Wealday the 24th of Pharast 4708AR
On the back of the Harrow card you received is the following message “I know what Gaedren has done to you. He has wronged me as well. I know where he dwells, yet cannot strike at him. Come to my house at 3 Lancet Street at sunset. Others like you will be there. Gaedren must face his fate, and justice must be done.”
Four people arrive at the address. Triele, a Drow priestess of Pharasma arrives first. Three other people arrive at the same time; Valen has Drow blood running through Elven veins, he recognises Triele and gives her greeting. Tasar, an Aasimar bearing Elven features recognises Raven, a hooded Human. Quickly going inside, they each reveal they have had a Harrow card inviting them to this address. The room is dressed as you would expect to see a fortune tellers place of work, full of drapes and incense. A further note on the table reads “Thank you for coming. I have had to step out for a bit, but shall return shortly. Please have a seat while you wait. The basket contains food and drink for you.”
After spending a few moments in conversion, maybe slightly worried about the strangers they are seated with, they pause when the sound of the door opening reaches their ears. A middle aged Varisian woman (with a slight of Cheliax) enters the room and introduces herself as Zellara. She is about to sit down when she stops and looks around as if something is missing. She produces a Harrow deck and flips through it, the cards seeming to fly across her fingers. She decides on a certain card, and then makes a kind of stabbing motion with it. It disappears, and a yelp is heard from across the room. A very dirty and ill looking Elf sits bolt upright, and looks accusingly around the room. Her confusion at where and when she is, is evident. After orientating herself, she introduces herself as Yava.
Zellara waits for everyone to readjust and then tells her tale.
“Thank you for coming, my friends, and for putting up with my unconventional method of contacting you. I have reason to remain hidden, you see—a terrible man would see great harm done to me if he knew I was reaching out for help. This is a man you know, for he has done something terrible to each of you as well. I speak, of course, of Gaedren Lamm, a man whose cruelty and capacity to destroy the lives of those he touches are matched only by his gift for avoiding reprisal. You see, a year ago, his thieves stole my Harrow deck, from me. It is important to me, an heirloom passed down through a dozen generations, and also my sole means of support. When pickpockets stole it, my son, Eran, tracked them down.
The thieves were in the employ of Gaedren Lamm, and in reward for finding them, Gaedren murdered my son. I sought help from the Guard, but they turned me away.
And so I asked around. I paid bribes. I consulted a replacement Harrow deck for advice. And recently, I was rewarded—I found out where Gaedren dwells. He can be found in an old fishery north of here at Westpier 17, where he trains his abducted children to be pickpockets and counts his stolen treasures. And now, I need your help. I cannot hope to face this man on my own, and the Guard moves so slowly that if I were to go to them, Gaedren would certainly know of their coming well in advance. Even if they did arrest him—what guarantee would I have he would be punished? This criminal has evaded the law for decades. But you know of these frustrations as well, for word on the street has it that Gaedren has wronged each of you, too. So there we are. It is time for him to pay.”