OLD CITY:
Breva takes the credentials with a nod. "I am glad to hear you haven't given up on Custodio. I hope I can help him return to his duties. Thank you for your help."
He moves off smartly and soon finds himself at the door of Oakfirst Manor. "Breva Sciarra. I am here to see Custodio Vecchi." He presents the credentials and smiles politely.
A middle-aged halfling woman comes to the door and looks at you quizzically. "Is Mr. Vecchi expecting you? What business do you have with him?" Then she notes Breva's attire and decides to let him into the the manor's anteroom. "Mr. Vecchi is reading the last message Sir Silvon sent him. We are sorry if your commander feels slighted. The previous two messages he sent went astray, it seems. One never arrived and might have been stolen between the Temple District and here. The second one was forwarded to another household where Mr. Vecchi and his companions moved to for a short time. I don't think he ever saw it." She pauses and bows to Breva. "Let your goodly lord and master known that we apologize for any inconvenience this has caused him and Mr. Vecchi."
Another middle-aged halfling enters the anteroom through the double doors in front of Breva. The halfling man pushes open the doors with ease. He stops just past the door and looks at you calmly. Two men step through the door behind him. One is obviously Custodio Vecchi; his attire is that of an adventuring priest although his clothes are muted for one of his station. The other man is tall and fit. He almost has to duck his head to come through the doorway.
"Lavia, who is this man?"
"He says his name is Breva Sciarra. I think he is from the Purifier temple. He wishes to see Mr. Vecchi, so I assume it has to do with the lost messages from Sir Silvon."
"Lost messages? There were others besides this one," Custodio asks holding up the parchment.
The halfling man sighs. "Yes, it seems your commander has been trying to get a hold of you for some time now. We're not entirely sure what happened to the other messages. Someone may have intercepted them."
"And my reports to Sir Silvon?"
"They were sent out but I haven't been able to determine if he's received them or not."
Custodio sighs and shakes his head. "No wonder he wants me to come see him. He must be irate by now." He looks at Breva. "I do not think I know you, sir. I am the person you seek and this is my friend and ally, Tim Valencia. There is little time to detour to the Temple District; we are trying to get ahead of a renegade sorcerer who has caused a lot of heartache to the city. We have allies in the Undercity seeking someone who cast cast a legend lore spell. That's where we're headed right now." He pauses. "Hmm, Sir Silvon should know about the lost messages."
"I will go to see him and apologize personally for the lost messages," the halfling man assures. "Do not let this stop you from your mission."
"Thank you, Carter," Custodio replies. "I hop that will be enough for him." He looks at Breva. "I'm sorry you came for nothing. But, as long as you're here, what news from the temple?"
UNDERCITY:
"Thank you about the analysis, lets hope it is something more benign than at troll. And you didn't mention how we can find Master Harvess Mortin...if you don't mind, we won't bother you much longer."
"Harvess Mortin runs a magic shop, called Pinnacle, out on Sordadon. If you head to the Cavern Harbor, you should be able to take a boat out to that floating morass. His shop is in the Harbor District. It's a two-story tower and isn't hard to find." He scratches the dire cats chin and the large feline purrs loudly. "While it might be convenient for you to get there from here, you should probably try speaking to Master Hassenforth in the Temple District first. Mortin isn't going to help you for free but he'll probably be able to cast the spell or have a scroll you can buy. If you go to see him, be careful. He's got a reputation and most of it isn't good."
Tuck holds on to Mutt's fur as he notices the dire cat so close to the dog. Not that the little kobold stand any chance to hold back the canine should it decide to move up to its feline adversary, but the gesture calms Tuck down a bit.
"So an ogre or a troll, or perhaps a plant creature of sorts. Not really my forte, those wilderness creatures. But you're pretty sure it's not some monster of legend intend on world destruction or something? That's a relief, I guess."
He nods to Akos. "Indeed, we need to report back and see if we can find someone to cast that spell. Just to be sure, of course."
"Oh, I'm fairly sure you don't have to worry about some sort of legendary creature lurking in the Gardens. While it's a big place, it's not that big. Use caution. Even a shambling mound can be a nasty opponent." Jam looks at Tuck. "I hope you're going with more than just the three of you." He looks at Relgar whose been sitting quietly this entire time. "He doesn't say much, does he?" He whispers to Tuck.