The Keepers of Chaos: A Vault of Hell

Adleth: XLVIII

"Dalakhar. Hes.. he was an informant of my father." Renaer began clenching his fist at the mention of his father, something Adleth was quick to notice. "He.. entered the city a few days ago, never thought he would try to make contact with all of you, even when I'm trying to escape the old man his guys are everywhere.."

"Is this.. Gnome guy.. Important?" Markos queried, Adleth nearly jumped; he was suddenly really close to her.

"Well he was one of my father's spys so I assume he was important.." Renaer answered. Spies.. Adleth thought she still remembered when the Zhentarim had told her they had a spy. Dealing with goods she was always on the lookout for; out of place individuals, ratted on some of them. She didn't feel bad, business was business after all. "I don't know what reason he was following me.. Or trying to contact you all.. But as it stands I guess we don't have to worry about that anymore."

"Well, the gnomes' dead. What I care about is finding this nimblewright and tearing him apart." Adleth concluded. She felt aggravated the guard had told them to not involve themselves, hell this was personal! He had burned their house.

"You could ask your dad, the mr money bags?" Adleth suggested. Renaer seemed to tense up with that. She got the message. "Ah, not on good terms with daddy huh?" She took a drink. "Get cut out of the will or?" Adleth didn't like noble types, always born into so much while they spent money on crap that didn't matter and got to do anything so long as they paid off the guards. But nooo when she paid off the guards it was a crime or something.

"No.. me and him are.. Not on speaking terms right now.. He's currently in Neverwinter." Renaer responded slowly, aggravation in his voice.

"Ah.. that's quite the journey. I've been to Neverwinter, a very interesting city." Alekzandr remarked, Adleth had never left the sword coast. Actually.. She had never even left Waterdeep. The city was lucrative and home to her. She wouldn't go as far to say it was 'her city' but she was a part of it.

"Me too." Markos admitted, Adleth reached over and tried pulsing his leg watching the cultist jump, heh that was pretty funny. But in all seriousness they needed more ways to keep him from talking too much. "L-Lots of religions are really hard to penetrate into them." Markos looked away sheepishly.

"Markos.. You've been everywhere.. I'm not surprised.." Riu sounded completely done at this point. Good, more frustrated nobles, soon maybe they might start throwing money to solve the problem.

"I wouldn't be shocked if you had been to the.. The.. land of.. Mystical, fairies and unicorns that also fly.. And other random shit." Alekzandr jested. She looked at Markos with curiosity.

"Oh you mean Dejril?" Oh for the love of. Adleth rolled her eyes, either this kid was fucking with them or he really had just straight up been everywhere.

"Point proven."

"If.. if you don't mind me getting in here," Renaer seemingly tried to reshift the conversation back on the task at hand. "I did hear some.. Rumours that you all have had some visits." Well now he just sounded serious.

"Ha!" Adleth broke out laughing, they had a freaking death visit, some dagger visit, some other fucker visit. They had a lot of visitors in the past few days.

"We get.. Several of those." Markos asserted. She could probably count the number of times they all believed they were about to die from some stranger.

"Not.. the kind of special visits I was talking about but.. No I heard you've been visited by a rather shady.. Individual. The Zhentarim." Renaer clarified, his words were chosen carefully.

"Yeah we were. We got tasked to off this gnome, we were told to wait a few days.. Funny enough we had plans to go this afternoon." Herod explained.