Idolators Under Inzet - Episode Four

## **Synopsis:**

Inzet, the capital city of Mowen's Borderlands province. The city had welcomed labor and entrepreneurship from all walks of life, and as with any large undertaking, unfavorable individuals came to cause trouble. Local authorities believed a cult of idolators of Veyis, the first Lich, had set up in the sewers, with a horde of undead reportedly gathering in the undercity.

Dushah Uloreen's attention was ever-focused towards keeping external threats at bay, such as the Dread Hounds from the east. With no help from him available, officials sought a small band of mercenaries to discreetly assess and handle the situation. The Whispering Cutlass answered this call.

This is the fourth adventure in the Idolators Under Inzet Arc.

In this adventure, the party sniffed out necromancy, saved a date, and committed larceny.

## **Mercenaries:**

* Bandin Volward Deepburrow - Deep Gnome Rogue / Wizard (Sponsor: House Stars)
* Elric Dawnflame - Kalashtar Bloodhunter
* Kiwarden - Firbolg Paladin
* Nwalmë Shadhavar - Shadar-kai Rogue (Sponsor: House Shadhavar)
* Ro'Keer - Tabaxi Ranger
* Tar'ren r'Eehp r'Eehp - Frogfolk Warlock
* Xeithne Aladur - Bugbear Monk (Sponsor: House Stefarni)

## **Adventure Summary:**

### **Sniffing Out Necromancy**

After Elric had a crisis of belief, perturbed by the fact that his bloodhunter order held no authority in Inzet, he and Nwalmë visited Lucian. Elric confronted his mentor, who revealed that there were no bloodhunter orders; it was a lie made up by Lucian and his allies, a ragtag group who tried to do what good they could in the world. Along with an apology for raising Elric to believe in a lie, Lucian offered his cane sword, a magic weapon engraved with the words, “No blood without reason.”

On the way to the Riot House, Elric was still shaken, both by his crushed reality and by Lucian’s lies. Nwalmë told him that Lucian was still his daddy.

“That sounds weird,” Elric said.

“He obviously cares. He didn’t brush off your anger, he accepted it and was honest.” Nwalmë shrugged. “Was it what you wanted to hear? No. But was it what you needed to hear?”

Elric wasn’t sure. He said that everyone in the village in which Lucian had found him had died. At least, that’s what Lucian had told him. Now, he couldn’t be sure. It was a village on the edge of Oldirin, he’d first thought a flood killed everyone, then maybe a stampede of creatures. “Why else would Lucian be there if not hunting?”

“I think what you need is some closure.” Nwalmë rummaged through his backpack, picking through his collection of unusual magic items. In Elric’s palm he put an amulet and said, “I wouldn’t wear this until you're ready to have a good long sit and think about what's going on, but this might help you find peace and clarity. Maybe when this is all said and done, you can find what you need back at your village. I know we just met, but I consider you family.”

Elric felt a sense of calmness emanating from the amulet. Nwalmë explained that the amulet was given to him by Erthish Nescoria, the fiercest Dragonborn he’d ever met—“But don’t tell Gnarlap I said that”—who had thought the amulet would help Nwalmë find peace after the Shadowlands. It helped.

The two continued to discuss their lives, how adoptive parents were still parents and how it didn’t matter whether someone was an order of one—as long as they could look back and see that they had helped people, that was what mattered. They talked about Elric’s persuasion tactics and how Nwalmë tried to listen to what people wanted to hear, then told them what they needed to hear disguised as what they wanted.

“I’m ill-prepared for all this,” Elric said. “Normally I just ask where shit’s going down and stab.”

“I’ve realized that just following my blades got me in more trouble than need be. Not saying you’re wrong, just that things aren’t as cut and dry as that.”

“So I wasn't right, but I wasn't wrong?”

“As my father says, ‘Right and wrong is based on the witness.’ ”

Elric said that Xekral Shadhavar sounded like a scary person.

The two arrived at the Riot House. Unsure whether to hug or to fist bump, they shrugged and headed in without a display of affection.

Inside, Bandin, Nwalmë, and Ro’Keer mapped out the sewer entrances and the secret doors in the walls and near the citadel.

Nwalmë looked to Bandin. “Hey, you're the cartographer, what would systematically make the most sense to be our entry point in the sewer. I'd go to the closest one, but I may be missing something.”

