Limping Sealegs had it's share of adventurers weary from their journey and thirsty for a frothy mug or two, and they seemed to occupy every seat that was available. Save for one in the far corner, farthest from the fireplace and embedded in shadows. The other adventurers seemed to sense that the lone figure who sat there was not to be trifled with; it was as if the black-cloaked patron was the source of the darkness itself, and emanated an aura of apprehension around itself. The hood on the sitting figure slowly turned towards the counter, two lights barely visible from the abyss. Nazrc'thath Iyac'thorl'ieh has found his chosen one at last.

It was a dark night a couple of days ago when the mind flayer skulked to Oar's Rest. The reason for doing so is that he has read up on locations rumored to have once been secret hideouts for the practitioners of the Eldritch Path. One of these was Reef Grotto, a cave located close to the quaint fishing town. No man has dared venture into it's deepest bowels, so any secrets that may have lied there for centuries, if not eons, have yet to be uncovered. Nazr thirsted for the lost knowledge and power that had the potential to be discovered in the cavern, but he knew venturing alone would be an early end to his journey. So he waited until his chosen one, a strong adventurer with a brave heart and a sharp blade appeared. And once he found him, Nazr began his shadowing.

When the red-eyed man walked out of the inn, Nazr rose up his seat, and began to follow him, keeping his distance so as not to catch his attention just yet; he planned to speak to him once they were out of hearing range of any unwanted company. With slow, heavy steps, the black-cloaked being kept his head as he continued on. While the sun of light hindered his vision and caused his focus to waver, he tracked him by detecting his unique pattern of thoughts in the crowd, and kept to his path, as inevitably as the day would yield in to the night.

Once the fair-haired swordsman took a stop at the docks, Nazr decided to make his his move, and approach the young man. But as he stepped out behind a crate, he was greeted with the sight of an Aahari male. Nazr found the presence of his kin curious, as they were an uncommon sight in Edea. A warrior of his might would surely be a suitable companion for the journey into the Grotto. He stood aside as the Snowkin and Aahari conversed, and then approached the two adventurers, and began to slowly speak; it was a slithering voice, with the letter S pronounced, but still acceptable for conversation. [color=blue]"Greetings, mighty warriors. I am making an expedition into the Reef Grotto, and could use strong fighters with courageous hearts, such as yourselves, as company for the journey. There are surely riches to be found in it's depthsss..."[/color] The illithid caught himself hissing, and coughed.