Answers to Johen's Questions from the Blacksmith
The blacksmith shrugs, "To my knowledge, the only place to find Shadowstone is the dwarven land. As for making the thing? Anyone skilled in both weaponcraft and stonecraft or gemcutting I'd wager. Do yourself a favor and keep it wrapped in that cloth. Don't touch it directly. Might be dangerous."
At the Inn
Captain Pirren addresses the group as a whole, "There was no roughing up that I'm aware of. Merely the offer of a reward for your group's deeds at the stone quarry. However, time is short and I must lead me team to the quarry for further investigation. Find me when you return to this area and we will have a proper reward ceremony."
Pirren salutes the group and exits the inn. They hear him barking orders to his scouts, followed by the sounds of a small group of skilled outdoorsfolk embarking.
Norali looks up at Aohdan, a strange glimmer in her eye, "I saw something at the quarry. Something I was not supposed to see. There are webs within webs and there is one spider at the center of all the strands. My faith is shaken. I used to know my place in the web. I was supposed to spy on you and report back to the Shadow Knights. But, it turns out, someone was spying on me spying on you. There is more going on here than any of us realize. I believe we will find answers in Silvergard...but at what cost?"
Into the Mountains
Resupplied, rested, and healthy, the group sets out into the mountains. The first few days sees them on an overgrown trail that was to be the road from Vedlund to Silvergard. On the fourth day, the overgrowth obscures the trail completely as the group enters a lightly forested slope.
As Valen and Johen use their wilderness skills to keep the group going in the right direction, placing them about 100 feet away from the others, Aohdan, Alaric, Muzdum, and Norali note the approach of a cloaked individual coming from behind them, making no effort to hide its approach. It stops a good 30 feet away from the group, shadows from the trees and shrubbery and its own heavy cloak working to obscure its features.
The figure speaks in a gravelly, grating, inhuman voice, "Hand over the Dagger and no harm will come to you."