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Tavana:
Karan's walk is uneventful, as a Guard tags along a few paces behind.

There is a subtle tension in the air this evening, and your sleep is restless. A crisp breeze wakes you, and your new morning ritual at the Antler and Thistle is interrupted by the man waiting for you downstairs. None other than Troyas himself.

"Good morning" are his only words until all of you are downstairs. His constant eye contact is a bit unnerving, and you find yourselves sitting at the table he is standing in front of without even thinking about it.

He waits until you're all suitably uncomfortable, and speaks "The council has come to a decision. Before I reveal it, I need you to understand something. Not all of the council is happy about this decision. Quite a few of them do not support the idea of hiring adventuring groups. The reasons may be subtle, but perhaps they could be as simple as money spent on you is less money for certain renovations on certain homes. But I digress."

His hand reaches inside his robes momentarily, and he pulls out Norian's summons. "This, I believe, is yours. Be more careful with it in the future." He sets the parchment near the centre of the table, and finally sits.

"The details of what the council would ask of you is this: there are seven persons missing from Brindol." He raises a finger with each name. "Kartenix - the captain of our Guards. Thurann - Kartenix's eight year old boy. Mirtala - a local cook. Sertanian - Castellan of the Hall of Great Valor. Jalissa - an acolyte of Ioun. Zerriksa - a herbalist rumored to have learned dark magic. Adronsius - an alchemist, sole proprietor of Alchemy by Adronsius. We would task you with their safe return if possible. Failing that, we would ask for their return."

"There are also the items from the Hall of Great Valor. These have little to no actual value, but they have meaning to Brindol. We would ask them returned. That would hinge on finding Sertanian alive, or being lucky enough to find and identify them in an alternative fashion. The items that the Red Hand wore would bear their crest, a dark red hand, fingers pointing skyward."

"In return for accomplishing these tasks, we would provide you with whatever aid the good people of Brindol can muster. I can promise this would not be a small sum."

His statements seem to have come from one breath. He obviously didn't rehearse this speech. Just good at saying what needs to be said, apparently. Troyas waits for a moment before continuing, "What say you in this matter?"

Madtrixr:
Norian looks at his companions, then looks at the summons, he grabs it, and boldly proclaims "I think I speak for us when I say, that we accept this offer, and will be on our way shortly. But if anyone has any objections, speak now."

Malek Deneith:
- "We need to remember we have a timelimit for arriving in Overlook, even if it's quite a long one. As long as we manage to recover missing people and items within it I agree this would be to benefit to all" - Graven nods - "We think world doesn't need another goblinoid army."

Gargulec:
Karan returned from her night trip shortly before Troyas stormed in, slightly tired but cheerful.

'Well, I'd like to ask whether you have any clues on where those people can be now, of on the place from which the goblins came from?' she said after the council member finished his speech. 'Also, how far is Overlook from here? How many days of travel are needed to reach it?'

After a second of consideration, she asked one more question.

'Also "whatever aid and goods the people can muster" sounds rather vague for me...' she begun carefully. 'Pardon me, but experience commands me to ask: how much exactly?'

Tavana:
Councilmember Eoffram Troyas breathes a sigh of relief and folds his hands gently in front of him, allowing a real smile to touch his lips. "I assure you that the limited time imposed by your summons will not be a problem. Overlook is five days march from here, perhaps four if the need is pressing. But Marthton is less than a day distant. The Master of Summons seal was inked there. Were the limit to come upon us, I believe we could come to an arrangement with him."

"As to the reward I am afraid I cannot say exactly, politics being as they are. For those taken captive, that would depend upon their fate. If they return in good health, the council could not refuse to compensate you. As for returning the items from the Great Hall of valor, I can assure you 200gp. I will pay that myself if necessary."

"To the question of where to go next: I would suggest that you follow the Goblins' trail leading towards the North as quickly as possible, if not for one thing. Two night ago during the raid, we managed to capture a Hobgoblin who identifies himself as Morrik. I personally would suggest attempting to persuade him to reveal a safe route to their base of operations, should they have a permanent one."

Troyas begins to speak again, but stops himself. He glances at the sun now streaming inside through the front windows. "I am afraid that the council will be meeting again soon, and my presence will be required. I have told you what we know, so unless there are any further questions, I must take my leave. May Pelor light your path."

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