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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lars Frehse" data-source="post: 1197718" data-attributes="member: 1674">Grateful Dead- part 2After more than an hour had gone by, and the patience of the companions had been put to a test, Jorbas announced that the guild master would now welcome them. He waved them into the room beyond the metal door, and it turned out that this was already the office of Numadaya.Entering the room, the friends were surprised to see a young, attractive and fragile looking woman. All of them would have expected someone older to lead a guild of necromancers, and this woman looked far too innocent and vulnerable for this job.The room was big, and the walls were covered with violet, purple and black tapestries. There was a thick black carpet on the floor and between the chairs and the desk, which were all made of ebony, there were small pots with orchids and trays with incense.Numadaya herself had jet-black hair, which framed a face that looked like it was made of china. Whenever one of the friends looked at her, they were drawn to her big brown eyes, which dominated the face over a small nose and a pressed mouth. She wore a simple, loose black tunic, and as the friends entered, she was standing next to a small desk.She greeted them with the melodic, little voice, of a young girl, and yet there was a firm quality to it, that gave a glimpse of the power that must have been at her command:" Welcome, travellers. Settle down, and tell me what brings you here."The companions told her everything that had happened since they had arrived, again keeping Mina out of it, and Numadaya listened. She had a way to absorb information that urged the friends on to tell her every single detail. People just wanted to tell Numaday things ever since she had been a little girl, and soon she had found out that not only the living wanted to share things with her, and restless spirits had contacted her for all time since she could remember.When the friends had finished, and it was clear that she had heard all there was to hear, she said:" Those are grave news, indeed. I will gather some Blackshields, our elite guards, and you will have to lead us to this brothel you told us about. I don't fully understand yet just what is going on here, but I will try to find out."Again, the companions to ask in the waiting room, and after another long hour, in which they were served a little lunch by more undead servants, they were summoned again. This time, they met in the main-tunnel, which lead out of the Underfaust, and there were twenty men and women waiting for them. Some of them were necromancers, but others, the Blackshields, were clad in black armours and carrying black swords.They left the Faust and went into Ghost town. It took the friends some time to find the right building. After all, most of the ruins looked alike in the light of day, and this part of the city was little more than a desert of rubble and grey dust under the scorching sun. Another problem was that they had entered from the north, and the night before from the east.However, after some hours they had finally discovered the building where Ben and Torn had spent the last night. Several guards charged into the ruin- and came back empty handed after just a few minutes. The captain went up to Numadaya and announced:" The building is empty, madam. There are some indications of recent habitations, like empty, discarded bottles, some shards, and the like, but it is most certainly deserted.“Numadaya turned to the friends: "Maybe somebody has warned them... I will go in and see if I can contact any spirits."She disappeared in the ruin, and after a while she came back, a puzzled look on her face:" There are not even any spirits. I feel you are telling the truth, so whoever had organized the deserting of the building, must have found a way to make sure that the spirits stay silent as well..."She shook her head: "I am afraid that there is little I can do for you now. If someone had tipped the cultists off, it might have been members of my own guild. Who knows, maybe even Blackshields..."</blockquote>

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