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Chapter 1 — Post-Bar Fight
The bartender came back out of the kitchen with a large gallon of beer. "Where did half our customers go?" he asked.

   Drik-ch'kit clicked its mandibles in a way that the bartender seemed to understand, presumably explaining that the man had been charmed.

   The intense pain in its head had ceased, and so Drik-ch'kit escorted the illithid from the tavern. The three who had come in with the mind flayer followed them out, including the Shou warrior and the penguin. The lizardfolk departed quickly as well. Nargroth and Leokas, now recovered from the mind blast, began to help the barmaid and Oma clean the broken glassware, while Belvin and Hakam used their magics to heal the human whom the lizardfolk had nearly killed and the halfling whose brain had nearly been eaten.

   Drik-ch'kit reentered the tavern and chirped about the other bouncer being missing. Solisar followed it out and found that the beholder had telekinetically tossed the other insectoid over the edge of Bral. It bobbed up and down on the gravity plane and was drifting off into wildspace barely visible. Solisar used a flying spell to recover the poor soul.

   Within the bar, the two dwarves were bragging of their prowess, while their third companion was still passed out in the corner, the one about how he had punched a mind flayer, the other about how he had knocked a giff out cold with a single blow. They clearly still had energy. Kytharrah, who was somewhat upset at Jayce for implying that he might break his earlier playmate's head and forcing them to stop, now asked the dwarves if they wanted to wrestle with him. They happily agreed.

   "Take it outside," said Belvin, as he repaired the bald spot on the halfling's skull that had been dissolved by mind flayer mucus.

   Outside, Szordrin and Jayce — back to looking like a drow — were speaking with the man in the cloak from the bar.

   "What is your name?" asked Szordrin?

   "Martho. Thank you for helping me. Truly thankful."

   "We shall be thanking you soon," said Szordrin. "Do you manage the Interlink Consortium shop?"

   "For the night shift, yes," said the man. "What of it?"

   "Walker, tell this man what we need."

   "Do not rush things, master," said Jayce to Szordrin. "Can you not see that this man is distressed?" Then to Martho. "I could not help but notice that you have a lot on your mind, saer. In the bar, you barely noticed the fight erupting around you, and even before that you were not joined in revelry with any others. No, you quietly drank alone. Forgive my intrusion into your privacy, but are you not distraught over something in your life? Have you not come here to drink as a distraction? Your life is full of regrets and you do not know how to free yourself from the guilt that you feel."

   The man looked dumbfounded by this drow interviewing him. Drow were not known for their compassion or emotional empathy. Szordrin also was in awe. Surely Jayce was using magic to read the man's thoughts?

   "What do you want from me?" said Martho.

   "You think that you have reason not to trust us?" Jayce continued. "That is fair. Look at us, such strange companions — we are probably a spider-demon-worshiping dark elf and a spellcasting fiend-spawn. Well, if I read you correctly, I have felt what you felt. That is how I see it in you so clearly. So weighty was the guilt of my past life in the Underdark of Toril that I could barely stand to live any longer. So too with my master here, but our lives were turned around because of the kindness of one man. We are evidence of what a good man can do. And do you know why my life is no longer depressed? Because I have passed that kindness on to others. Do you want to feel joy again? The secret is to cease looking inward and look outward at others. Stop regretting and make a difference for good!"

   "Are you priests? Are you proselytizing me?" the man still looked confused.

   "No, we are two trying to set right a wrong, and we need your help."

   "Help? What can I do? I manage a store with such powerful magics and no regulation. Do you know that I have sold portals to necromancers and demon-summoners?"

   "Then make it right; help us right a wrong."

   Martho waited for Jayce to continue.

   "Master, the rod." Szordrin handed Jayce the fragment.

   Jayce continued, "Your consortium sold this rod to the assassin who slew my master's mentor, the man who set us each on the path of good."

   Meanwhile, the baboon with patagia approached the three elves and Hakam. He had not fled the bar as it had appeared; he had been the one to call on the bouncer outside for aid.

   "Most noble elves and human," he said in a gruff but pleasant voice, "I can see that you are newcomers to the Rock. I also observed that you risked yourselves to calm the brawl just now, and I admire this. But I shall be frank. I find myself in need of work. My previous employ, the Silver Rainbow, has been ordered to release its non-elven crew, and I was let go. Do you have need of any sailors on your own ship?"

   Hakam scanned the creature for signs of chaotic or evil auras and found neither. "Technically, such a decision would be made by our vessel's captain, Ombert Stronghull," said Hakam. "Why should we recommend you to him? What skills do you have?"

   "I assure you that I have many years of service on the sails," said the simian. "My people spend much of our lives at sea among the stars. Only have Captain Ombert test me on the ropes, and I shall display my value as a sailor."

   "Why choose ask us?" said Hakam. "Are there not other vessels needing sailors?"

   "Because you have elves!" said the creature, with an odd excitement in his voice. "Elves are the best of all masters."

   Belvin simply burst out laughing.

   "Play?" asked Kytharrah, having bested both dwarves simultaneously and looking for a new game.

   "I might be convinced to play with you, saer minotaur," said the simian, "but permit me to finish this conversation first."

   Hakam directed the potential sailor to the Frihet to speak with Captain Ombert himself. At that point, Szordrin and "Walker the drow" brought Martho over.

   "Good Martho here has agreed to lead us to the Interlink Consortium Corporate Asteroid to find the sale records of the assassin's rod," explained Jayce.
Session: 104th Game Session - Wednesday, Jul 18 2018 from 7:00 PM to 10:00 PM
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