Eventually they shook the dust of their sandals, staffs, rings, cloaks, daggers, swords, and calico cats (Ornea, being coastal, is rather sandy) and left Ornea , with a brief stop in Inori and then headed to The Barrens home of the infamous Thumb and Hammer. Just past the gates of the city a crowd had gathered, some sort of spectacle had drawn them in. Soon ten curious eyes cast their gaze upon two men atop of a stage. One, dressed in dark black robes with streaks of red than ran through as if the streaks were in perpetual motion. The second, barely covered in rags unfit to wash the stage he cowered upon, looked beaten and exhausted.
A dark voice rose above the crowd, offering, those willing, a chance to heap violence upon the poor man’s fate. Silence at first was the crowds reply, until, those born of an ill sign, took the robed figure up on his offer. Boots and fists were hastily introduced to flesh leaving their mark upon body and spirit. Soon Arahana’s voice met the dark offer, with an offer of her own. “500 gold” to free him, sent a murmur through the crowd, who couldn’t produce half of that between them. “1000” came the response.
Gold changed hands among the group, an event that perhaps went unnoticed. Soon, their weary, but thankful charge joined them in the crowd. Atherton, Durzo, and Varda were content to part company with the foul man, yet X and Arahana, preferred to speak with him further. However, their efforts, equally noble and aggressive found themselves under the watch of the guard. X committed this man to memory.
Soon they found themselves at a tavern, where X and Durzo found themselves engaged in knife throwing with some of the local intellects. Atherton attempted to elicit information about the city from their charge, however, the beatings and fatigue stripped him of any useful knowledge. A moment had passed before the three compatriots realized their newly freed friend was free indeed, as he made a quick dash for the door and disappeared down the street.
The room reeked of influence and wealth as the group huddled around the table. Clearly they were more than capable of removing a single, problematic individual, but something about it felt off. Irregardless, the reward of information persuaded the group to take the job. That night the group moved quietly through the streets, moving closer and closer to the their target. The door proved a helpless defender against the crew as they moved into the house. Some searched the main floor, while the bard silently, deftly, and perhaps a little coldly ascended the stairs. He quickly spotted the target, sleeping soundly, unknowingly on the precipice of becoming a dearly departed.
He stepped forward, quickly sliding the dagger out and rooting it in the chest of the sleeping woman. A gasp escaped her lips, as her spirit left her body behind.
A keen eye and quick hands allowed Varada to acquire an ornate staff hanging above the bed. Someone else spotted the false panel behind a table,discovering notes left behind by their victim full of scribbles of a desperate soul, it appeared as though, the one who sent them on this mission, was involved in the Silver Hand.
The group escaped out the back, with the assistance of the ever resourceful Atherton, and made their way back to the tavern.
The following day, Arahana finds herself in another chase, leading guards and onlookers through alleys, stores and side streets. Varda attempted to provide cover by shapeshifting and soaring above and casting spells into the chaos below. Arahana managed to fell a guard or two before lingering a moment too long and she found herself captured, and later, standing trial.
Through the fortuitous intervention of their previously freed friend, Arahana, somewhat inexplicably escapes the trial of the underground.
While they waited to hear from Diana, the group divided, some went beyond the gates to explore who managed to cross paths with a dragon and return.