignia of a sergeant.
‘’Very well,’’ I said and approached the guards and surrendered my weapon to the sergeant.
‘’Just play along,’’ the sergeant whispered to me and handed my maul to one of the guards next to him. I nodded and seed whether Grzegorz and Camil had heard the sergeant. From the look on his face I knew that Grzegorz had heard him. Of Camil, I wasn’t sure.
As we followed the sergeant into a closed wagon that was waiting on the side of the street, I saw a group of guards escorting Aeran out of the building. Apparently he had fought with the thugs inside the main hall. He had taken many hits and could barely stand. I tried to catch a glimpse of Branden as I entered the wagon and saw that he was being carried towards us by two guards companied by a blonde haired woman. The woman was scantly dressed, but wore her clothes with dignity. All in all she was a stunning sight and I saw many heads turn as she escorted Branden to the wagon. Branden’s paralyzed body was gently lifted inside the wagon.
We sat inside and the wagon doors were shut. Inside the wagon we could see nothing of the outside and as the wagon began to move we realized that we would have no clue where they were taking us. After few minutes passed, the spell holding Branden immobile faded.
‘’Did you get to his body?’’ I whispered to Branden as he rose up from the wagons floor and sat on one of the benches inside.
‘’No I did not. That woman caught me in the alley before I could get there and put some kind of spell on me.’’
Great, another mage…
After fifteen minutes had passed the wagon stopped. A guard entered the wagon and asked us to tie a scarf over our eyes. We obeyed and tied our eyes with the scarves the guard gave us. After that, we were helped out of the wagon and escorted inside a building just few yards from the wagon.
Inside the building we were led through hallways and finally into a small room. The scarves blocking out vision were removed and we saw a man in pitch black clothes and with a serious look on his face sitting on the other side of a table. The man introduced himself as Ross magh Connacht. All of Aenoria know of that clan – it’s chief is Robert magh Connacht, the Watcher of the northern provinces and one of the most powerful men in the realm. I had heard of the man sitting in front us: he was known as “Little Wolf”, the Watcher’s younger brother and right hand. He was the man who took care of the more difficult tasks involving proper discreetness. He told us that we were in the local headquarters of the Crown’s Secret Service and that they had spectated the inn for some time now. Enid, the blonde woman, had been there for months working as a waitress.
We realized that we had just spoiled an elaborate infiltration plan that must have taken months of work. I gave Ross the letter we had taken from Cadarn’s body and told a half-truthful story that we had been attacked by strange assassins in Clydewell and we had followed the tracks here. Of the mysterious stones I told him nothing.
Ross had heard of the assassination attempt of Lady Brianag and was fascinated to find a connection between these events. He told us that he was under powered in resources and man power and that he could use our help. We agreed to help him as we saw a chance to learn more of the strange occurrences that had surrounded us.
He told us he had tracked the one called Master for over a year. While Ross didn’t know who this person was or what his motivations were, his network of servants have caused many disturbances around the kingdom for some time. Political assassinations, sabotage and worse without any pattern or reason. Whoever he was, his motivations didn’t seem to make any sense.
We were told that there were strange happenings going on in the city. A powerful merchant called Findley had been meddling with political affairs lately and convinced the ruling powers to set harder taxes for the noble families that had pacted with Lorr magh Cewren in his rebellion. This new tax law had stirred up old grudges and feuds between the noble clans in the northern provinces. This explained the animosity we had witnessed in the streets earlier. Ross also told us about this Findley: despite his young age he had risen from anonymosity into a powerful tycoon like a shooting star. He was a cripple but possessed almost unnaturally keen senses for making money. There had been mysterious shipments arriving into the city from various places. All of them transported different goods into the city and all ended up into on or another Findley’s warehouses. Ross suspected that these shipments held something important and that they played a role on this conspiracy.
Ross told us that there was one shipment arriving into the city tomorrow. A river barge named Enia held goods owned by Findley and we should investigate where it was delivered and why. We agreed to follow the shipment and to try find out if it contained something else than the listed goods it was supposed to contain.
We left the building and walked to the inn we had left our gears.
The barge ship arrived at noon. We watched from aside as the cargo was unloaded on the dockyard and loaded again on wagons. After couple of hours the wagons began to move. They moved slow enough for us to easily tail them.
The wagons drove into the city. Suddenly, a small group of men parted from the wagon group holding a small box and walked to the gates of a luxurious city estate. The wagons continued forward leaving the men behind. We decided to to split into two groups and follow both the wagon and the men. The wagon continued further into the city, finally reaching an anonymous warehouse.
