A Mercyless Arrow

[*Rainbow Prism]

Out of possible places to look for mages or priests of power to make augury, Sillxhistraja chose the Minerva's shop. The lab is known to gather studious types, when the best seers and diviners were priests, who aren't necessarily known for playing around with laboratory equipment.

After quick chat with the trader and a pouch of gold, she took place at the nearby stall, keeping eye on the lot.

[*Midnight]

Gordon makes his way through Undersigil. As he roams the tunnels his hound's hackles stick up on the back of his neck. Then he scents it too. Orcs, a group of them heading his way. The encounter would have been easy for him to handle anyway, but for warned both hunter and dog fall upon them tearing them apart. He soon finds himself in Undersigil Village.

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Sil arrives at Minerva's stall. There is only one customer, a blonde lady of both middling age and height. She wears a faction badge on her robe marking her as a member of The Fraternity of Order, and a scroll shaped holy symbol is on her belt. The sign of a power Sil would not recognize (//unless she is from Toril in which case I'll edit this.) Minerva greets her.

"With you in a moment cutter."

[*Rainbow Prism]

When the customer approached for wares, Sillxhistraja noted the signs. Guvner, cleric. Looks good enough. Being a planar, she did not recognize the Power she served, but she did not plan on kissing her toes.

Approaching the Minerva's stall, Fated kept her most charming smile. She did not have a badge displayed, not wanting to flaunt her allegiances more than enough.

"Vendui there, abbil. Can I bother you with something? It will be worth your time."

[*Midnight]

The blonde lady turns around she is roughly a head taller than the diminutive drow.

"It cannot hurt to ask, I am listening."

[*Rainbow Prism]

"I need a diviner to check out something I have. Just need to get some information." She pats on one of the pouches at her belt.

"What are your rates for that service?"

[*Midnight]

"That depends on what you want to know and which divinations you need casting."

[*Selebius]

Gordon does not ty to clean himself or his dog from the blood and remains of those who tried to ambush them- instead he quickly heads for the only tavern he knows doewn here.

He enters, wearing his human shape, keeping his companion close and he ignores the multitude of scents that are assaulting his nose, ignores the caged dancing girls, the fumes of the drugs consumed by the costumers.

Going straight to the bar he puts a a few silver coins down on it, adresses the barkeep.

"Beer. And I want to meet someone from the temple."

[*Rainbow Prism]

"I seek an augury performed. No sense beating about the shrooms." Shrugging, the drow said. "Few questions will make the situation clear."

[*Midnight]

The inn is as he expects it. Smoke fills the air with strange chemical smells. In booths and on benches glassy eyed patrons sit slumped over drool and vomit clinging to their clothes. The bar man serves Gordon a sludgy beer.

"That could be dangerous berk."

[*Selebius]

"So I heard. I'll be careful."

He tries his drink- rather reluctantly- before looking over at the barkeep again, putting down a few gold coins now.

"Also some risks have to be taken."