Chapter Twenty

## **Beds, Nobs and Broomsticks (abridged)**

##### **Moradag 31st Biriskjur**

In their continued efforts to make Bryck House a Bryck Home, The Fellowship awoke and began tidying the mess as Brandyr soaked some oats and planned to go bed shopping. This was interrupted by the arrival of the morning post and a letter which turned out to be from Brandyr's friend Deonte Ravi. It read...

*Brother Brandyr,*

*I have, today, received your second letter of correspondence and, I must admit, having received your first directly from Russet just days before the attack, it came with some relief.*

*I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve been keeping your seat warm on match days and have extended your letter to your father. He is well, and exuberant to hear that you are likewise. He has been regaling me all manner of stories about your youth that I can’t wait to share with the congregation.*

*Onto business. With regards to your enquiries about the nature of Algar’s last visit, I have undertaken some investigation and found information to be scarce. The most that I could ascertain was that Algar had been invited to Bezmadanbaor by parliament, as he often is, and that the invite itself had been extended by one MP Obris le Plate.*

*I’m sorry I could not be of any more assistance in this matter, but it seems old Algar kept his oaths of non-disclosure about such matters seriously.*

*I trust this letter finds you well and cannot wait until you are back among the civilised folk.*

*Yours Faithfully*

*Deonte Ravi*

The Fellowship then set out about their day, Brandyr, Plymouth and Fitz procuring the aforementioned beds, with Booker going to the enchanters and magic item specialist "McQuaffin & Cwench", asking Nixe to come with him for no particular reason. He purchased the items he needed from Cwench, an elderly gnome strapped to the back of his Minotaur partner, McQuaffin, and went on his way, neglecting to give them the Mammoth's tusk, as instructed.

Back at Bryck House, they were met by a messenger from Prime Minister Garadik Leadstrong himself, requesting their presence.

Arriving at the parliamentary building and making their way through the usual security precautions, they met with the charismatic but tired looking leader who welcomed them into his office. He mentioned that war with Kivanduil had officially been declared and that he had been in war meetings all day. But that wasn't why he had asked The Fellowship to come, so he began to explain his predicament.

He explained that the Parliamentary building had been under construction for over four hundred years now, had sixty-four completed floors, and counting, and that he was the only one with full access... or so he thought. The top five storeys were under automated pre-construction and each was exposed to the elements and wildlife, supposedly they were extremely dangerous and that no living person should be up there.

Garadik then removed a drone from his desk drawer, which the party recognised as being extremely similar to the recording devices used by the Ungermoth Reparation Army, and released it into the air where it plugged itself into wall mounted monitor. On the screen was a Dwarven male, clearly a politician, dressed in very traditional dwarven business wear, opening a concealed door and heading inside.

“This is Obris le Plate" continued Leadstrong, "the man who would be king. Or Prime Minister, at least. I found this when reviewing private drone footage. I’m a little behind, so I’m not sure when this was taken, but it would have to be from this month, likely the last past couple of tendays”.

"This area" he explained "is on the sixty-fifth floor and, by all rights, should not exist. He’s up to something and it’s going on right under my nose. Or more accurately, above my head”

The Prime Minister then got to the crux of the matter, he had heard about what the party had done for Russet, how they had assisted their fellow Ungermothians and faced off against the URA. With enemies on all sides and war on the horizon, he wasn't sure who he could trust, but he felt in his gut that he could trust them and The Fellowship agreed to investigate the upper chambers of Parliament, off the books.

Next: Chapter Twenty-One. DO NOT ENTER!