Sraeytniop "Ears" Malone

Somewhere between 7 and 10 nights ago, you were drinking with Ovys, the Dragonborn sorceress, discussing things having to do with the Harpers. The Harpers are a secret organization that you work for. Their existence is widely known, but who belongs to the group is less so.

You were excited to find out that a member of your adopted group was also a member of your society, and, in your excitement, you failed to use the proper amounts of caution.

You stayed on at the bar after Ovys had decided to call it a night, and were approached by a man in a dark cloak. He identified himself as Ellison Berenger, a scribe working for Mantor’s Library. You invited him to join you, and soon the two of you were deep in discussion about the history of the nobility of the region.

You lost track of time, and before you realized it, the bar was closing down for the night. Ellison tells you that he would love to continue your conversation, and, in fact, he has some tomes you may be interested in. Being well into your cups at this point, you agree to accompany the young man back to his lodgings at the Library.

The walk from the Goblin to the Library is a blur, but you have vague recollections of Ellison slipping you in a side entrance to the Library rather than through the front. He led you up a confusing maze of corridors and stairways before stopping in front of a fairly non-descript wooden door. You distinctly remember him knocking 3 times at the door with his ear pressed against it before nodding to you and pushing the door open.

You don’t know what you first impression of the room was, but at this point you have memorized every nook and cranny of the place. A 10’ by 10’ square, one door, no windows, one desk, one everburning candle, 27 books, one uncomfortable chair, one even more uncomfortable cot, one chamber pot, 3 water skins, one bag of jerky. Ellison suggested that you take the cot for the night, he had to make sure he was not needed in the kitchen. Feeling suddenly exhausted, you did not complain, and slipped quickly into dreamless sleep.

That was between 7 and 10 days ago. With no window to accurately mark the time, you can’t say for sure. You woke up the next morning to discover that Ellison had not returned. You decided to start perusing the books while you waited for him. Most of the books deal with the history of the area, a couple have to do with the noble lineages, and a couple with the practice of magic.

You stacked them by subject and had read the first couple of chapters of “Tears in the Weave” before it occurred to you to check the door. It was locked. You are not proud of it, but at that point you had an anxiety attack. You pounded on the door and yelled as loud as you could for some time, but no one came. (This was something you would continue to do every couple of hours for the next couple of days.)

You decided to make the most of your time there, since you are a scholar afterall, and, once you boobytrapped the entrance, you settled into the uncomfortable chair and began to read. Attached is some of the things you learned:

You also have advantage on any History, Arcana, or Religion checks relating to Phlan and its surrounding countryside.

This morning (you assume it was morning, you were just waking up) you heard noises at the door. You had just enough time to roll off of the cot onto the floor before the door burst open revealing an armed and armored member of the Black Fist, the local law enforcement.