From the Casefiles of Sloan Branford.
After the incident of the Sawmill, I was ready to continue the hunt for those running the cult. However, I got the call from Leiter that he needed to meet. I took my leave of the Sandpoint gang and met at our usual spot. Through Leiter, I learned that a group was bent on assassinating the Lord-Mayor Haldmeer Grobaras. I’m sure it is the cult, planning their boldest attack yet. Since Ironbriar won’t be at home… ever, I think now is as good a time as any to see if he’s left any clues at his house.
Well, the cult moves fast, I’ll give them that. Ironbriar’s personal office and bedroom were tossed. Items were clearly missing and various wooden chests and hidey-holes were broken into. They were thorough in removing just about anything incriminating or of value.
Luckily, it looks like they were too busy with his stuff to mind their own. I found a small velvet belt pouch. It appears to have snagged on a nail on an upturned chest. It’s of fine quality and has a silver clasp bearing a TD Sigil – that of warehouse mogul Thonald Drump.
Note to self: His mansion overlooks the sea in the western part of town. Check it out.
Inside the pouch was a pigeon’s parchment tube. The transcription:
I have confirmed that our First Brother, the Iron Thorn is dead. His… mistress in the shadow… is threatened by the Sandpoint interlopers. She is probably dead already if this bunch of adventurer scum is as… effective… as I hear. We must suspend our plans to add Lord Grobaras to the list of those claimed by the Sihedron. Remove your pawns from the field at once.
I shall punish the Sandpoint band for their interference with our plots. As wary as I was of the Iron Thorn’s mistress, her plan for Grobaras’ “future” suited me well. We shall have him in time…
For now, we remaining Skinsaw must retreat and remain hidden for the time being. A new seventh must be chosen. I shall guide us for now.
In Father Skinsaw’s name,
I travel to the Shadow Clock where I hope to find the adventurers alive.
Credit where credit’s due. Turns out the adventurers slew Xanesha, a lamia matriarch. Impressive.
I showed them the information I found, and they showed me that a letter found on Xanesha. Apparently Magnimar and Sandpoint aren’t the only towns threatened. The cultists are pulling back their operations, so it is our move to hunt them. We move on Drump’s manor to see if we can intercept him before he flees.
A waste of a day. We raided Drump’s manor only to find that the man and his entourage have already left the city. We interrogated a watcher left behind to watch the area to no avail. Finally, we checked the watcher’s information drop point only to find that no one’s even picking up what he has to say.
We’re running out of time and the clues are starting to get cold. Today I pull some strings so that we can get the aid of my contacts up the chain.