At the estate the gate opened and a fine wagon, stripped from all signs and insignia, drove out of the estate. The men waiting by the gate lifted the small box into the wagon and dispersed. The wagon turned to drive towards the center of the city and we followed behind. The wagon drove fast and we lost sight of it, but luckily we were able keep track of it while running. Finally we arrived next to a great cathedral where the wagon was parked on its front yard. The cathedral was the main church of Corwynt in Llanhyvain. It was an ancient building dating back to the Ellysian empire and it was famous for its numerous gargoyle statues that covered its walls and its mighty tower. Such ornaments were rare for they did not belong to the Cernish culture. Yet they were cherished relics and on several places, on the walls of the cathedral, were maintenance scaffolds for restorationists. Apparently the people traveling inside the wagon had already entered the cathedral as we saw no trace of them. Next to the wagon there were half a dozen other wagons similarly stripped of all signs and insignia.
We decided to report our findings to Ross magh Connacht before investigating further and headed back to his headquarters. The spymaster thanked us for the information and began to ready his men to raid the warehouse. He asked us to snoop around the cathedral, seeing as two of us were members of the order. “Just don’t do anything stupid and you should be fine” he said. “Try to find out what is happening in there and get out quietly”.
When we returned to the cathedral the evening had turned into night. We entered and walked into a great hall that led into countless doors, hallways and staircases. I saw a priest near the main altar who was doing his duties. I approached the man and asked: ‘’Excuse me, we are here for the meeting. Could you show us the way?’’
’’I’m sorry, but I don’t think I know what meeting you’re meaning, brother cleric,‘’ the priest said and sounded sincere.
’’I have a meeting with the lector and several other important persons here. You know the persons who entered the cathedral from the wagons parked outside?‘’
’’I’m afraid I have no clue of this, but if there would be such a meeting it would probably be held in one of the halls of the tower,‘’ the priest replied.
’’It would be most courteous of you to escort us there, brother,‘’ I said and smiled to the priest.
’’Well, I guess I cou—‘’, the pries began to say, but I interrupted.
’’But on the other hand I am quite sure you are busy and I would not wish to disturb a fellow clergy men from his duties. What if you just pointed us the way and I’m sure we’ll manage,‘’ I said.
’’W-well, okay. Just go up those stairs and you’ll easily find the tower’’, the confused priest said.
‘’Thank you! Hope you have a lovely day, sir!’’ I said and dashed towards the staircase.
The staircase circled up and we found ourselves high up inside the great tower of the cathedral and by the time the stairwell was hundred feet deep below us, we arrived to a fine metal door that was locked. Behind the door we heard people talking to each other, but we could not make out what they were saying. Seeing that the staircase continued up, we decided to send Branden and Grzegorz to see if there was a passage to an upper level over the room we heard the talking.
Just over the door we had first examined they found another similar door that wasn’t locked. Branden, who was the most sneakiest one of us, entered the door. As he opened the door he and Grzegorz saw that the door led to a balcony that circled around the room where we had heard the conversation. Branden began to circle the balcony staying as down as he could so that no-one could see him from the lower level. Behind him, Grzegorz tried to follow his steps. Branden raised his head slightly to catch a glimpse of the people down there.
What he saw was a strange company indeed, quietly arguing amongst themselves as if from fear of being seen together. There were five of them: Owain could be easily recognized. One was heavily leaning on a walking stick, a young man clothed in the richest blues – most likely this was Findley. The third was a shady looking person who was most probably Belenus mac Torr, the leader of the local Thieves Guild. Then there was an old man dressed in the white robes of a lector: he had to be Briallen, the lector of Llanhyvain. The last of them was a woman dressed in the traditional northern clothing of a thane. We knew there was only one female thane in the northern provinces: Caitlin magh Eirc
“This meeting is fool’s work. The risk is too great for us to been together!” hissed Findley
“But we must discuss the details of the plan. Nothing can go wrong” remarked Caitlin magh Eirc.
Briallen was especially pale. “I’m not so sure anymore. Maybe it is too extreme. I fear…”
Belenus mac Torr stopped him with a snarl. “This is what you get for jumping in bed with a bunch of timid blue-bellies”
Owain‘s raspy voice could easily be heard: “Oi! Look who’s talking, mister cloak-and-dagger!”
Soon the five conspirators fell into bickering but were silenced instantly by a dark figure emerging from the shadows: “The plan will work. There is nothing to worry about and you will all reap it’s benefits. Rest assured for I have acquired the services of the Sons of Morrigna”
The others fell into a respectable silence, muttering “Yes, Master” and “As you say”. Master stepped into the light. He was a tall man whose features were hidden by his long black robes. He gestured and another person stepped into the hall. We could have recognized him from anywhere: it was Ramsey, the bandit lord we had met 15 years ago
The bandit brought a small wooden box and presented it to the Master who opened it and with a pleased smile took out a stone, one that looked exactly like those we had found earlier.
Just as Branden was silently crawling on the balcony, the rest of us, who stayed behind, began to hear footsteps coming up the stairs. We climbed one storey up, stationed ourselves and waited for them to bump into us. The footsteps grew louder and finally three of the tattooed bandits walked straight towards us.
