After three solid days of feasting and merrymaking, things in Fairhill are returning to normal. Citizens still smile and wave at you in the street, and you can’t remember the last time you bought yourselves a drink, but the townsfolk are back to their regular daily routines. After a few nights in the Noble’s House, you feel more refreshed than you have in weeks. You could probably get used to a life of luxury.
On the eve of the third day, Galdar joins you at the Drunken Cockatrice as you are sitting down to a delicious supper of roasted pheasant stuffed with apples and onions. Before you can even flag down the serving girl, Maewen, she arrives with a round of ales for everyone, “On the house, gentlemen,” she says, offering a quick wink to Leoric before heading back to the bar.
Galdar raises his flagon in toast, “Helm’s blessings be upon us.” You all take deep gulps of the refreshing ale and prepare to dig in to the mouthwatering meal in front of you. Corian is absent, but that has been typical the last couple of days. He has spent most of his waking hours at the keep, studying Eralion’s books and doing research in his laboratory.
“My friends,” the priest begins, “these past few days have been a delightful distraction, but Helm’s work is never done, and I must move on. On the morrow, I take my leave of this fine town. I received word today that there is a darkness growing in the Dessarin Valley, north of Waterdeep. The Order of the Gauntlet requests that agents travel there to investigate. I can think of no one more suited to the task than you. Come west with me to Waterdeep, friends. Meet with the Order and hear what they have to say. Despite your unusual circumstances, I believe it is your destiny to cleanse evil from this world. What say you?”