Bandin said that Lucian’s map notes started near the market square, so that might be a good place to begin. “But,” he added, “we should get one of the coins before going into the sewer.”

Xeithne suggested ambushing the fancy person who was part of the crypt body exchange. It would be risky, but if they planned to do the whole job that one night, risk might not matter.

Nwalmë suggested stealing the coin rather than ambushing, with a red herring and staggered thefts. Bandin said that the people with the corpse cart might be a better ambush opportunity. Tar’ren said the party could alert guards, have them be the ones to catch the thugs with the bodies. They could then lift the coin from evidence.

Rather than steal a coin, Elric wanted to use his Smelling Salts of Detect Magic to sniff out the scent of the manacles that had chained the undead in the tree. Xeithne said that if Elric wanted to spend his rare item to do it, it sounded like a solid plan.

Elric shrugged. “It only cost a gold to make.”

“A gold!” Xeithne tutted. “Oof, that’s rich.”

Nwalmë put on the table a set of Bones of Foretelling. “If worse comes to worse, we could use these to foretell our future.”

Deciding on the bloodhound plan, Elric snorted the smelling salts like a line of cocaine. He hated it, but picked up a necromantic rotting aura and immediately smelled whiffs of it to the north. The party followed Elric along several back alleys, with Xeithne, Ro’Keer, and Nwalmë travelling by rooftops. The three had their faces obscured, with Nwalmë’s cloth mask over his mouth and nose, Ro’Keer’s hood up, and Xeithne’s wooden mask turning her face into the Sea Terror’s visage. They looked like a squad of assassins.

Eventually, they came to a house with an open door where Elric and smelled undead directly below. Nwalmë looked around and noticed Lucian’s house nearby. He made eye contact with Elric to imply he wanted a mental connection with the Kalashtar, then mentally said, “Lucian's house is right there. How did he not know anything?”

No one had an answer, though it was possible that the distress of Elric’s crisis of belief had distracted everyone. For the matter at hand, Elric detected that the aura was getting stronger as he got closer to the house and it was fresher than the onyx studding the manacles. Bandin noted that the door had been forced open; based on the dust kicked up on the roadside, it had happened an hour or two ago, during Nwalmë and Elric’s chat with Lucian.

Nwalmë noticed that there was an open window high on the wall. He dropped a pebble on Kiwarden’s helmet.

After the clunk, Kiwarden looked up. Nwalmë waved and pointed to his eyes, then pointed to the window and motioned Kiwarden to tell the rest of the group about it.

Kiwarden gave a thumbs up and said, “It's hailing.” But then he nudged his shoulder to point at the window, showing the rest of the group. Bandin put a hand on his head and signaled to Nwalmë to split the group, with the roof-runners to take the window while the others went through the open door.

Nwalmë nodded. He cast False Life on himself, bolstering his fortitude. Then he, Xeithne, and Ro’Keer swung into the window without issue.

### **House of the Dead**

Inside, the roof-runners sidled down into the hallway. They saw a few loose things, nothing overt, knocked-over junk without note. But Nwalmë and Xeithne felt an ominous aura coming from a locked double door ahead of them on the right side of the hall, to the south. Xeithne whispered the feeling so that they were all aware. After a moment of discussion, they decided to fetch the rest of the party, since the aura felt particularly dangerous.

The other group meanwhile headed east into the foyer. A banister blocked their sight, two pathways passing the central banister. Tar'ren silently closed the front door, setting it back in place properly.

Bandin signaled the group to follow along, two in the left path, two in the right. Kiwarden took Tar'ren, claiming to be his meat shield. But Kiwarden fumbled to see and eventually lit a torch.

Bandin saw something skulking far in the east, near a door. Bandin pulled out his weapons and gestured to Elric, Elric activated his Rite of the Dawn. Bright light emitted from his crossbow.

The figure at the end of the room didn’t notice the light. Bandin noticed that they were picking the lock of the far door. He crept closer, seeing that the creature was partially cloaked but had a skeletal hand. Bandin looked back to Elric, and made a gesture that the figure may have been an enemy.

Both Kiwarden and Elric realized that the middle of the room was occupied by coffins. Unable to withhold his curiosity and fearing an ambush, Elric checked a coffin to see if it was occupied.

The lid creaked loudly at his touch. The head of the robed figure shot around, revealing that it was a skull.