‘’Hello,’’ I said to them as they saw us. They instantly began to run towards us climbing the circling stairs towards us. I cast an enlargement spell on Camil and advised him to toss them down the stairwell.
Indeed, when the bandits finally got to us Camil, standing twelve feet tall, grabbed one of the bandits by his shoulders and tossed him down the stairwell. A terrible scream echoed through the building as the poor bandit fell hundred feet into his demise. Inside the room we heard the lector wailing pathetically: ‘’We have been caught!’’
The two other bandits were hacked down in mere seconds and we immediately dashed up to help Branden and Grzegorz. As we arrived to the upper level we saw Grzegorz creep out of the balcony back to the stairway we had just arrived.
‘’Branden continued forward. He saw Ramsey leave and followed him to the other halls,’’ Grzegorz croaked at us.
Unsure what was happening down, Grzegorz walked through the door and approached the handrail to see down. He was instantly greeted by a fireball that exploded with a fierce blast around him. He was rocketed straight through the door he had entered into the balcony. His charred body lay beside us, but I saw that although horribly charred he was not dead. I instantly crouched and began to cast a healing spell. Camil, seeing one of his companions fall down, entered the door and stepped on to the balcony to meet our foes. Before he was greeted by a similar fireball, he saw that the group that had been there had scattered. In the middle of the room he saw the robed figure casting the fireball that blasted him back to through the door.
‘’The language he’s using in his spells is not normal Arcanem!‘’ Grzegorz wheezed over the boom of the explosion.
I cast more healing spells to recover Camil and Grzegorz and said: ’’Look, I have a plan! First Camil enters the door and catches the next fireball coming at us. Then Grzegorz and I instantly enter and cast our most potent spells at the wizard. Straight behind us Aeran charges past us and descents to the lower level using a grappling hook. Are you ready,’’ I whispered and the group nodded at me.
I knew that we put all our chances on one charge and that it might fail, but I knew that we would prevail. So far we had beaten every single foe we had met and I was extremely confident.
My plan commenced. Camil charged through the door, but instead of another fireball he, or we, were greeted by the black mage hovering in the air, casting a new spell. Just as I began to dash into the balcony I saw everyone else freeze. They were paralyzed. Despite this setback I stepped onto the balcony and tried to cast a similar spell that would paralyze the wizard. I felt a strong resistance bounce my spell as it hit the robed figure. Some kind of spell resistance I thought and retreated back to the stairway.
I glanced around me and saw my other companion frozen like statues.
‘’Oh, bollocks!’’ I shouted as I realized that the Mysterious Stones were still inside Grzegorz’s bag. My plan had utterly failed and now it would seem like the stones would fall into the hand of this master.
I quickly searched Grzegorz‘s bag and grabbed the stones with me.
’’I’m sorry! I will come back for you!‘’ I shouted to my friends as I began to run down the stairs. I ran few stories down when I began to feel my eyelids becoming heavier. A sleep spell, I thought and tried to resist the drowsiness. My steps began to slow and my legs began to feel as heavy as lead. Slowly the Mysterious Stones dropped from my hands and bounced on the floor. I cursed in my mind as i began to fall down. As I hit the floor I felt so tired I couldn’t move a muscle. I could only lie there half aware what was going around me.
Later I heard that my paralyzed friends saw the conspirators gather around them with more of the bandits rushing to the scene. The robed figure seemed satisfied: “How kind of you to present your selves to me so foolishly”. He turned to his lackeys: “Kill them”. The bandits drew their swords and stepped in to finnish us.
Another voice could be heard: “Master, one of them got away. It was the archer”. Master signaled for his men to stop. He studied us thoughtfully, particularly Aeran, muttering to himself: “Five? There were supposed to be only four…”Camil’s father was shocked to see his son. Briallen was panicking: “We have been found out! The plan must be canceled!”
“On the contrary, it just has to be hastened.” He then turned to speak to someone out of our view: “Send the order to execute the plan immediately. Let the Sons of Morrigna know that the thanes must die tonight”
There was a stunned silence as colour vanished from the faces of Briallen and Caitlin magh Eirc. Master only smiled: “Starting with you m’lady”
The thane didn’t have the time to struggle as two bandits seized her and proceeded to stab her to death with long daggers.
Briallen wept in futile anger: “No! This is not what we agreed!”
The dark mage never stopped smiling: “I thank you for all your hard work, lector. Unfortunately you will not see the destruction of your beloved city as you were tragically murdered by the followers of magh Tàileach”
And so the lector shared the fate of the thane, being slaughtered by the bandits. During all this Owain looked like he was going to be sick.
Findley stepped forward: “I trust OUR deal still holds? Members of magh Comgail belong to me”
Master nodded casually: “Just make sure that the paladin doesn’t die. Yet” He then turned to us: “This tune has been composed for centuries. Your meddling has caused one false note, nothing more. You shall die a thousand deaths long before you will come to realise anything close to true pain”
He waived his hand and we sunk into the blackest darkness.