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Arrangements for travel and a place to sleep secured, time to explore Skull Port! It is quickly apparent that Liam is a man of action. The mere suggestion of looking for information in the town about both the Exotic Human woman and the Half - Elf Bard ignites something in our Cleric of Tempus. The group is able to keep up with this large Full Plate clad zion, as he stomps around Skull Port stopping anyone he happens upon.
It's obvious he's causing a rucuss, if not for his dangerous entourage he would have likely ended up in a fight long ago. But his approach does get the attention of a Half-Orc woman. It isn't long before they are having a dangerous and secret meeting in some run down tavern near the water.
At a cost of 100gp per question, they get the following information; The Exotic Human that was attacked by the Follower of Kelmvor is known as Mistress Synith. She is a Leutinant in the organization they tracked here. The Half-Elf Bard was captured and is now in some sort of crate. Mistress Synith has this cargo and is safe with her people. All of which will be heading to Waterdeep in the same caravan our adventurers plan to join. Questions answered the keenly perceptive Elan endeavors to get the group back to Braxi's Tavern & Inn.
Just as the enter the corner filled with shops and the familiar tavern, the street clears. Eyes can be seen peering out of windows and cracks in the old wooden walls. Aoth stays atop a building, covering the group as the tavern door creeks open. A goblin, on one knee stretchs the door open as much as he can.
 From out of the inn struts a confident Male Drow, clad in leathers of exquisite design. Each layer appearing like webbing drapped upon his numble frame. His fingerless gloves keeping with the theme. Surprisingly he carries only a grotesque looking cane. The disfigured, and bent form of a human sits atop the dark wood. His face shielded by a Silver Plumed Helmet, he speaks his name. Jayenasthion, and he has been contracted to take each of their lives.
Combat is swift, where "Jane" is a dancer on a stage, Isbjorn is a hammer wildly striking with furious rage. Blood is spilt, and Sovina make's her appearance. Sheer horror greets her as Isbjorn's strike is true. The battle is over in seconds. The blood of Orc, Drow, Human, and Half-Elf, glistens on the wooden planks. Jayenasthion, minus his cane, takes his leave. Like vultures on a fresh kill, our adventurer's decend on the Priestess' corpse. A crowd assembles, and Isbjorn finds his way into the tavern. Cheers greet him, and a new title is placed upon him. Isbjorn, the Drow Slayer. | 