As Nwalmë’s group had decided to grab the other group, they peeked through a north door of the hall and found a master bedroom with urns and a couch. The neat bed was undisturbed. Xeithne noticed candles and wine laid out on a table by the bed. She immediately snatched the wine and checked its label. A good year. She stowed it in her pack.

They suddenly heard a commotion coming from beyond an eastern door.

At that moment, Bandin had been running to the robed skeleton and tried to touch it, saying that he was shocked to meet it. He cast Shocking Grasp, but the skeleton’s legs danced around the hand in a karate stance. The bones seemed to remember something from their previous life, the skeleton acting as a monk, dodging Bandin’s attack completely. The Gnome dashed to get away.

Tar’ren moved forward and hung out, unsure what was happening. He saw a figure lurking in the dark, but didn’t realize Bandin was fighting it.

Ro'Keer parkoured over a couch in the master bedroom and listened at the door. It sounded like someone was running towards the door. Ro’Keer conveyed the information to Xeithne and Nwalmë. Nwalmë dashed to Ro’Keer, drawing his bow. On her way to the door, Xeithne hopped over the couch and checked the urns on the coffee table, but saw nothing of note or value.

Kiwarden still couldn't see the figure skulking. He moved closer to whisper-yell, “What's going on?” but in the process saw the figure. He cast Command, shouting, “Halt!” But the magic had no effect on an undead.

The undead let out a battlecry and ran to Bandin, crushing into his ribs with a double strike. Bandin tries to Shocking Grasp again, but again missed. He ran and hid behind a coffin.

Tar’ren saw the undead. He raised his bubble wand and released an Eldritch Blast, the beam striking its target. Tar’ren then slid behind a table to get some cover between him and the skeleton.

Ro’Keer and the others heard the gushing of waves from the bubblebeam. He drew his own bow, looked at Nwalmë, and counted down. Three. Two. One.

He threw open the door and ran, moving just far enough to see the skeleton. The Tabaxi skidded to a stop and released his arrow, but the skeleton backflipped out of the way.

Elric saw that the coffin he had opened held a corpse which wasn’t rotting. Realizing that it wouldn’t rise to fight, he faced the undead monk. He got up in its face and stabbed with his rapier. It glanced off of the ribs, but it was a blow.

When Nwalmë realized that they were fighting a skeleton, he stowed his bow and grabbed his crowbar. He snuck up behind the monk and slammed the weapon down, caving in a part of the skull. Kiwarden then slashed into it with his glaive on a downward swing. Radiant energy burst through the bones, exploding them outwards and destroying the undead. Onyx fell out of the skull where eyes should have been.

Xeithne ran into the room, saw that the skeleton was already dead, and said, “Oh, you got it, good.” She jerked a thumb over her shoulder. “There's more this way.”

The party took a moment to breathe. They realized they were in a prep chamber for embalming. While Bandin headed to the door the undead had been trying to open, Kiwarden handed the onyx to Elric. “You were looking for these, right?”

Elric thanked Kiwarden and said they proved the undead was created artificially. Tar’ren said it was more complicated than that, the onyx acting as a focus. Elric reiterated that the undead was artificial, raised by a necromancer.

Tar’ren checked the other coffins, saw that some were empty, some were not. None of the bodies had been unembalmed. The scent of herbs filled the air.

Bandin checked the door for traps, finding that it was simply very well locked. Nwalmë peered through the keyhole, seeing walls, ceiling, a floor. It was some sort of parlor.

Bandin tried to pick the lock, but failed. Before Nwalmë could try his hand, Xeithne reminded him that there was still ominous aura on the other side of the house. The group left to check it out.

The hall looked the same as when they had left it. Ro’Keer sniffed at the double door. They were quite flushly shut and barred from the inside. Wheezing came from behind the door.

Unsure if they wanted to release whatever was inside, the party decided to do more recon of the nearby area. Kiwarden, Elric, and Tar’ren would monitor the door while the stealthier members would explore.

Nwalmë pulled out a ball bearing and said, “If the coast is clear, we’ll roll one back. If we need you to rush, we’ll roll back a lot. And if you don’t see any after five minutes, flee.”

Kiwarden nodded. Bandin, Ro’Keer, Xeithne, and Nwalmë started down the hall. Xeithne tripped on one of the loose objects, but all did their best to move silently.

