When I returned from preparing for our journey underground, I found some musicians in the pub and joined them for the evening. Music is the best meditation. Afterward, I was approached by, unsurprisingly I suppose, a man in a cloak. I was immediately suspicious.
He said: “What do you know of your companions, other than their habit of leaving bodies in taverns?” I said: “What do you know about them?” He responded: “I have information about the goblin, the priest, and the warforged.” Mostly I was just tired and about to send him away. But then, and I couldn’t believe this, he actually cast a spell on me. It was a charm spell of some sort, but having just meditated for a few hours, it was easy enough to ignore. Now my curiosity was piqued, so I pretended that the spell worked and followed him out.
He blindfolded and bound me, which I obviously couldn’t refuse without giving up my ruse, then led me to an airship. After some time and elevation gain, we got out and he led me through several doors. He took Azul, my sword, and removed my blindfold (although not my bindings). I was in a lavishly decorated room with couches, a bar, and a single window opposite the only door. I could hear voices outside. There was a bored looking pay-for-play guard standing near the bar where my sword lay. The man was middle aged, and his face was soft like he hadn’t spent much time doing real work. The interrogation went thus:
Him: What do you know of the gnome priest?
Me: (Thinking he was going to give me information. Hmm…Have to act like I’m still charmed.) He’s a priest of the Inspired who likes money.
Him: How about the goblin?
Me: A ruthless killer. Good at what he does. (I was careful to be truthful without giving anything away that he couldn’t find out by observing.)
Him: The warforged?
Me: I don’t know anything about him. He’s a brute who lacks subtlety. (All deadpan, no hesitation. Perfectly acted.)
It went on like this for a while, before he finally left. Once he was gone I was able, with my hands behind my back, to wiggle out of my binds while listening carefully to the conversation behind the door (they spoke loudly, evidently not caring whether I heard, since I was still ‘charmed.’) I could hear the man, a woman, and at least one warforged talking—they were planning an ambush on the party once we recovered the schema! Oh hell, now I have to escape and tell them. I asked the guard for a drink of water—he was obviously low on the pay scale. He brought me a glass, and when he got within one stride, I exploded out of my seat, landing a chop to his neck and a kick, well, you know where. All’s fair in love and war, and I don’t really do love, so. I cushioned him as he fell unconscious, and retrieved my sword.
I skipped over to the window, which thankfully led onto a balcony that wrapped around to the front of the building, which overlooked the river. I think I am on the west side of the city, up high. I ran along the balcony, and found that there was a covered bridge just to the south. I leapt, as gracefully as possible, to the bridge and disappeared into the city. I escaped, but it was already morning, and I had no idea how to get back to the pub.
I remembered much of the map I had seen after our meeting, before I gave it to Stickpin to peruse, but I had to find the pub first.
Long story short, it took me most of the day just to find my way back. Finding everyone gone, I decided to rest. They needed to be told about the ambush, but I had been up for over 24 hours, and my little deception took a lot of energy. I slept in my room for a few hours before heading out using only the map in my head.
When I couldn’t remember I was helped by following the trail of dead rats and other creatures, and the occasional sounds of battle.
But I fear that I am going to be too late…