Post by The Sergeant / Alisha on Jul 30, 2017 18:56:11 GMT
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With fellow adventurers signed up Val took an ale and considered how do they would track the fiend he fought a few weeks back. The great horned beast, its putrid smell and dark eyes clear in Val's mind.
As he drank, Val's mind wondered back to a time in Waterdeep when he was tasked with tracking down a halfling who had gone missing: a smuggler how owed a hefty debt before he vanished. On that occasion Val had searched the hafling's last known whereabouts, a third-rate brothel, before bribing this halfling's favourite slut to help lay a trap the smuggler couldn't resist. On that occasion the halfling was caught with his pants down. But how to trap a demon, Val didn't know.
The supernatural was new to Val. He doubted a demon was after a cold ale, coin, or even a warm women for the night. If he knew what this toad demon wanted, then he and his companions may have chance at tracking, or trapping it. That got him thinking as his ale reached the halfway point.
Val didn't trust magic, and cared even less for the Gods, but perhaps the local priests may have more insight into the nature of a demon. Or at the very least the ability to detect the fiend's presence. Val had once heard story of a mad woman who charged coin to speak to the supernatural beings. Be it a holy man, or one who spoke to the other side, if there was someone with that inclination in Daring Heights, Val concluded they may be the first point of call in this hunt. He concluded he would begin to ask around town for any such person.
As he downed the last dregs of bitter ale he then figured, worst come to worst they hire a local tracker and return to the scene of the crime.
With fellow adventurers signed up Val took an ale and considered how do they would track the fiend he fought a few weeks back. The great horned beast, its putrid smell and dark eyes clear in Val's mind.
As he drank, Val's mind wondered back to a time in Waterdeep when he was tasked with tracking down a halfling who had gone missing: a smuggler how owed a hefty debt before he vanished. On that occasion Val had searched the hafling's last known whereabouts, a third-rate brothel, before bribing this halfling's favourite slut to help lay a trap the smuggler couldn't resist. On that occasion the halfling was caught with his pants down. But how to trap a demon, Val didn't know.
The supernatural was new to Val. He doubted a demon was after a cold ale, coin, or even a warm women for the night. If he knew what this toad demon wanted, then he and his companions may have chance at tracking, or trapping it. That got him thinking as his ale reached the halfway point.
Val didn't trust magic, and cared even less for the Gods, but perhaps the local priests may have more insight into the nature of a demon. Or at the very least the ability to detect the fiend's presence. Val had once heard story of a mad woman who charged coin to speak to the supernatural beings. Be it a holy man, or one who spoke to the other side, if there was someone with that inclination in Daring Heights, Val concluded they may be the first point of call in this hunt. He concluded he would begin to ask around town for any such person.
As he downed the last dregs of bitter ale he then figured, worst come to worst they hire a local tracker and return to the scene of the crime.
