troupe

• Tiddle Findler, Drow Magic-User 1
• Eryndor Stormblade, Elf Fighter/Magic-User 1
• Nilfiz Wiregrinder, Gnome Illusionist/Thief 1
• Avaan, Half-Orc Acrobat 1

casualties

• None

lucre

• Silver necklace with small emeralds (150 gp, 10 cn)
• Silver circlet (100 gp, 10 cn)
• A longsword with a blade of jasmine steel with fine swirling patterns (???)
• A mahogany door with brass handle (30 gp, 950 cn)
• Large mirror with fine frame (211 gp, 100 cn)
• 2 landscape paintings (each 74 gp, 50 cn)
• Portrait of Colum Bandersleigh: a renowned Gauxian architect (150 gp, 50 cn)
• 2 large urns (each 63 gp, 200 cn)
• An exotic idol of a monkey holding an apple (85 gp, 30 cn)
• 6 fine rugs (each 43 gp, 50 cn)
• 7 bolts of fine colourful cloth (each 24 gp, 50 cn)

report

We met at the Belching Leopard in Tirth, where they served pork meatballs in almond milk and weak ale. We heard rumours the old Malévol mansion was abandoned by its owner and now housed a gang of lazy thieves that called themselves the Swans, as well as the “famous” Briffo’s Bistro retrofitted in a room off the courtyard. We made our way there, to 13 Moonlight Crescent in the Ivory District. Eryndor played cards with the resident ruffians, winning their respect. Nilfiz climbed down the well to find a diminutive, sewn-together reptilian humanoid that sold him a pair of blue dress shoes. Avaan and Tiddle ate the delicious food and talked to Gloriana and Briffo, learning of a secret garden within the mansion.

We tried down the well. A door beyond the merchant creature lead to a large basement storage room with many crates, which we quickly disassembled and relieved of their goods. A few trips to the Lunar Limb Caravan Company and a fair tip to the Swans produced a hefty reward for the lucre. Later in the afternoon, we made a deal with Dominguos of the Swans to borrow a pair of fighting men for further expedition.

Back in down the well, Tiddle wrenched a locked door from its hinges to reveal a stuffy closet- the lair of a giant crab spider. The hideous arachnid hissed back and forth with the drow, whom spoke some of the secret language of spiders, to negotiate a truce. In return for live food, it would allow search of its lair. We retreated back up the well and made for the Nag’s Head, content with the day’s work.