The plumed fowl eventually added its own salty sill, whilst its schizophrenic summoner remained sultry and wide-eyed, sickly licking her confused lips, as the irises of gold peered over the monk, seeking an answer to his riddle.

[color=black]"Tiamat, [i]the[/i] cult's queen, in question, is no longer of this world. Still chained in the Nine Hells."[/color]

The neck of feathers tilted, to allow the sheen of the beak, to gleam in the candlelight. Xaron's bird had befriended Torus over the decades, out of pity, yet Judgement's home, heart and allegiance always remained in Amn, setting sail upon the seas against the City of Splendors and ravaging its trading partners. Plundering wealth by inhibiting the reach of its trade and reach. Rumors of the [i]Wearers of the Purple[/i] also pillaged, rivaling their own ship's spoils. This did not exalt in novelty. Nothing new to the crow. But why the endless pursuit of hoarde? With extant, powerful dragons amalgamating for such pointlessness? For a deity, unreachable? Not to deplete Waterdeep as his Bard vengefully desired.

[color=black]"They are searching for something, beyond mere bobbles. A means to an end?"[/color]

The inquisitive raven fluttered in place, hesitantly, before an elderly snap prompted its disappearance.

[color=662d91]"Enough. Does this vine bear any fruit, Leosin?"[/color]

[@Ryonara][@The Harbinger of Ferocity][@Lucius Cypher][@Norschtalen][@Hekazu]