In the following southern room, they found bottles with liquid. Bandin waved Elric over, who tiptoed his way to the room. They were embalming fluid.

Ro’Keer saw another room south of the fluid room. He found various plants there, an array of lilies and nightshades, some lilacs and poppies. He relayed the info.

Just then, Kiwarden and Tar’ren heard breaking glass coming from beyond the barred doors. “Well that’s good,” Kiwarden said sarcastically.

“We should bust down the door,” Tar’ren said, “it might be escalating, someone might be trapped in there.” As Kiwarden prepared to tackle the door, Tar’ren whistled down the hallway to alert the others.

The others arrived, and as Kiwarden backed everyone away, Xeithne slapped a Woundbind Poultice on Bandin, mending some of his wounds.

Tar’ren squeezed a small Acid Splash onto the door to weaken it, then stepped back. Kiwarden whispered a prayer of Guidance. He charged, and the door flew open.

The other side was a room with a floor covered in glowing magic circles. The winged skeleton of an Aarakocra had smashed through the far window and flew out into the night. Besides four other Aarakocra skeletons, there were two zombies perpetually gasping for air, lungs enlarged grotesquely, eyes like stormy skies, an invisible aura of stench around them. Finally, at the back of the group stood a necromancer, lips moving in a spell.

Xeithne jumped forward onto a table covered in tools. She threw a dart at the nearest skeleton, grazing its bones. Expecting a counterattack, she prepared herself to dodge.

Ro’Keer stepped closer and marked Xeithne’s target. He shot it with an arrow, cracking the skull.

The necromancer pointed his staff at the nearest skeleton and said, “Handle this.” The skeleton flew into the air and dived at Xeithne, but its razor beak missed. It tried to lance her with a javelin, but she nimbly stepped out of the way, causing it to pierce the worktable.

Nwalmë took out Sagrid's Gamble and tried to hide behind Kiwarden, but the necromancer’s eyes went straight towards him. Instead, the Shadar-kai slid under the table and attacked the necromancer with a double shot from the bow. One hit its mark, the other breaking off another pane of the window. "Let's see if the spirits appreciate your use of their deaths!" Nwalmë said, using his Wails from the Grave to cause further damage to his foe.

Bandin ran forward and cast a thunderous Chromatic Orb at the necromancer, but missed. The boom broke the last of the window, sending its shards flying. While the necromancer glanced at the window, he missed Bandin hiding behind Nwalmë and the table.

Another skeleton dived to the table and pierced Nwalmë. Nwalmë yelled, “That didn’t hurt,” but in a whisper he added, “Gosh that hurt.”

Elric ran forward and stabbed at one of the skeleton, but missed.

One of the winded corpses moved forward, facing the party. It let out a gasp, releasing a cone of wind. Xeithne held her ground, as did Kiwarden, Elric, and Nwalmë; but Bandin fell back with a yelp, swept into the wall.

Tar’ren appeared at the door of the room, but remained outside. He cast a Hex on one of the zombies, then attempted an Eldritch Blast, but missed.

The Aarakocra skeleton near the window flew out of it. Nwalmë yelled, “Bye buddy, hope you find your dad.”

Kiwarden cast Toll the Dead on one of the skeletons, rattling it.

The necromancer glared, his shadow lunging upwards and lashing out at Nwalmë, but Nwalmë ducked back just in time. The necromancer fled towards the window.

The skeleton engaged with Elric stabbed him. Xeithne stabbed the winded corpse, then disengaged and ran into a corner to get away from its gusts.

Ro’Keer let loose another arrow. He hit his mark, the skeleton’s skull fracturing and crumbling away. The Tabaxi then moved his mark to the necromancer.

One of the skeletons moved between Kiwarden and Elric, flanking Elric with the zombie. Nevertheless, the javelin failed to pierce Elric’s armor.

Nwalmë dropped his bow towards Bandin. Then he drew his Poison Strand, slipped past the creatures bearing down on the table, and then prayed to Lianda.

In an instant, he blinked out of existence. A moment later, he appeared between the necromancer and the window. “Where are we running off to, love? The fun’s just beginning."

Bandin, breathing heavily from the damage but still keeping his feet, crawled under the table. With diamond in hand, he cast another Chromatic Orb at the necromancer. The orb hit, exploding with sonic energy. Bandin then moved back behind the table and hid.

