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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Oghma" data-source="post: 1797140" data-attributes="member: 71">Mul, 2nd Rhaan Part IVPart IVMul, 2nd Rhaan, 998Since I had grown up in Sharn, I knew that the Broken Anvil was in the Mason’s Tower, and was a House Gallanda establishment.  We wanted to get there early, to reconnoiter a little before our meeting, but the halfling matron escorted us back immediately, saying, “My Lady, your guests have arrived.”The human female seated at the table had delicate features, dark blue eyes, and sleek black hair bound with turquoise and silver ornaments.  She wore a House Cannith signet ring, indicating an individual of some standing in House Cannith.“Thank you for coming.  We have important business to discuss that relates to the unfortunate death of Bonal Geldem.  Please, sit down.”The table was large enough for all of us to be seated, so I took the seat across from her so I could see her clearly.  The other party members arranged themselves around her. Arranged on the table were mugs and three pitchers containing wine, ale, and water.As I sat down across from her, I realized that I recognized her as Lady Elaydren of House Cannith.  I knew she was a minor, but important member of the house, perhaps a cousin.  We waited for her to continue.“I have been working with Provost Geldem, to recover a family heirloom”, she explained.  “We were to meet earlier tonight, but as you know, he won’t be able to make that meeting.  I learned from the Watch what had happened, and so sent one of my men to track you down.“ The heirloom, according to family legend, was locked away in a foundry that dates back to pre-Galifar Sharn.  Poor Bonal believed he discovered the location of the foundry in an ancient journal of House Cannith.  I was going to fund an expedition to go to the site, but without Bonal…”Her voice trailed off.  Glancing at each of us, she leaned close. “Perhaps you would be willing to recover the heirloom for me.  For a generous reward, of course.”“Do you have the journal?” she asked.Gear nodded and took the book out of the satchel.She took the book in one hand and placed her signet ring against the sigil.  A glow came from both the ring and the sigil, light chasing up the mithral threads and suddenly chasing through the book pages.  As she opened the book, delicate script and line drawings appeared.  She turned to a specific page, studied it, and then pulled a folded map from her cloak.“The location of the lost foundry is deep within the Dorasharn Tower,” she proclaimed. “Fifty-seven levels below the tower’s present-day sewer system. I offer you one thousand gold pieces and the goodwill of my house if you recover the heirloom and return it to me.  Will you help me?”I slid my chair back, but didn’t stand.  I had been watching her for signs of duplicity.  I’m unusually sensitive to deception, and in her recounting of her goals and the opening of the journal and map, I had not seen any signs of prevarication.“You say the goodwill of your House.  Which House Cannith do you refer to?  We know there is currently a little dissension in the house,” I probed.She nodded.  “Those issues are matters for the upper echelons of the House, and would not apply to a service of this type.”  She knitted her hands together over the tabletop.“You are from Aundair.  How does the Sharn House feel about this project?” I pressed her further.  She acknowledged my emphasis with s small smile. “House Cannith’s leadership has been disjointed since the destruction of Cyre. I am loyal to the leader of my portion of the family, which operates out of Aundair.  I have nothing against the Sharn-based family, but I am here to further the efforts of Baron Jorlanna ‘dCannith of Aundair.”““What more do you know about the death of Bomal?” I changed the subject.“We think he was murdered be a servant of the Lord of Blades.  The warforged prophet wants the schema for his own dark purposes.”I leaned forward. “What more do you know about where we are going?  I know you want us to succeed, so any help you give would improve our chances of success.”“This map shows you the way to reach the sewers of the Dorasharn tower.  Somewhere beyond the E-213 valve cluster you’ll find a sealed door with the same mark as the one on Bonal’s Journal.  Open the seal and the tunnel beyond will take you to the long-forgotten level far below, where the foundry resides.”She continued.  “Other than the Lordof Blades, who may have other agents seek the schema, who knows what lurks in the hidden places beneath the city?  Now that I think about it, Bonal did say that he would definitely need to bring fire on the expedition.”“When we slew the female war-forged, a final messenger was released,” I informed her.  “We should assume that the Lord of Blades knows of our progress.?She looked troubled, and nodded.  “You may be sure that he is aware. If you are careful, I’m am confident you will succeed.”“Let us speak together a moment, my lady,” I said.We gathered at a corner of the tavern. “What do you think?” I asked the group.Gear frowned.  “I’m troubled by this Lord of Blades.  I hear he is a dangerous fanatic who hates all living creatures.”Target stirred.  “He does not speak for us all.”Samia said excitedly, “This is why we are here in Sharn!  Intrigue, adventure! She paused. “And gold, too!”Rand nodded. “It certainly sounds interesting.  I think we need to be careful of her motives, but it looks pretty straightforward.”I looked at Baldon, who said, “Let’s do it.”“Are we all agreed?”  One by one, the group nodded, and I returned to the table.“We will take on this task for you,” I stated.  “However, we will need some funds to help equip us. Could you advance us some of the fee?”She nodded and gave me a pouch.  “Here is one hundred gold.  I can be reached through the matron here at the Broken Anvil.”We left, all eager, some apprehensive, but ready to do something worthy of our hire.</blockquote>

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