Guess who’s back, back again? Twilight’s back, tell a friend

Tugark is sitting in the Ettin, beer and snacks before him while looking at some maps of the coast and surrounding land.

Lady Sunday walks over to him.

“Those aren’t pork scratchings by any chance, are they? I could have sworn I just saw y.....Nevermind, I’ve got a message for you: an old friend asked me to say hello. Kelarde? Killasee? Killerbee? Wasn’t really paying attention to what they were saying, I was too busy checking out their super-cool wings. Imagine a giant bat skeleton. And they had bone dreadlocks for hair. Would that suit me?”

A load of bleached-white bone tresses appear on Lady Sunday’s normally bald head and cascade down her back.

“Whadda ya think?”

-Rholor pause for a second, looks at Lady Sunday with a curious look and turns to the merchants-
"Anyway, pleasure chatting to you, it seems I have other matters to attend to! By all means if you have any more questions we would be delighted to hear you out." - Rholor says as he points the guests towards the door.

"Ah yes, I've heard about some of your deeds... quite the troublemaker! I am indeed Rholor, what brings you to me after all this time? Come! Have a seat." - as he gestures towards the inside of his office just in time to hear the name "Kelandi" and see Lady Sunday rush out of the building.

"What the fuck..." - Rholor says while standing there for a good minute dumbfounded.

Tugark looks across at Lady Sunday and his mouth drops once he pieces together the name and description of Keladry. "Looks great" he replies as he starts hastily bagging up his maps and heading out the door, leaving a gp to Coll behind the bar.

Grimes sits in his office in the Watch House after hearing this news. A folder with 'Lady Sunday' written on the outer cover (in his handwriting) lies on his desk. The usual semi-frown escalates into a much deeper one.

"I've got a bad feeling about this" he mutters under his breath....

As Rholor and Sunday stand speaking in the council chamber there is a commotion outside. The doors open to admit a flustered looking dwarven woman in the plain tunic of a council scribe, fingers stained black with ink.

“Councillor. Uh, there is...someone...to see you. It...I mean-“

“I am perfectly capable of making my own introductions, child of stone.”

The woman is cut off by a deep, melodious voice that puts the listeners in mind of moss cloaked forest floors. Through the double doors appear an enormous pair of antlers, midnight black and engraved with flowing silver script. Behind them follows a stag of immense size, it’s silver-white body clad in overlapping blood red scales.

“Fategazer.”

Tuevel inclines his huge head toward Rholor, before fixing Sunday with an impenetrable gaze.

“My master would speak with you, Scion of Phlegethos. Will you come with me?”

”Well, she was just sitting on the roof of Granny’s house and called out to us as we were heading back to Daring. She just said “my name’s Keladry, tell any of the old lot I say hello and I look forward to seeing them soon” and that was it basica....look, can someone give that deer a sugar cube or something? I’m trying to have a chat with Rholor. Alright, Tuevy, I’ll be along in a minute.....Anyway, that was all she said to me. She looked pretty dope, to be honest. Covered in white bone armour, with long white hair that was made of solid bone. She had these massive leathery wings - guess what they were made from? Yer, bone, there’s a theme there. She also had a massive longbow over one shoulder. That’s all I’ve got. I’ve told Tugark. Can’t find the rest.”