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The noise from the gambling hall jars me from my thoughts. Once again I wish that I could afford better quarters than these. Abslom rents are terrible. I grab the bottle of whiskey and pour myself a couple fingers, which is about all that is left in the bottle. Almost empty, a sure sign that I need a case. The whiskey is cheap stuff, but it seems a shame not to drink it. As I stare listlessly at the drink, the door to my office slams open. Well, maybe office is a bit generous, as far as I have been able to tell, when this inn was a manor, this room had been a cigar humidor. Now I live here and work here. And the creature that had just abused

You see a halfling of average height leaning slightly on a black wood cane with silver accents. Her cold blue grey eyes speak of an sharp mind. Her black hair shines in the light, cut to her neck with the exception of two braids that frame her face and rest gently on her chest. She seems fight, her lightly toned body incased in beautifully crafted dark leaf leather armor. As you look closer you see lines from the holy text of Iomedae stitched in silver as accents in the armor. This also explains the the silver necklace with a holy symbol of Iomedae resting on her chest. Over the armor she wears a brilliant scarlet coat, the sword of the Inher

Chapter 1 The Grand Lodge of the Pathfinder Society is always a busy place, messengers coming and going, agents milling about between assignments, hopefuls attempting to impress Venture Captains, and scholars brought in to examine new finds. As such the common room is not a quiet place. Beings of many different races chatted in as many languages. All this made it hard for Maris to focus on the halfing she was reporting to. “I told you Fib, the tomb was mostly picked clean, I was lucky to get these rubbings of the hieroglyphics,” Maris half shouted over the din of the room and once again thrust a scroll case into the halfing̵