One of the skeletons performed another stab at Elric while a zombie tried to bite him, but both attacks clanked against his armor. Elric meanwhile was choking on the stench of the zombies. He lashed out at an Aarakocra flanked by Kiwarden. The blow barely hit, but the radiance of his Rite of the Dawn caused the necromantic energy to dissipate, the skeleton dropping.

Tar’ren tried to blast a zombie, but the beam went wide. Kiwarden doubled the pressure, swinging his glaive at the zombie and slicing into its gut. Tar’ren pushed out some extra energy to activate his hex, causing the zombie to take yet more damage.

The necromancer faced Nwalmë, his hand crackling with black energy. He lunged towards the Shadar-kai, but Nwalmë ducked under just in time.

"Oh my friend,” Nwalmë said, “I've fought far darker things than you." He swiped at the necromancer with the whip, the poisonous vines wrapping around their foe. With the necromancer restrained, Nwalmë punched him in the face, knocking out a couple teeth.

The zombie near Kiwarden tried to bite him, but got a mouthful of chain armor for the effort. Xeithne meanwhile ran to flank the last skeleton, stabbing it with the shortsword lent to her by Nwalmë. The magic blade struck deep into the chest, and Xeithne pulled up, tearing through the bones for critical damage that left it a heap on the floor.

Ro’Keer shot at the restrained necromancer, tearing into his shoulder.

Bandin grabbed Sagrid's Gamble and hid under table, then let fly an arrow that split into two midair. One arrow hit the necromancer, but the other hit Nwalmë. Bandin cringed, but Nwalmë said it was alright, he deserved it.

Sick of the stinking zombie in front of him, Elric ran his blade through his foe, rending it in half with radiance, the necromantic magic leaving its body. Kiwarden was impressed by Elric’s smiting.

Tar’ren moved his hex to the other zombie, then pounded into it with bubbles. Kiwarden slashed it with his glaive.

The zombie stared at its foes, then rasped out another gust. Once more, Xeithne blocked, arms in front of her face as she absorbed the wind. But Elric got blown back onto the table while Bandin flew into the wall, knocked unconscious.

The moment the wind stopped, Xeithne sidestepped Elric, stabbed the corpse’s throat, and flicked. The onyx that had been embedded there shot out and bounced against the ground. As the zombie collapsed, the monk stepped back, running her knuckles over Elric and Bandin, infusing their ki with healing energy.

The necromancer seethed as the whip’s poison leeched into his body. But he let out a whisper, then disappeared in a puff of black mist as he cast Misty Step. The party saw him outside through the window, reappearing in another black cloud. He then ran as fast as he could in retreat.

But Ro’Keer was faster. He reached the middle of the room in the blink of an eye and shot blind through the window. Nwalmë dashed through the window a moment later, and to his shock, he saw that the necromancer had skidded into the dirt, Ro’Keer’s arrow in his back.

Knowing that the necromancer might have important information, Nwalmë stabilized him. He then grabbed the necromancer by the ankle and dragged him back to the building, tossing him through the window. With Ro’Keer's arrow clearly still in their foe, Nwalmë smiled and nodded at the ranger.

### **Saving the Date**

Xeithne congratulated the party on a job well done.

Elric pushed at his back, sore from getting knocked against the table. “Think we should finish checking the house?”

Nwalmë manacled the necromancer, Xeithne suggested they gag him. Then they heard something coming from the front door, the faint voice of the owner returning home with a date.

Nwalmë went into dad mode, silently hushing everyone away to not ruin the date. Tar’ren, however, didn’t want to leave, planning to check out the magic runes on the floor. Bandin meanwhile cast Detect Magic to help, also noticing that the necromancer’s staff had a magical aura to it. Elric said with the strangled corpses strewn across the floor, the date wasn’t going to end well.

Xeithne took Nwalmë aside. “Listen. You and me, let’s save the date. We’ll just go up to the guy and tell him we've got a party going on and he’s not invited, ‘cause he doesn’t want to be here. I’ll give ‘em his wine, mention the undead threat we’re taking care of, they can take their business to an inn and that’ll be that.”

Nwalmë laughed and agreed to the plan, though he urged Xeithne to let him do the talking.

The Bugbear grinned behind her mask. “Why do you think I came to you?”

The two strolled through the house, both taking off their masks. They intercepted Mozor, a silver Dragonborn, with his date in the foyer.

“I’m very sorry, master,” Nwalmë said, bowing low. “There’s been an accident. You will prefer to leave while we’re cleaning it up.” He winked.

Mozor stared for two seconds before clearing his throat and throwing a nervous smile to his date. “Ah yes, er, thank you, Perkins.”

While Xeithne handed the wine over to the date to distract him, Nwalmë motioned Mozor over to the robes of the skeleton monk. “Yes, come check, I know it’s typical Randall, but come.”

When Mozor was alongside Nwalmë, the Shadar-kai muttered, “My name is Nwalmë Shadhavar with the Whispering Cutlass. Surely you know of Inzet’s issues with the undead. There’s been an incident here, but we’ve got it covered.”

Mozor was both relieved and grateful. He introduced himself, then asked Nwalmë to file a report with the constable afterwards. Nwalmë agreed and told Mozor to stay safe.

The Dragonborn stood tall. “Of course. Thank you Perkins,” he dipped his head to Nwalmë; “and thank you, Jennings,” he repeated the gesture to Xeithne; “feel free to take the morning off, you deserve it.”

“So generous,” Xeithne said. She then shooed the two out, telling them to have fun.

## **Outcome:**

Tar’ren pored over the circles, learning all he could. They were rituals involved with necromancy, channeling properties of the corpse’s death into their undead form. The Frogfolk noted sigils for “binding” and for “life,” though there was some perversion done to the latter, an inversion that clearly implied an un-life.

He took meticulous notes of what he saw, grateful to Elric for his earlier bloodhounding efforts that led them to the find. He hoped to find a way to weaken the undead, if not outright unravel them. When he had seen all that he could, he erased the remainder of the magic circles.

On the other side of the house, Nwalmë picked the lock leading to the parlor. The room was prepared for a small dinner, a tea set ready.

He didn’t focus on that. Instead, he stared at the coffin open for viewing, which carried a member of the Vanguard in ceremonial armor and holding a gleaming bastard sword.

Nwalmë bit his lip. After a moment’s hesitation, he took the weapon and stashed it, folding the Vanguard’s hands over their chest before closing the coffin. He then left the room, closing the doors behind him and doing a security sweep.

Xeithne meanwhile strolled the house, hands in her pockets. She noted that the building was lit with wooden torches that seemed to exude no heat. Casually, she pulled one of the torches from its setting, twirled it through her fingers, admired the wood, and stowed it in her backpack.

Bandin searched the unconscious necromancer and found six pieces of onyx, along with some rotting fungus and the dust of diamonds worth ten ounces of gold. The star of his search, however, was a fine copper coin holding a transmutation aura. The Gnome then looked around the house with his Detect Magic still active. He found a Scroll of Gentle Repose and took it.

Elric went to a corner of the room and downed vials of black ichor, writhing as his bones reset and healed. Afterwards, he appeared unscathed.

Nwalmë reentered the room and went straight to Kiwarden. “Hey you dropped this.” He shoved the sword into the Firbolg’s hands.

Kiwarden stammered and thanked Nwalmë. After a few awkward seconds, the paladin tore some of the necromancer’s cloak and wrapped the sword in it.

Tar’ren didn’t see any of the thievery, so engrossed in the magic circles he was. He did, however, claim two of the onyx stones gathered from the undead and necromancer for future research.

Elric and Kiwarden turned in the necromancer to the constabulary with a very nicely written incident report composed by Nwalmë. Nwalmë blamed everything on the necromancer, who had dragged them in there, and they escaped before he turned them into zombies. The necromancer tried to steal a bottle of wine, but they stopped him.

Ewan, the ranking guard on duty, was impressed by the group’s ability to handle the issues happening in Inzet. He handed Elric a few extra pieces of gold as an apology and reward.

On the way back to the Riot House, Nwalmë sidled up to Bandin and cleared his throat, looking at Sagrid's Gamble, which Bandin had returned after the fight. “It’s fun, isn’t it?” Nwalmë asked.

“It’s interesting, for sure.” Bandin gave a sheepish smile. “Sorry for hitting you.”

Nwalmë laughed. “Trust me, I've had that coming for a long time. If you ever want to borrow it for a little let me know. Still need to figure out how to fix it.”

Bandin agreed that the weapon restored to its former glory would be a sight to behold.

## **Adventure Rewards:**

None.

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